"She said, “Neville, it seems insane. All I have is a quickie, one week and I have to live in a very modest little place, but I've longed to go to Paris. I know no one there. Do you think I'm foolish?” I said, “No. As far as I'm concerned, do anything your heart desires.” So she bought her little round trip ticket to Paris. The second night she was there she went out on a blind date and met the man. He was already married five times, no offspring and divorced each He was fabulously wealthy and an awfully nice chap, many years her senior. She was a girl, beautiful girl, a model out there in her early 30's and he was a man on in years. Not by his standards as he always felt himself 20 – and still does at 77. But they were blessed with a little boy, little Larry and 2 years later blessed with a second and they named him after me, Neville."

"Well, Larry was killed two weeks ago last Saturday in London. He was in college, first year. They got a cable saying that he had had a fatal car accident. Now he has all the money in the world. He plotted everything for Larry. Now this is a lesson for Joseph and Louise. They'll learn it. That money isn't everything. They tried to cushion him against everything in this world by setting up trust funds, this, that and the other. Now it is a lesson for Joseph to learn at the age of 77 for they can't bring him back. But Larry is alive. Larry is not dead. Larry is restored to life. He is not mangled as he was in this sudden death in the auto accident. Not a thing is missing. He is a restored youth, a beautiful youth just as he was when he was here at the age of 17. He was an unusually handsome fellow, a little taller than I am and evidence of growing even taller than that. He was a perfect darling. All right."

"So he is gone. He doesn't need their cushion of dollars and cents. But they needed a lesson of the loss. And so they cry out, as you have it in scripture, “Oh Absalom, my son, my son. Would that I had died instead of thee.” So he had to learn a lesson in the death of his son."

"I got a call from New York today at 3:00 o'clock this afternoon, and there was the voice – a very sad voice. I said, “Hello.” She said, “Neville? This is Louise. I have sad news for you.” I said, “What happened?” She said, “Joseph died today. He died in my arms.” I said, “Was he sick?” “No, just a great – well, a rupture of the aorta, right in my arms and Neville's arms.” Neville is my little namesake – one that I met before he came into this world. He is now 17. She continued, “Together we held him. He suffered seemingly for a little while – not too long, maybe a half an hour he seemed to be in great pain, and then that was it.”"

"But he was 77 – lived a full, wonderful life, and will leave her a considerable fortune: factories here, factories in Paris, factories in Puerto Rico, and so, financially speaking, there is no problem, but a great tear. And what could I say to her? – I couldn't even get her off the wire – but tell her certain stories that Joseph – he lived a full, wonderful life up to the very end – up to the end. To him, the spirit world – “Let it come later,” he said. Always, “Let it come later” – tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow."

"But now he was, after all – he was a couturier, making fashions for the beautiful ladies, and everything concerning the beauty of the physical form, and he loved it, and he “played the field” perfectly. He went to the end, and he was 77, so Joseph will still be the Joseph that I knew. He will not be interested in the birth from above. He will not be interested in the Word of God. He made a fortune, and he's left a fortune – all to Louise and his one child, Neville. So, they will have this enormous estate, and it really is enormous, but he is still the same Joseph. And when he finds himself as he will now – not 77, but 20, and what a joy for him! He'll be twenty – without any interest in spirituality – just an interest in the human form."

"My little namesake in New York City, Neville Berle, in the month of September, prior to his birthday, which is in November, I saw him before he was born, and I said to him, “If I am your father, when are you coming on earth?” He said to me quite innocently, “Tenth of November.” This is now the month of September. So the next day I said to my wife, “Well, you're going to have a baby tenth of November.” I said it kiddingly because she wasn't pregnant and she said, also in a kidding manner, “You know, I believe you implicitly in so many things, but this is one time I can't believe you because you know I'm not pregnant.” Well, a very dear friend of ours was pregnant and she came to the meetings in the month of September and she was ballooned. So I told her the story. Well, she said, “It can't apply to me because my baby isn't due until late in December.” I said I don't know. She said, “The doctor said, and Joseph and I compared notes, and it's late December.” I said, “Should this little child be born and it's a boy…” She said right away, “Oh, that's not true…it has to be a girl.” I said, “I'm not arguing with you, I'm just saying if it is a boy and he's born on the tenth of November, his name is Neville Marc…that's what he told me.” Well, she ignored it and she went through the door laughing and said, “You know, Neville, really you're a funny fellow... But sometimes I think you must be really insane.” I said, “All right, Louise, if he comes on the tenth…” So he came on the tenth and she named him Neville Marc."

