The Spirit of God

We are told, with God, all things are possible. I think anyone who believes in God would say yes to that. But then we are told that God is spirit, and that the spirit of God dwells in us. I think any man who believes that should make every effort to find out who God really is who dwells in us he is spirit and the spirit of God dwells in us and this God creates all things by him all things were made and without him was not anything made that was me. To everything in the world, regardless of what it is. For we are told, I form the light. And I create darkness. I make the wheel.

And I create the world. I am the Lord who do all these things. For surely we shall make every effort to find out who he is. I firmly believe from my own experience that this God of whom the Bible speaks is our own wonderful human imagination. That God and the human imagination are one. that all natural effects in the world, because they are created by the Spirit of God, are caused by Spirit. So every natural effect has a spiritual cause and not a natural. A natural for cause only seems. It is a delusion of our fading, I would say, memory. For here, in this world, I can't quite remember when I imagined that which is now taking place in my world.

I do not recall it. I can't remember when I said it in motion. But if this is law, and a law that no man can break, at some time, somewhere, I imagine what I am now encompassing, that my present moment is not really receding into the past. It is advancing into the future to confront me. But I forgot it. And I now think it has a natural or physical cause. And it does not have a natural cause. Every natural effect has a spiritual cause. Or the Bible is completely wrong. For we are told by him all things were made without exception. And without him was not anything made that was made. And he is spirit.

And the spirit of God dwells in me. For if he dwells in me, I have identified him with my imagination. Only on this level I do not remember having imagined it. But along the way I must have if this is principle. Now let me share with you some of my experiences. We are in this room tonight and the room at this moment is more real to us than anything in the world. It has a cubic reality because we are in it. Think of your home. You know your home far better than you know this room. But your home at this moment is not as real as this room. This room now occupies reality to you.

that everything else is shadowy as you think of it. Why is this real? Because you have entered it. You are in it. You occupy it. This I know from experience. Sitting in a chair and suddenly I am seeing what reason tells me I should not see. I am seeing pardon me what seems to be the interior of a home or lying on my bed I see the interior or it seems to be of a great hotel an unoccupied suite ready for occupancy but not occupied it was just as vivid as any painting of a great artist. An artist would give us the impression of a three -dimensional picture. ¶ We know that reason tells us it's on a flat surface.

It's simply depicting three dimensions, but it is all on a flat surface. But while seated in the chair, or lying on my bed, my consciousness followed vision. And I entered that room. I actually occupied it. I came back to where I was seated on one occasion, to where I was lying on my bed on another. And then I went back. And again it took on a a cubic reality. I came back knowing exactly what I am doing. I knowing this whole thing makes no sense whatsoever to the rational mind. But I could not deny what I am experiencing. Here I have the evidence. No one to share it with, but I have the evidence. I came back and I went back into the picture.

And the moment I entered the picture, it took on cubic reality. And after doing it maybe a dozen or more times, I said to myself, I'm going to explore. This time I'm going to go right into it and remain there and explore, which I did. So I stepped into the picture and as it closed around me, from my bed it seemed to be 30 by 20. But when I stepped into it determined this time to keep going regardless of consequences. It closed around me a third of what it seemed to be as I looked at it from the bed. So 30 by 20 became 10 by 7. I found it to be a dressing room.

A dressing room of a huge wonderful suite ready for occupancy. No one was in it. I'm the only occupant now. I came out by opening up a door. I didn't go through it. By some vapor, I actually opened the door. And to myself, I was solidly real. Just like the man that is talking to you now. My hand could open a door. And the door was solid and it was real and I went through the door. I entered a corridor it was a nice wide corridor dimly lit at the end of the corridor intersected was a brilliantly lit corridor I walked down to the very end and when I got to the end here is this luminous luminous wonderful corridor I saw two ladies coming down the corridor I knew exactly what I was doing.

I knew how it began. It began by seeing what seemed to me just a vision, like a painting. I knew that I left my day by consciousness following vision, and I entered the painting, and the painting took on cubic reality. I knew it. So I called that a dream. Knowing it began as a dream, I said to myself, well it has still to be a dream. But I am dreaming now awake. I am not dreaming, sleeping. I am fully awake, but it is a dream. And I said to the ladies as they came by, ladies, this is all a dream. They did exactly what any nice ladies would do. A stranger standing in a corridor and saying to them this whole thing is a dream.

They thought they were looking at a madman. So they got as far removed from me as they could and got right next to the wall. But the wall was as solidly real as that wall. They couldn't go through it any more than I could. While looking at them and they're fighting to death, they walked quickly by and then I took, I saw something hanging at a chandelier. It reminded me of an object that I'd seen about six months before in a friend's home. And he said to me, see you can hardly tell that this thing is not suspended. If you look closely, there is an almost invisible thread that connects it to the ceiling. So I looked and I did see that very little thin thread connecting this to the ceiling.

