Enter Into Ch 9 The Law And The Promise by Neville Goddard

Neville Goddard, the Law and the Promise Chapter nine Enter into if the spectator would enter into these images in his imagination, approaching them on the fiery chariot of his contemplative thought, if he could make a friend and companion of one of these images of wonder, which always entreats him to leave mortal things as he must know, then would he arise from his grave, and then would he meet the Lord in the air, and then he would be happy. Blake what a wonderful quote. Imagination, it seems, will do nothing that we wish until we enter into the image of the wish fulfilled. Does not this entering into the image of the wish fulfilled resemble Blake's void outside of existence, which, if entered into, englobes itself and becomes a womb. Is this not the true interpretation of the mythical story of Adam and Eve? Man and his emanation are not man's dreams of fancy his emanation, his Eve, in whom he plants himself in all her nerves, just as a husbandman his mold, and she becomes his dwelling place and garden, fruitful 70 fold. The secret of creation is the secret of imagining, first desiring and then assuming the feeling of the wish fulfilled until the dream of fancy, the void outside existence, is entered and englobes itself and becomes a womb, a dwelling place and garden fruitful seventy fold. Note well that Blake urges us to enter into these images. This entering into the image makes it englobe itself and become a womb. Man, by entering a state, impregnates it and causes it to create what the union implies. Blake tells us that these images are shadowy to those who dwell not in them mere possibilities, but to those who enter into them. They seem the only substances. Oh man. Now that those last few sentences right there really describe how something feels natural to you versus something seeming and feeling foreign to you. Something feeling natural to you is something you do. Natural to you is something you do all the time already. Whatever it is you're doing now that feels natural. Just be observant of how it feels to be involved with Fill in the blank. It feels natural. It feels as a matter of course. Remember, all we're doing is taking what we're already doing and focusing our attention at it so we can see ourselves. We're already creators. You're already creating a wonderful, wonderful reality where you are right now. Now, all we're going to do together here is take a new focus at what we're doing with what feels natural and what feels foreign, and blend these together to make the foreign more natural so then you can become what you want to be. You're here and you want to be here, you make it feel natural. You make the impression and then it becomes the expression. Excuse me, man. By entering a state, impregnates it. If you're here and you're entering a state in your imagination and impregnates it to create what the union implies, what the union is when you're making that impression, that's the union. That's implying the state impregnates it to create what the union implies. Blake tells us that these images are shadowy to those who dwell not in them. When it feels foreign to you, it's shadowy, the new thing you want to be. Happily married, in love, walking down the aisle, coming home from your honeymoon. If it feels foreign to you, that is shadowy. Shadowy to those who dwell not in them, mere possibilities, but to those who enter into them. Meaning enter into them and make this impression. Where you feel it natural, feels real, it just feels like it's normal. But to those who enter into them, they seem the only substances. Man, what wonder. Blake really had it going on. Apparently, on my way to the West Coast, I stopped in Chicago to spend the day with friends. My host was recovering from a severe illness and his doctor advised him to move to a one story house. Acting upon the doctor's advice, he had purchased a one story house suited to his needs. But he now was confronted with the fact that there seemed to be no buyer for his large three story home. When I arrived, he was very discouraged. In trying to explain the law of constructive imagining to my host and his wife, I told them the story of a very prominent New York woman who had come to see me concerning the rental of her apartment. She maintained a lovely city apartment and a country home, but it was absolutely essential that she rent her apartment. If she had that she rent her apartment if she and her family were to spend the summer at her country home. In previous years, the apartment had been rented without any difficulty early in the spring. But at the time she came to see me, the season for summer sublets was seemingly over. Although the apartment had been in the hands of good real estate agents, no one had seemed interested in renting it. I told her what to do. In her imagination she did it, and in less than 24 hours her apartment was rented. I explained how she, by the constructive use of her imagination, had rented her apartment at my suggestion. Before she went to sleep that night in her apartment in the city, she imagined she was lying in her bed in her country home. In her imagination, she viewed the world from the country house rather than from the city apartment. She smelled the fresh country air. She made this so real that she actually drifted off to sleep, feeling that she was in the country. This was on a Thursday night. At 9 o' clock the following Saturday morning, she phoned me from her country home and told me that on Friday a highly desirable tenant who met all of her requirements not only rented her apartment, but rented it on the one condition that he could move in that very day, which would be Friday, because Thursday, now it's Saturday. I suggested to my friends that they build an imaginal structure as this woman had done. And that was. And that was to sleep. Imagining they were physically present in their new home. Feeling they had sold their old home, I explained to them the wide difference between thinking of the image in their new house and thinking from the image of their new house. Thinking of it is a confession that they are not in it. Thinking from it is proof that they are in it. Entering into the image would give substance to the image. Their physical occupancy of the new house would follow automatically. I explained that what the world looks like depends entirely on where man is when he makes his observation. Wow. And man, being all imagination, must be where he is in imagination. This concept of causation