"Well, about three or four years ago in New York City in their apartment, the four of them—one is now gone from this world; he was killed this summer in an accident in London, he was the older of the two [Larry]—well, little Neville sat there and he always liked to ask me questions about dreams and visions. He's eager! So he said to me, “You know…”—his mother sat next to him and his father sat next to him—“You know, Neville, I know I am not what I appear to be.” I said, “You know that Neville?” “Oh yes. I didn't dream it, no one told me, didn't read it, but I know it.” And then he said to me, “You know, if I could only stand still, perfectly still, and turn around. No, I don't mean turn around the whole body. If the body could stand still and I turn around in the body, I would know who I am... I also know I can't do it until I die and I can't wait to die!” With that, the mother [Louise] blanched, turned as white as chalk. He said, “Mother, I didn't mean it that way…I have no desire to die... but I can't wait to find out who I am, and I know I am not what you think I am... Well, I've got to turn right around completely.” Poor Louise is just having a fit, scared to death."

"Well, Neville hasn't lost that interest. He's now sixteen or will be November 10th. He has everything that the world of Caesar could offer: The sole heir to millions, with international businesses all very well entrenched. It doesn't interest him. He likes drawing, wants to be a drawer, wants to paint…that is his passion, to paint and draw. Let the father's business—the father is seventy-six and he is sixteen—let it thrive as far as he is concerned, but his interest is in these things. And I saw it two weeks before he came into the world when he gave me his name."

"The Promise does not interest her. As far as I am concerned, it has not interested her... but I can see a great interest in the Law, and she has discovered the Law, and she works it beautifully. There is another friend* of mine back in the east... and she has made millions .. but millions. ... and she started with not one penny in this world when she first heard me, but she believed what I told her. * Louise Berlay .. Author of ' The Magic Of The Mind '"

"For in my own case, when I was taken off the wheel of recurrence but left on it to tell the story... I do not find myself—like my friend Larry's mother who found herself in the year 3,804—I am through with the wheels within wheels within wheels. But I must remain on the present wheel, the year 1964..."

"Well, by that very statement he implies that they do, in dying, still die. So he tells you they die no more... But these who seemingly die will continue to die, like my friend Larry's mother. She knows that they fear death as we here fear death; they experience death as we experience death. And she will slip from the year 3804, however long she lives there—it may be 3890 before she makes her exit from that wheel—-to find herself in a wheel that is behind it in so-called time."

"Prior to that, my friend Larry has been coming here for years... So here, 3804 she [Louise] told him as he understood it. She knows that she never heard of me here in the year 1964. When she died in '53, she never heard of me, I was completely unknown. But my works are known to her in the year 3804 and my name is not a stranger to her."

"Now, let me show you how the principle works, the law works. There is in this room tonight a painting, a portrait. Just a few weeks ago in New York City... and trying to encourage our hostess, she [Neville's wife] said, “You know, Louise, this is the loveliest thing that you've done. Everything about it is soft, it moves, the whole thing is alive... She insisted that my wife take it; my wife said no."

"...But during the evening, she [Louise] said, “Bill [Neville's wife] wouldn't take this picture and I gave it to her; and I'm determined not to crate it, and I've been seeing myself delivering that in California to Bill without crating.” My friend volunteered, he said, “I'll take it for you.” ... And so, tonight he brings the painting here."