Then I was convinced Well it is a dream this is a memory image of what I saw in my friend's home. So again I said to the lady, Look, this must be old Gossamer. As I held it it was solidly real. It was just as solid as this. That surprised me. They kept on moving. And they moved rapidly towards the end. And here I am holding this thing in my hand. I took my hand off and I said to myself, now you know it began as a dream, Neville. And there still has to be a dream. All ends run through to origin, and the origin of this experience of yours was a dream. So this must be a dream.

But it is not a dream. I am just as awake as I am now talking to you as I was talking to those ladies. When they got to the end, they looked back at this mad person in their eyes. I was mad, and they simply disappeared by stepping a few steps into what undoubtedly was the great reception room, the foyer of a huge big hotel. Then I said to myself, you know, how are you going to get back? How are you going to get back? There is no road leading back to that date on which you left a bottle, and you have unfinished business. You have a wife and an uneducated daughter who has the ambitions to go to college, and she's now only in high school, and you have left inadequate funds to take care of your obligations to your wife and daughter.

You've got to get back. How to get back? I couldn't go through that door. Then late from that sweeter room into the corridor and find any exit from there back to where I live in Beverly Hills? What on earth am I going to do? I knew, reason told me that if I don't get back within a very short time, they'll find that body on the bed, and they will have to examine it, and they will declare a heart attack, or something. But they've got to find a physical cause for it. And here I am looking at something entirely different. It will die all right if I don't get back. And I must get back. Then I remembered a similar experience that happened years before, where feeling brought me back.

Feeling awoke me in a dream. I found myself on a beach. It wasn't Barbados. It was more like the Pacific Island. I haven't been there, but I've been born in the tropics, so I know exactly what their muscles are like. But it was not the West Indies. It was the East Indies. And here I know I am dreaming, and I thought to myself, I wonder if I held a physical object and forced myself to awake, if I would awake. Well, I tried it. I held on to a pile driven into the ocean, into the beach, a solid mass of cement. As I held it I said, I'm not going to let go. I'm going to awake right here.

So I held it. As I held it I said, come on, awake, you know you're dreaming, and I felt myself come to as a person comes to when they're waking in the morning, and I woke, and there I am completely awake, wading in the water, and holding on to this object. Then I ran towards the beast and a strange peculiar animal approached me and it scared me. I got back to fright but I awoke in that water through feeling. Now I'm not afraid of what I'm doing my only concern is to get back and take care of my obligations to life, which is my wife and my daughter. Now, how to get that? I'm not afraid.

I can't frighten myself because I'm not afraid. But I thought feeling would do it. So I closed my eyes, and I imagined that my head was on a pillow, and that I could feel the pillow. And then for a little while, I thought, then I opened my eyes, I'm still standing in the corridor. I tried it again. and then by the third time as I tried it I could feel something under my head and then I allowed it to remain and suddenly I could feel it I tried to open my eyes and I couldn't this time and sort of thinking that I am standing perpendicular I feel I am standing in a horrid earth lying horizontally so I thought well I must be back down but I couldn't move my body the body was cataleptic and frozen like this.

Then in about, oh maybe 20 seconds or so, I could move this little finger. I couldn't open my eyes. In a little while I could move it from the elbow down. And then with tremendous effort I could move it and I pushed it out and I could feel the warm body of my wife. Then I knew I was back. I hadn't yet been able to open the aisle. Then with a tremendous effort I could open the lid and saw the familiar objects in the room that I had left behind me. Then I knew what makes everything real in this world. The Spirit of God dwells in me and he is my own wonderful human imagination.

naked. I walk in to a thing that I can only see lying from my bed. Entering that state it took on a cubic reality. God made this world real by entering. As we are told he is not only trans I would say in a translucent manner. We are told he is above all. He is also through all and he is in all if he is through all he is omnipresent if he is in all he is imminent then I'm told he dwells in me he is in me, he is in you, he is in everyone am I now confined to this little place here at the podium I am not I have proved that that night I have proved it a number of times since I am not actually confined to where this body is.

I dwell in it. And he who dwells in it is the Spirit of God. And the Spirit of God is my imagination. I have proven to my own satisfaction that my imagination can travel. I don't have to stand here and think of my home. I can stand here and penetrate my home, leaving the body here as I did on the bed. and penetrating my home, the home becomes a cubic reality, as it will tonight when I take this body home and enter my door. The house is a cubic reality. But must I wait until I get home tonight with this body to give it that? Can I not now, knowing who God is, that God is spirit?

