A friend of his told her husband George she felt she must have been a great lady in the court of Louis XV, XVI or XIV, and he replied he could see her too - with a little pail in her hand.

A man who came to his lectures for the law went from owing a thousand dollars to eighty-odd thousand with no investment, against the objections of his mother and brother who said going to Neville was not Christian; when he won, they credited their own church-going, and the man then would not let Neville disturb his fixed idea of Christ.

He retells, from his reading, Carl Jung's experience of seeing a dead friend at the foot of his bed, crediting the vision with reality, following him in imagination to his house and being shown a red-bound second volume, and finding the stool and the Zola set exactly so the next morning.

A seamstress and part-time designer in his New York City Bible class, earning about sixty-five dollars a week, asked whether she could ask for a definite sum; she imagined tearing open a pay envelope and counting a hundred dollars net, and the next day a woman called her down to the hotel lobby and hired her at exactly that figure, starting the following Monday.

A woman he had never met came to him wanting to find a friend she had not seen in over a year; they sat five minutes in silence imagining she had found her, she left unconvinced, travelled to Hartford and Boston in vain, and then ran straight into the friend on 14th Street outside Hearn's Department Store in New York.

A woman who lost all her furniture while a year in Europe, and whose search through the police and a paid detective agency failed, sat with Neville in the Silence imagining she was on her own furniture; disturbed by railings outside a Madison Avenue bank she turned the wrong way, recognised her maid's ankles at the end of the block, and was taken straight to the furniture.

He says he has repeatedly seen a man saved from some embarrassment by a member of the very race, nation or religion he despised.

Abdullah never claimed to be a Negro, only that he had picked up that garment in Ethiopia ninety-odd years earlier.

Neville thanks a member of the audience who told the meeting three of his own successful experiments from the platform, and invites everyone present to experiment and write to him for permission to tell their stories.

Neville sent a copy of his book to a man whose wife had helped with the typing, and the man phoned to say the book was excellent up to the end of the law but spoiled by the addition of the Promise; the man no longer attends.

A successful playwright friend with famous stars as clients used to listen to Neville's visions and interpretations of scripture only briefly, refusing to go beyond curiosity for fear of losing his physical life and his interest in sex; he died a few years ago.

Several years ago Neville gave nineteen lectures in San Francisco attended by a woman and her lawyer son; the son judged him sincere but possibly wrong, yet mother and son practised the law nightly, and by his return the next year the son had formed an organisation building the Comstock, the largest and most modern co-op in the Bay Area, and had since become worth millions while still not understanding how it came about.

The same woman told him of a recurring vision, three times over, of a crack opening — first through her skull, then from her solar plexus to her heart, then in the skull again and deeper.

While the woman saw him lifelike in her skull, Neville was physically at home on his bed.