A friend of his — a serious student of the mysteries who works daily with his concordance despite his business — drove Neville home yesterday and gave him an interpretation of "I am that I am" as the God of this age and of that age.

Freedom Barry's grand piano, sent to the factory for $400 of work, vanished with the truck and driver on the way back; he phoned Neville in desperation, Neville imagined hearing him play a concerto on KFAC and thanked him for it, and the next day the piano was delivered at 4:30 in the morning, the driver having been arrested in San Luis Obispo.

A woman in the audience complained two or three months ago that she was too fat and said she wanted to be thin; Neville told her she was as thin as she wanted to be or thinner, and she returned tonight complaining of how thin she had become, without recognising her own words as the cause.

A few years ago in Barbados Neville asked his brother Victor about the family business, and Victor innocently remarked that the man owning two-thirds of it worked long hours and seemed to be getting tired; six months ago that man asked Victor to buy him out, and Victor got the business at his own price.

Many years ago Neville's friend Bob, in a vision, asked Neville how long he had been there and whether he had learned anything; Neville told him he had been there two years and had learned how to move.

Neville recalls a New York friend named Milo who confused everything he touched — he could not walk down an aisle at Carnegie Hall without bumping into everyone, and one night leaving Neville's home he shook his hand goodbye and walked straight into the closet.

A woman present at the lecture told him of her vision back in November: a ruddy youth of about thirteen who told her she was in the fatherhood degree, then three identical men who placed an infant in her arms which she knew was her own child — preceded two days earlier by amethyst colours forming a brilliant star.

Neville describes receiving the friend's letters - one typed and signed in script, with a note in Beth's own bold pencil script at the foot which he could not interpret from the platform, and a later letter confirming that she really did take them out and show them the new car on Friday night.

A woman who used to attend his meetings told Neville she found herself conscious in sleep, asked the people around her whether they knew of Neville and who he was, and was whirled away like a meteor and woke terrified.

After attending Neville's meeting on Thursday the 20th, an unnamed woman dreamed early Friday morning that she picked up a small living serpent and placed it in her handbag.