He is now encased in this little garment of flesh. But he is spirit, and I have discovered he is my own wonderful human imagination. So when man dies, he cannot die. Only the dharma that he wears can die. For that being that he really is, is all imagination. And as he enters, wherever he enters, it takes on cubic reality. That I have proven.

The immortal you cannot die. It did not begin so when you leave this world because you are all imagination the very moment that you depart you are in some state but you being there you give it cubic reality and the world is just as real as this world it's terrestrial just as this world is and no one in this world can die everything dwells in your own wonderful human imagination the purpose now is to awaken that being in you so he is fully conscious at all times that is the purpose of life he who came down and took upon himself the weaknesses and the limitations of this karma and confined himself to it is destined to awaken while he is walking this earth.

And by this earth I mean this earth in the sense that it does not end where my senses seem to register. It doesn't terminate at the point called death because the being in it goes on and he's still in the world because he departed this world. His entrance into that state gives it a cubic reality just like this room now because we're in it. Now we come down to a practical use of this law because this is so your dream now is shadowing you would like to be other than what you are I think every one does in this world it's a form of growing and growing and we grow and we outgrow so you would like to be it but for those who are not in their dream it's shadowing a mere possibility but to those who enter into the dream it seems the only substance a man that is now poor and embarrassed because of his poverty he can still dream and dream of wealth dream of security but it's a share of his state it's something that seems to him almost impossible if he's going to use reason he will say how is this thing possible because I have no background either intellectually or financially or socially to even hope to achieve that sort of thing but if he knows who he really is that the spirit of God who creates all things dwells in him and that he can detect that indwelling being from the body that he wears and actually enter his dreams

The dream will take on reality, and if you persist in it, it will objectify itself in this world. I know that from many problems that I've had. But I was told I could not do this, or I could not do that. Having remembered the experiences that were all mystical, I applied them to practical things, and they worked just as well in the practical state. I entered into my dream it was a dream when in the army I couldn't get out but I wanted to get out but I wanted to get out honorably I did not wish to be honorably discharged I wanted to go through this world as a very honest I would say clean wholesome American citizen and not when I was asked questions will you ever be armed and then they say were you honorably discharged discharged, I have to say, no, I was dishonorably discharged. I didn't want that on my record.

And so I would not run away from the army. I wanted to get out of it and get out of it before the end of the war and to get out of it honorably. So I took the same lesson that I had learned and I applied it to death. So while in the army, I assumed that I am in my home in New York City, 2,000 miles away. I was in Camp Pope, Louisiana. And I had an apartment in New York City on Washington Square. So going to bed physically in Camp Pope, I went to bed in my imagination in my home in New York City. Not there on furlough. Not there on some little escape.

But there, honorably discharged. Then I got off my imaginary bed, walked all through my apartment and saw everything that I would see if I were there. It took on cubic reality. When I woke the next morning I was still in Camp Hope, Louisiana. But that night a strange thing happened to me. It was 4:15 in the morning and here a sheet came before my eyes and on this sheet a hand appeared from here down holding a pen And the pen wrote, that which I have done, I have done. Do nothing. First of all, the boy said that, but the pen scratched out. My disapproval, for I applied for discharge and my Colonel disapproved it. He said disallow and signed it Colonel Theodore Bilbo Jr.

That was his name, which is on a record. You can look it up for he was the one who disallowed my application for this job. And he simply scratched it out. And over that, he wrote him a proof. This hand holding a pen. Then the boy said to me, that which I have done, I have done, do nothing. What did he do? He scratched out the pen of his disapproval, and he wrote him a proof. And then I wrote. Ten days later I was honorably discharged by that same colonel and he shook my hand as that I left my base and said I will see you after the war is over I said Alright colonel, thank you very much, and that very night I was on a train back to my place in New York City.

That's how it worked. I know from my own personal experience. I am sharing with you what I have experienced both in the world of Caesar and in the world that is transcendent, something entirely different. So when I speak of being born from above, I am not theorizing, I am telling you exactly what happened to me. When I speak of meeting the Son of God who called me Father, I am telling you exactly what happened to me. When I tell you I ascended into heaven like a fiery serpent as told in scripture, that's exactly what happened to me. When the dove descended upon my hand and then smothered me with love, kissing me all over my face, my head, my neck, I know exactly what happened, because it happened to me.