"Now, this lady [Louise] started from scratch in this city of Los Angeles... Today she is a multimillionaire through her husband's work. ... She keeps my book [The Law and The Promise] at her bedside. ... She does what she calls her homework, so every night before she sleeps, she takes an objective... and she goes over this in her mind's eye until it becomes objectively real... She took that painting and she saw it in our home in spite of my wife's refusal to take it..."

"It's Louise. She is the most determined…if anyone can be as determined as Louise everyone would be a millionaire. That's what she is today. If you had a desire for that to the extent that she has, you would be exactly what she is."

"I was in her home here in Huntington Palisades when she by doing her homework she saw the house, sat in the room which is the dining room, and conducted the dinner party... Her husband [Joseph] didn't want it any more than I wanted it, but Louise always gets her way. I was there when he put the $7,500 down to seal the contract. They bought it, lived in it two years... And when I left New York City, just the day before I left, he told me they offered him $120,000 for it. I said, “Joseph, sell it! You don't need it. You paid $75,000 …don't tell me you didn't because I was there when you paid for it. So don't give me any of this silliness about you paid a hundred thousand.” ... He said, “I think I will.” So everything she touches by her homework simply balloons in money."

"She [Louise] said, “Neville, it seems insane. All I have is a quickie, one week, and I have to live in a very modest little place, but I've longed to go to Paris... So she bought her little round-trip ticket to Paris. The second night she was there she went on a blind date and met the man [Joseph]. He was already married five times, no offspring, five times and divorced each. He was fabulously wealthy…awfully nice chap, many years her senior. She was a girl, a beautiful girl, a model out there, in her early thirties and he was a man on in years…not by his standards, he always thought himself twenty and still does at seventy-seven."

"But they were blessed with a little boy, little Larry, and then two years later blessed with a second, and they named him after me, Neville. Well, little Larry was killed two weeks ago last Saturday in London. He was in college, his first year in college, and they got a cable saying that he had a fatal automobile accident. Now he has all the money in the world. He plotted everything for Larry. Now this is a lesson for Joseph and Louise. They'll learn it…that money isn't everything. ... Now it's a lesson for Joseph to learn at the age of seventy-seven…for they can't bring him back. But Larry is alive; Larry is not dead. Larry is restored to life. ... He is a restored youth, a beautiful youth, just as he was when he was here at the age of seventeen."

"Last Saturday morning the phone rang from a friend of ours in New York City... He [Joseph] came in and said, “But why? Why did it happen to you?” He was apart from it all…he had made millions, but I mean millions, and he has millions. Well, his wife through my teaching met him on a blind date in Paris…she came from the city…then came after marriage these two perfectly lovely boys, and he worshipped them, and has made all preparation for them to inherit his millions."

"Saturday morning comes the telephone call from Louise—he couldn't speak—“We're on our way to London, to England” where his first son [Larry] was killed that morning in an automobile accident. I would never say to Joseph, “Why did it happen to you?” because I know no one avoids these blows. So Larry who had all these trust funds set up for him, running into millions so that he would never have to raise a finger, at the age of seventeen and a half, first year in college, so he is snuffed out. You don't avoid these. ... but these things that money can't buy take place in your world."

"He [Joseph] can change the trust fund and give it to my namesake, Neville; for the second one was named after me. So he can give all the millions he gave to Larry and add them to the millions he now has for Neville but he can't bring his Larry back. And so when he asked me, “Why did it happen to you?” I did not say, “Why did it happen to you?” These things happen. No one avoids the furnaces of this world, but no one!"

Joseph's Childhood and Poverty in Odessa: "This chap is a very dear friend of mine. He lives in New York City. He was born in Odessa, Russia of a very poor Jewish family. He knew what it was to be frightened when he heard that they were coming, meaning the Cossacks. They burned, they ruined, they caused pain for the sheer joy of frightening people and destroying, and they had their pogroms. Well, here was a boy, not more than nine or ten, the oldest of a family of five. His mother died soon after the last one was born. He was the head of the family. The father had no money. He worked, yes, but he had little to really maintain a family of five without the help of his wife, and so little Joseph went out to work. Naturally at the age of nine, what could you do but simply go to the bank and change the money into smaller denominations, or be a busboy or something in a store... He never knew what it was to have a new pair of slacks or a pair of shoes."

