A friend who came to dinner at Neville's home last Saturday told him of a funeral they had just come from: a 24-year-old woman with two children whose 28-year-old husband was killed riding his motorcycle - the same pattern as her own father, killed in the second world war before she ever saw him.

A friend of his, Bill, present in the audience, wrote him a letter describing how he dozed off watching TV at home, found himself awake inside a dream driving his car with his wife beside him, took the wheel back from her, remembered 'I am' as a pile-up approached, and woke back in his chair.

Neville tells his audience that a friend of his is departing in a week's time on an extensive international tour -- through London, Russia, Tokyo, and Formosa -- and asks her to share with everyone she meets along the way the basic teaching that imagining creates reality, adding that knowing how to do it rightly matters as much as believing it.

Neville's father met his mother when she was about three and he about eight, married her when she was eighteen, and told Neville's little niece at a lavish party that when he married her grandmother all he could afford was a half-punched rug to celebrate the union.

A friend, present in the audience, wrote to Neville describing how after being invited to address the Unity Men's Club he imagined a full house and congratulations three times, then spoke to sixty-four people (one short of capacity) and received invitations from several other clubs.

About eight months earlier his publishers Jack and Grace were watching a documentary on television; Grace, unwell and tired, dozed and repeated aloud 'I must remember what Neville said,' and on coming to she recalled the words 'Do not be afraid…I am with you always, to the close of the age' — the last verse of Matthew.

A woman friend who drives them took Neville's wife shopping; at the supermarket meat counter the butcher mistakenly charged his wife thirty-eight cents instead of ninety-eight for ground top sirloin, after the previous customer had claimed her cheap chopped round was for her dog, and Neville's wife pointed out the mistake.

At the barber's that day, Neville heard Mr. Snyder, manager of an apartment house on Doheny, tell how in Chicago, under mayor 'Honest' Bill Thompson, a licence-bureau official took his high-school son's last seventy-five cents for a driving licence.

At the barber that day Neville heard Mr. Snyder, manager of an apartment house on Doheny, tell how in Chicago under mayor “Honest” Bill Thompson a licence-bureau official took his high-school son's last seventy-five cents for a driving licence — and how Thompson's safe deposit boxes were found stuffed with cash after his death.

Neville reads a letter from a friend updating an earlier story he had told the audience about a car imagined into being. The friend recounts that he had the imaginal experience on a Thursday, and the following Friday, at a restaurant he frequents, a woman he knew was so excited about her new purchase that she showed him and a companion her new car -- the same model, same color, the same convertible he had pictured.

A friend of Neville's wrote describing how, after being invited to address the Unity Men's Club, he used the technique of imagining a full house three times over in advance; the actual talk drew sixty-four people, one short of capacity, and he was warmly congratulated afterward. A woman representing the Norwegian Club then invited him to speak to her club as well -- an invitation he accepted and fulfilled early that same month -- followed by further invitations from the Kiwanis Club and others, with several listeners mistaking him for a clergyman given how liberally he interpreted scripture.

Neville relays a letter from a friend (a screenwriter he calls Bob, addressed by his handyman as 'Mr. Crutcher') describing a recurring vision. Months earlier the friend had risen in a half-sleep state, looked out his hillside bedroom window over the city, and watched the outlined buildings blur and fuse together while somehow keeping their identity. He tells Neville the same vision repeated itself in full detail a week and a half or so before this lecture.

A woman who had never met Neville came for an interview to find a friend missing over a year; he had her imagine telling him she had found her, and after fruitless trips to New Haven and Boston she ran into the friend on 14th Street opposite Kline's in New York.

Neville retells the story of a friend who wanted an expensive hat she would never buy, wore it in her imagination as he told her, and received it as a gift from a friend who bought it, found she did not want it, and gave it away.