disturbed them, for it smacked of magic or superstition. But they promised they would try it. I left that night for California, and the following evening the conductor on the train in which I was traveling handed me a telegram. It read, house sold midnight last. One week later they wrote and told me the very night I left Chicago. They fell asleep physically in the old house, but mentally in the new, viewing the world from the new home, imagining how things would sound if this were true. They would awaken that very night from their sleep to be told the house was sold. Not until the image is entered, until Eve is known, does the event burst upon the world. The wish fulfilled must be conceived in the imagination of man before the event can evolve out of what Blake calls the void. Love. That sentence. The wish fulfilled must be conceived in the imagination of man before the event can evolve out of what Blake calls the void. Wonderful. Beautiful sentence. Man. This next story proves that by shifting the focus of her imagining, Mrs. A.F. entered physically into where she had persisted in being imaginatively. Soon after our marriage, my husband and I decided that our greatest joint desire was a year in Europe. This objective may seem reasonable to a lot of people, but to us tied to a narrow sphere of limited finances, it seemed not only unreasonable, but completely ridiculous. Europe doesn't sound bad for a year. Hey, why not have you Thought of that one before, Europe might as well have been another planet. But I had heard your teachings, so I persisted in falling asleep in England. Why England necessarily, I cannot tell, except that I had seen a current motion picture featuring the area around Buckingham palace and had promptly fallen in love with the scene. All I did in my imagination was to stand quietly outside the great iron gates and feel the cold metal bars gripped tightly in my hands. As I viewed the palace for many, many nights. I felt an intense joy at being there and fell asleep in this happy state. Soon after, my husband met a stranger at a party who within one month was instrumental in securing a teaching fellowship for him at a great university. Imagine my excitement when I heard the university was in England, tied to a narrow sphere question mark. Within another month we were crossing the Atlantic and our supposedly insurmountable difficulties melted as they. As though they never existed. We had our year in Europe, one of the happiest years of my life. Signed MF now that is a wonderful testimonial. Who doesn't want a year in Europe? Who doesn't want to spend. Who doesn't want to spend a summer somewhere? I got to bring this up. So in Approximately the years 94, I had already been studying the Seth material, but I'm going to guess 94. Ish. Yeah, 94. I'm going to go with that. I was playing a video game. And this video game was a Formula one game. And it was a season where you could have a season of races. They were all basically modules. And the first one was Interlagos, which is Sao Paulo, Brazil. Interlagos means in. In Portuguese means between two. Two lakes, I think. And I raced that race over and over. So I was in this little racing game consistently. It was on a computer on my. On my PC because I had an early computer. I bought it in 93, really old machine. But to us now, I mean, so I had this. I had this video game. I can't remember if the video game was independent or was in the computer. Either way, I would race Interlagos over and over. And I was like, you know. And I started to get to know how this machine worked in this game. Whatever I was. I forget what I was using. I think I might have had a steering wheel even that mounted to the desk, I think. But so I'm racing through that track over and over and over. So I got to know the track, but I never really got into the other tracks. I never went beyond the first track because I just start the game over and I would Race the Interlagos, the Formula one Interlagos, Brazil race. And I'd race it. Okay, no big deal. I'd race it. No big deal. It was just something I passed the time with. And I go to work and I'd do my thing. And I was studying metaphysics heavily at the time, as I've described before, but I would do this kind of off and on. I didn't really put a lot of effort into it, but I was enamored by the fact that it was in Brazil, and I let it go. It wasn't really anything to me much beyond playing the game. I maybe might have played that game all in all, maybe 12 times. Something small like that compared to gamers today might be on there all day and night. So fast forward. This is about the time I meet my wife and we become friends. At the time, we're just friends, literally about the same time. We didn't hit it off till 97, but we got married in 99. My best man, who was living in Santiago, Chile, he came to Kauai and was our best man. I'm going to break this down separately, but I want to give this quick story about Brazil, about that race. He came to Kauai and was my best man on my wedding, but he also was living in Santiago at the time for work. So we got an invite from him to stay with him if we want to visit there next year, which would be the year 2000. So we said, yeah, what the heck, why not? We're going to go ahead and do that. So we leave, I think it was out of Dallas. We get down to Santiago, and while we're there, we had preplanned this, but we had decided that during this vacation, which was two weeks, we're going to go over to Rio and we're going to go over to Sao Paulo for the Formula one race. While I'm at the Formula one race, we're watching this great race and all this wonder unfolds. And it dawned on me, either while I was there or right after, I was like, how is it that I'm at my first Formula one race and it is the only one I ever raced on on the computer, because I knew the track. I really literally. So when I saw the. The big screen and the cars racing on it, or I saw it on tv, you know, forever. I always knew the track because I had raced the track. But here I was experiencing the track. It was the year 2000, and I was literally experiencing something as a fan now in person, that I only experienced in a video game before. It was quite a coincidence. And that's why I'm bringing this up, because there's a lot of things you don't. As Neville describes, a lot of times you don't recognize your own harvest. You sow seeds, but you don't recognize your own harvest. And it's wonderful because we are constantly sowing. So it's time to recognize your harvest for what it