So I'm only sharing with you, not feeling, not speculation, only what I know from my own experience. So tonight, Tonight, the most impossible thing in the world, and who is not confronted with it, I am, an impossible thing. Yet I have to actually deny the evidence of my senses and apply my principles towards that event. I know it could not have happened, nothing happened by natural causes. Nothing in this world happens by a natural cause. It's all spiritual. And you may say and the world will say it happened because you did so and so over a period of time and that is the cause of your present physical error, it isn't so at all. You admire someone intensely and try to duplicate their every act in this world, and you wish you were just like them, and they depart this world by a similar experience, and never once did the physical things that you are accused of having done, that is the cause of what is happening to you.

Never for one moment did it ever occur to her, the ones she admired, to actually do one for one moment what this one, suffering from the identical thing, is now suffering. And the world will say you were suffering from it because of a physical cause: had you not done for 40 years what you have done, it could not happen; yet her own loving mother, that she will worship beyond anyone in this world, and try so much to emulate, never once in her life smoked a cigarette, would take an occasional little drink, an occasional little drink, very sweet and very weak, and died of the very thing that she now is suffering from; and there is no one in this world who worships more than her mother.

That imaginal act in the beginning of time, and the whole thing came forward, and now she is fulfilling completely her ideal to be just like her mother. And the world will tell me the thing that is happening to her is caused by a physical state, and it isn't so at all. I could duplicate that and multiply it by the unnumbered number if man only had a memory that could retain the imaginal acts of the past. Every natural effect has a spiritual cause, and not a natural. A natural cause only seems. It is a delusion of the perishing vegetable memory. If man could only bear in mind that every simple little imaginal act tends to quiver through omniscience and right through omnipotence, and right through immanence.

So the whole thing is like a huge big computer. Your imaginal act instantly is added to the sum total of it all. And instantly the whole thing is changed. And the world is reflecting every imaginal act in this world of man. And keeping it all perfectly recorded. So that there is no such thing as a natural cause. It is all a spiritual cause. All things were made by him, and without him was not anything made that was made. And where does he dwell? He dwells in us. For he is spirit, and the spirit of God dwells in us. And he dwells in us, and I have by experiment discovered what that spirit is. And I tell you from my own experience: the spirit of God and the human imagination are one.

They're not two. So when you depart this world, your reality, which is the spirit of God, is your own wonderful human imagination. And that gives cubic reality to everything in this world, if you enter it. Now the secret is to enter it. Can I enter the state of my wish fulfilled? These other states were simply experiments. Can I enter the state of the wish fulfilled? I have done it. On several occasions I have. When it seemed essential, I did it. Someone asked often. I tried my best to do it. And how do I do it? By feeling. As we are told in the 17th chapter of Acts. Happy is the man that feeleth after him.

And finds him. He is speaking now of God. For in him. We live and move. And have our being. He just got through speaking to the Athenians. And he said Oh men of Athens. I see that you are very religious, but I notice over your temple an inscription to the unknown God. Now the one you worship as unknown, I will reveal to you. For he is not a God of sorrow, he is near, that you may feel after him and find him. For in him we live and move and have our being. So the God of whom I speak is never so far off as even to be near, for nearness implies separation. No matter how near he is, that's not the God.

Can't be near because I am He. Be still and know that I am God. That what you're told in the 46th verse, the 10th verse, be still. Why? That you may know I am He. I am God. So the fundamental sin of scripture is the lack of faith in I am He. As you're told, you will die in your sin, that is, you'll die missing the mark, unless you believe I am He. And before that the world was, I am. Before Abraham was, I am. But I am can't be near. That's the core of my being. I can say I am a man, but that's something near. I have a hand, that's near. I am rich, that's near.

I am poor, that's near. But before I can say anything, I must first establish the sense of being. And that is I am. So I must first be before I can be anything in this world. And so the lack of faith in that reality is the fundamental thing. Here I share with you what I have discovered. I have discovered that your own wonderful human imagination is one with the Spirit of God. And that you can enter any state in this world and on entrance it ceases to be a flat surface depicting reality. It is reality. Why? Because you are the reality who dwells in it. Wherever you are, things are real. If you are not in it, then they're not real.

They go back to their flat surfaces. And all things exist in the human imagination. We are called upon to select that state in which we will dwell. The state that we will enter and make real in our world. And I do it by simply feeling. What would the feeling be like, would it be true? How would I feel, would it be true? How would I see the world, would it be true? Then I feel myself into that state and try to give it all the tones of reality, all the sensory vividness that I can. If I can give it sensory vividness and tones of reality, even though I do not see it. It will work.

