His sister-in-law, a pillar of the Episcopalian church, told him she loved him for taking care of her sister but did not believe a word of his teaching or in immortality; he argued that life everlasting is one of the three foundation stones of Christianity.

Neville's daughter, after friends' efforts to place her in jobs all failed, answered a box-number ad in the L.A. Times on her own and got her first job with Prudential Life at a hundred and ten a week; at an earlier interview a woman had insolently told her to get something published first.

A very successful San Francisco surgeon who attended all of his meetings last year told him that ten percent of autopsies worldwide show no physical cause of death, and recounted a prominent man who sat up after five doctors pronounced him dead saying 'It's thinner than you think!', and a patient who sat up and announced 'I am dead!' and was.

He has in his pocket a letter from an advertising man present in the audience, confessing that a laughed-off daydream session three years earlier about talking magazines was the creative origin of the talking magazine now being funded for 1975; Neville reads it as a progress report on an imaginal act.

The same lady told him a dream of whirling mud in which she saw and picked up a small perfect pearl, which is why he titled the lecture 'The Pearl of Great Price'.

The same lady told him she imagined a boy who had come from the East and had to return unless he found work, congratulating him on a job; by Monday he had the job.

He describes a young woman in his audience, born in Italy of a Catholic family, mother of three small children, brought to his meetings by her mother-in-law and now practising his concept of Christ against her family's despair.

He taught astrology to his friend Norma Carpenter, a retired Scranton teacher living in a hotel; she confidently predicted a man's good fortune from a chart she had mistakenly erected from the wrong ephemeris page, ten years before he was born, and that night a Western Union messenger delivered his hundred-dollar check anyway.

A friend told Neville a vision in which she was in a gambling casino where her winnings were paid out as slices of a long loaf of French bread; calling ever larger sums up to $1,150 she received the whole loaf, which then began to bleed like rare roast beef, and she awoke.

A lady told Neville of a vision in which she watched him dying and told her friend not to touch him, lest he not be set free; Neville praises the vision and says he has himself awakened from the dream of life and been born from above.