The Manifestation at the Bank Window: "So this day in question—and no one taught him this, it came from the depth of his soul... He looked at this bearded teller, this cashier, as he put the money through, and he noticed that the big copper things and the silver things when rolled into paper resembled each other; but in value they were widely separated in value. So he said to himself, not to anyone else, 'Wouldn't it be wonderful if he made a mistake! Oh, wouldn't it be marvelous if he made a mistake!' And then, all in his Imagination, when he rolled the money through the window to Joseph, Joseph took the money in the same assumption that he had made the mistake, and walked in a sense of joy back to his place... 'What a joy if he had made the mistake! I would buy a pair of slacks, a pair of shoes, and eat until it came through my ears'…"

The Mistake Manifests: "The next day he went back to the same bank, the same teller, put in similar denominations to get similar reduced denominations, and he saw the man make the mistake. He saw it and he knew that man made the mistake when he passed it through. He went back and he wrestled with himself on the way back, but his hunger, his poverty, his embarrassment were greater than the ethical code that his mother tried to instill within him. So he went to another bank and got it changed into the real denominations that his business expected... Then he had all this money left over, so he went and bought himself a pair of slacks, and bought himself a pair of shoes, and he went into a restaurant and ate until he could eat no more."

Joseph's Silent Technique for Overdue Accounts: "My friend Joseph today is a multi-millionaire... And today Joseph tells me, 'I never dun a customer, for I feel I cannot afford to lose a customer. When he is long, long overdue in payment, I sit alone when my help has departed, and I simply mentally write a letter thanking him, not dunning him, thanking him for his check. I never ever post the letter. I simply write it, make it clear in my mind's eye and, Neville, within three or four days that check comes. It never fails!'"

Joseph's Wealth and Garbage Truck Beginnings in France: "Now he lives in an apartment in New York City where he pays $12,000 a year in rent... His business in New York City, I know he pays $45,000 a year in rent for that street business... He learned it when he left Russia after the war when they collapsed in 1917, the Russian armies. He came as a young boy of sixteen or seventeen into France and got a job driving a truck, a garbage collector, and here he was, he was strong, picking up the garbage and throwing it into the truck."

Meeting Anna Pavlova and Starting "Berlé" Foundations: "One day he met, seemingly by accident, a Russian... Anna Pavlova, the great dancer. She said to him, 'You know, Joseph, you're young and attractive, and I could quickly introduce you to so many women that would need your help... why don't you take up the making of these things?' and he called them 'foundations.' You're all familiar with his ad in the New Yorker…and the things. His name is Berlé... Here, he learned that when he was a poor, poor boy, never having been satisfied with a meal..."

Joseph's Integrity and Interest-Free Loans to Friends: "So, I'm telling you, forget all these so-called codes…you're learning a principle... Joseph has given—not to justify his conscience but out of the goodness of his heart—tens and tens of thousands of dollars to help friends plus charities... If it takes a year, two years, three years, they'll pay it back, because Joseph will not dun them, but he will write that little letter and thank them for having sent it. He will not take one penny in interest from any loan that he makes... When the friend sent back on the $2,000 loan a six percent interest, Joseph sat right down and wrote him a check for that amount of interest and said, 'We are friends, I'm not in the business of loaning money.'"

Neville's Summary of Joseph's "Drenching" Method: "...prayer is your own wonderful human Imagination drenched with feeling…just as Joseph drenched himself with the feeling that he had it. I can take story after story where you drench yourself with the feeling of having it..."

"It's Louise. She is the most determined… if anyone can be as determined as Louise everyone would be a millionaire. That's what she is today."

"She needs an extra million as I need an extra head, but she'll get the extra million because she works towards it."