But sometimes it becomes so vivid and so intense you do see it. And the whole thing opens, your eye opens, and then the whole thing is real. And there you are in an entirely different world, the world of your dreams. But because you entered it, it is real. But whether the eye opens or or not, it will still work, may I tell you. This is the law spoken of in Scripture. And because no creator in the world exists but God is the only one, He has to create good and evil. If there is good and evil, God does it. If there is darkness and light, God does it. He said, I kill, and I make life.

I wound, and I heal. And none can deliver out of my hand. We think a devil heals and God makes alive. That the devil wounds and God heals. It's God who kills and God who wounds and God who makes alive and God who heals. It's only God. Read it in the 32nd chapter of Deuteronomy. I, even I am healed and there is no God beside me. I kill and I make alive I wound and I heal and none can deliver out of my hand and that God spoken of in that chapter is seated here in every one who is seated and that one in you is the spirit of God and the spirit of God is your own wonderful human imagination so blame no one in this world for anything that befalls you it's too late to share with you an experience of mine last Sunday morning but I will on Friday I asked for it I woke at 1 .30 and thinking of many things concerning my dear wife I asked for some wonderful experience now and then fell asleep and it came in the most glorious manner as I was waking at 6 .15 So I ran straight to my yellow pad and wrote the whole thing down.

It was the most vivid experience in answer. Because I wove myself into an experience. It had to take place. What experience it would, I left it to the depth of my own being to decide that. But give me some wonderful experience this night. In answer to something. And then came the most glorious experience. and then I wrote the whole thing down but it's too long to tell it tonight I'll tell you on Friday if you're here but whether you're here or not I'll tell it on Friday now let us go into the silence Okay. Good. Are there any questions please? What's the difference when you get into the reality factor with the body on the bed, what they call astral projection.

What's the difference? Well, I have had out of the body experiences what the world would call astral projection, but they're not anything like this. I am convinced that the being that you really are is dreaming what you believe yourself to be. one day you will awake and you and the dreamer of you will be one I see myself out of this body many times but it's not better which I speak today Any other questions please? Yes? So that was really an astral projection. I was living in my hotel room in New York City and I felt this peculiar force in my head. And I moved out in a circular motion, or rather spiral motion, and I found myself on the beach.

I didn't know anyone, but I knew I had just left a body on the bed in New York City. I was more curious about how that thing happened than about the people on the beach. That meant nothing to me. So I inwardly wished to return and duplicate it, but this time not to go to the beach, but to actually come down in the room and observe the body out of which I just come. So I had no sooner wished it that I came back to the body. And I'm in the body and I know I'm in the body. But now the same motion is taking place with same intensity. But this time as I whirled out in the spiral motion, I will myself to come back into that room, not go elsewhere.

I want to see exactly how this thing would. So I came into the hotel room and there's my body on the bed. The face is covered with a cloud. There are breaks in the cloud and through the breaks in the cloud I can see my face, but only through breaks in the cloud. Here I'm looking at this thing and it's, I call it a thing because the reality is looking at it. That which I always believed to be my reality myself. I shaved in the morning and I bathed in the morning and I fed all through the day, set only an envelope. I am the being looking at it. But I figured out if I am now out, I'm spirit.

Therefore I could easily go through that wall. And so I ran towards the wall and ran at it and bumped my head. Came back, I figured to myself, that's crazy. I am spirit. There is the thing that should bump its head, not me. I ran again and it bumped my head again. I came back and this time I said, now there must be some way that it can be done because I am spirit. I imagined myself out of that room and into me I was where I imagined myself. As a matter of fact, I saw the wall as a barrier. It was a barrier to me. And so trying to go through it, I was going against my own rational mind.

And so I bumped it. But when I stood in the room, not going through any wall or any door, I simply imagined myself elsewhere. And I was elsewhere. So that's how I learned that lesson. But I got bumped. up. Now that was an involuntary projection. I have had many voluntary ones. But I'm not talking of that. That's behind me now. That's like child's play. I'm speaking of God in us. Who is called in scripture Jesus Christ. For the divine body of God is your own wonderful human imagination which is one One with God who is Jesus Christ. That's the Lord. May I tell you in the end, although all these bumps and these horrors of the world, in the end he is infinite love.

He appears at first as power. Destructive violence. But in the end, he was love behind it all. just cheer love nothing but love in the end and that's God well until the next time we have a few left we're closing in June and here we are now the 10th of May this time when I close I have no plan for reopening I'm not committing myself to this club or any other place after I close. I do not know what plans I have for the future. But I will be here. I'm under contract. So I will be here until the last Friday in June. I also have a contract in San Francisco for two weeks, the last two weeks of July.

Beyond these two contracts I have none and I'm not going to commit myself for I do not know what plans I will have beyond the fulfillment of these two conflicts. Thank you. Good night.