"She does what she calls 'homework.' She keeps my book The Law and The Promise at her bedside... She does what she calls her homework, so every night before she sleeps, she takes an objective, for her husband in business, her children in work and school, herself, and she goes over this in her mind's eye until it becomes objectively real, and then she sleeps."

"So everything she touches by her homework simply balloons in money."

"The Promise does not interest her. As far as I am concerned, it has not interested her... but I can see a great interest in the Law, and she has discovered the Law, and she works it beautifully."

"At that moment he assumed that the cashier did, and in his mind's eye he took the things and then walked back to the store. He knew the cashier had not done it, but he simply wiped it out and played a little game. And he walked back feeling that the cashier had made the mistake and he wondered: “Now what would I do? I will go into a restaurant and eat for the first time in my life to where I feel satisfied. I will eat until it comes through my ears, then I'll buy a pair of shoes and then I'll buy a pair of slacks.” He knew that it would cover that much. When he got back to the store the man hadn't made a mistake, but he had the joy of walking in that assumption."

"The next day the man made that mistake. And he realized it the minute the man made the mistake. So he went to another bank and changed the money into the right amount so that he could take back the right amount to the store, leaving this money over. And with that extra money, he said, “I wrestled all day with myself, and that night when I went to bed I could hardly sleep. I wrestled and wrestled with myself because that was in conflict with what my dead mother had taught me. 'Thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not covet.' The next day my hunger and my desire to have a new pair of shoes and a new pair of pants overpowered what I had heard from my mother, and I ate until it came through, not my ears, but till I was stuffed. Then I bought myself a pair of slacks and I bought myself a pair of shoes."

"Well, who did it? “If the Law had not come into the world, I would never have known sin. If the Law did not say, 'You shall not covet,' I would not know what it is to covet, and yet He who is guiding me consigned me to disobedience.”"

"So you find yourself, as he did, hungry and embarrassed because of the rags that he wore; and he learned that the Law is spiritual. So he rose from the state as a little, impoverished, Jewish boy in Odessa, in Russia. And after the revolution he found himself, when the war came to an end, among soldiers who left Russia and made their way to France. So when he died at the age of 77 on Good Friday, .. this past Good Friday .. he could leave an estate that runs into millions. He learned the Law."

"He learned that the Law is spiritual. And he told me himself he never took a man to court for unpaid bills. He would sit at his desk when all the employees left and he would write out a letter thanking the man for his check. He never mailed it, but he would get himself into that mood and thank them for the check that they had sent. And he said, “Within a matter of days, never in excess of a week, but quite often two or three days, a check came.” The check came to him in payment of an unpaid bill that was long overdue. “But,” he said, “I never once had to lose a friend, for I cannot remain in business and lose customers; so I never had to dun a customer. I've learned the Law. I learned that these assumptions, though denied by my senses, if I really believe them and put all my faith in the assumption, it would become a reality. And so, I lived by it. Long before I met you Neville, .. long before I ever heard of you. I heard of you only through my wife. She heard of you and heard the Law, and we sort of struck it off together when we were in Paris; but long before I met her or met you, I proved this law when I was a poor little boy in Russian, and I began to live by it. So I have never once taken a man to court to get back monies I had advanced in the form of merchandise.”"

"So when he died at the ripe old age of 77, .. he died quite suddenly of a heart attack, .. well, he had proven that Paul's words were right; and he didn't know Paul, for he was born and raised in the Jewish faith; and I doubt that he ever read the New Testament. So when Paul makes the statement in the 7th chapter of Romans that: “The Law is spiritual,” .. when he makes that bold statement that: “If it were not for the Law, I never should have known sin. I should not have known what it is to covet if the Law had not say, 'You shall not covet.' So, God has consigned all men to disobedience, that He may have mercy on all.”"

"Now here is one who found him as a boy. A few of you have heard this story, because I told it years ago, but it's worthwhile telling it again, because of this basic something in him. He hasn't omitted all the blows of life, no one does; but he got down to the core of who God is, and he discovered that he didn't have to go on the outside to worship God, that the God was within him. He knew from what happened to him in Russia how this thing operated. He was a poor boy, had no money, living on charity, the oldest of a family of five. His mother died when he was about eight and he was forced to go out and do errands to bring in a little money to feed the family…his father and the remaining children, the other four and himself. He told me himself, he said, “Neville, I never knew what it was to eat until I was satisfied. I never knew what it was to have my own shirt, a new shirt, or a pair of slacks or a pair of shoes; we got all of our things from charity. I was in Russia in Odessa in the days of the Czars and we were the minority group of Jews. You've heard of pogroms? I saw them. I know what it is to go through such horror. I got a good job. My job was to take large denominations to a bank and have them exchanged into small denominations and silver and copper. I noticed one day this teller—he had a huge, big beard on him, here he is very formally dressed with his big beard—and as he gave me the money I noticed from the outside wrapping that the copper resembled the silver. I just noticed that. Knowing nothing outside of that, I wondered to myself, just playing a little game, and I wondered 'Wouldn't it be marvelous if he made a mistake, wouldn't it be wonderful!' So I assumed that he made the mistake. I took the money that he gave me and I put it in my pocket, put my hands into my slacks all patched up and my shoes burlap, I had my shoes all wrapped up, and hungry. I walked back in the belief that he had made the mistake. Well, he didn't, but I had one wonderful time walking back the many blocks that I had to walk from the bank to my little place where I worked. I put the money into their hands."

"Now the whole world hearing this, based on their ___(??) would say, “Wasn't that wrong!” Well, we ate of the tree of good and evil…that's why we came out. There isn't one person in this world who has not violated their code. If they didn't have the courage to do it outwardly, they've done it inwardly... So the drama becomes a psychological drama. The kid was hungry and embarrassed by all the torn things. In the interval, he has given back to society a thousand times more…a thousand times?—ten thousand times more than that little amount. And that would still not be equal to what he has given. Not to compensate; it taught him a lesson. So he came out into the world of experience and learned a lesson: The creative power was his own wonderful human Imagination."

"So after the First World War when Russia collapsed, and he came into Paris penniless and broke and got a job as a street cleaner, he didn't forget the act. From there he rose today to a multi-millionaire in a legitimate business by simply applying this principle: That an assumption though false if persisted in will harden into fact. When I told that story in this city years ago, oh, maybe fifteen years ago, a lady said to me, “Well, did he ever send it back?” I said, “To whom, Stalin? He got it from the Czar's regime.” Stalin stole all the things that the Czars had. To whom then would he repay what was the Czar's? Give it to Stalin the thief?” Well, it didn't satisfy her. He was wrong and he should have given it to someone in Russia. Well, he has given unlimited fortunes."

"There is a little boy in New York City who bears my name. He is now about fifteen. Before he was born he stood before me in vision and I felt I was his father. Appearing to be about four years old, he told me his name was Neville Marc. When I asked him when he was coming, he said the 10th of November. This was now September. The next morning I told my wife that a little boy was coming to us on the 10th of November. Well, she admitted that she believed in miracles and in me, but she knew she was not pregnant. Regardless, I told her he was coming anyway."

"A friend of mine who was expecting her baby in December wanted a little girl, as she already had a little boy. I said to her: “If your child is born on November 10th and it is a boy, his name is Neville Marc.” She agreed, although she was certain that the child would be born in December. But when November 10th arrived, Neville Marc was born. About five years ago, while visiting them in New York City, the little boy came in, walked over to me and said: “You know, Neville. I feel that if I could turn around I would see who I really am. I know I am wearing a mask and I can't wait to die, cause then I will turn around and see my true identity.” His mother was a very poor girl who married wealth, and anything relative to death frightened her. The thought of losing her diamonds, her home, and all of her possessions, scared her to death, so she was upset when the child spoke of death. No doubt having grown up in the meantime, the boy's attention has been diverted; but that is what he told me five years ago."