is. It's your sowing. What you're experiencing is typically, almost always. I mean, it is literally always, I would say. You have to admit it is always. It's from your sowing that your harvest is happening. She wanted to be in England. She became in England. What a wonderful testimonial. What the world looks like depends entirely on where man is when he makes his observations. And man, being all imagination, must be where he is. In imagination, the stone which the builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone. That stone is imagining. I acquaint you with this secret and leave you to act or react. This is the famous stone that turneth all to gold. For that which God doth touch and own cannot for less be told. George Herbert. Now that's a wonderful poem. Oh, my goodness. This is the famous stone that turneth all to gold. That is your imagination. For that which God doth touch and own, imagine and feel it real God touch and own. Come closer that I may feel you. When Isaac said that to, it was Jacob, but Jacob was dressed in fur. Isaac thought it was Esau. Come closer that I may feel you. For that which God does touch and own, become it real, become feel it cannot for less be told. Oh, boy. Hmm. My home is my. My home is old, but it is mine. I wanted the exterior painted and the interior redecorated. Yet I had no money to accomplish either objective. You told us to live as though our desire is already a reality. And this I began to do. Imagining my old house with a brand new coat of paint, new furnishings, new decoration, and all the trimmings. I walked in my imagination through the newly decorated rooms. I walked around the outside admiring the fresh paint. And at the end of my imaginal act, I handed the contractor a check for payment in full. I entered this imaginal scene faithfully, as often as I could during the day. During the day and each night before I fell asleep, don't forget to set that castle alarm on your watch or on your phone. You got these things? My phone's my bookmark. Within two weeks, I received a registered letter from Lloyd's of London. Telling me I had inherited $7,000 from a woman I had never met. I had known her brother slightly almost 40 years before and had performed a small service 15 years ago for the lady when this brother had died in our country. And she had written to me asking for particulars regarding his death, which I was able to provide. I had not heard from her since that time. Now, here was the check for $7,000, more than enough to cover the cost of my house restoration, plus many, many other things I desired. Signed eca. Let's review. You told us to live as though our desire is already a reality. And this I began to do. Imagining my old house with a brand new coat of paint, new furnishings, new decoration and all the trimmings. I walked in my imagination through the newly decorated rooms. I walked around the outside admiring the fresh paint. And at the end of my imaginal act, I handed the contractor a check for the payment in full. Didn't care about how, didn't care about overtime, didn't care about nothing, about know how, anything, no how, period. Just imagined it as done. And then handing a check in full. Done. Check, done, done. Imagined. What does your imagination cost you? What does it cost you to imagine your desire fulfilled at the end? He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all. Blake. Unless the individual imagines himself someone else or somewhere else, the present conditions and circumstances of his life will continue being and his problems recur. For all events renew themselves from his constant images. That's the loop. Over and over, over and over. World. World's filling in the gap for you. You're not doing it. You're not making the impression. The world's putting in all that subconscious feed while you're watching Lost Season 7, hoping to get to Season 8 sooner or later, you're letting the world fill in your subconscious. Boom, boom. You're just in this loop over and over and over. Unless the individual, I must repeat because it's very important point here, unless the individual, that's you, me, everyone, imagines himself someone else or somewhere else. The present conditions and circumstances of his life will continue in being. His problems and his problems recur. They will continue in being and his problems recurrent. For all events renew themselves from his constant images. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. Over and over and over. By him they were made. By him, they continue in being and by him they can cease to be. The secret of causation is in the assembled imagery. But a word of warning. The assemblage must have meaning. It must imply something, or it will not form the creative and activity hyphen the word. Oh, boy. That is a wonderful, wonderful chapter. Oh, my gosh. What is your favorite piece? My favorite is George Herbert's very short poem, I Will Enter. I will repeat the opening quote from Blake. If the spectator would enter into these images in his imagination, approaching them on the fiery chariot of his contemplative thought. If he could make a friend and companion of one of these images of wonder, which always entreats him to leave mortal things, then would he arise from his grave. That's your sleeping self. Then would he meet the Lord in the air, and then he would be happy. That is fulfilling your dream. My favorite. Here is this very short poem. This is the famous stone that turneth all to gold. For that which God doth touch and own cannot for less be told. Wow. What a wonderful, wonderful poem. Okay, one more. He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all. If you're only reflecting what your life is over and over, then you're not imagining at all. If you're looking out and you're seeing the world deliver to you the goods over and over, you're not using your imagination. Who do you. How do you. Who's to blame here? Who's to blame? Is anybody to blame? Or do we just stay stuck here? What if we have a desire to be married? What if we're single, we're not married, and we're not in love, and we want to be married, not single. We want to be together in a relationship. We want to be in love. We want to feel the trumpets of our heart singing. We want that feeling. Who's going to do it for you? Is someone going to imagine lovingly for you? I hope so. Because if you're not going to do it, you better be lucky enough that someone around you is imagining lovingly for you. If not, because it's kind of few and far between. You need to get busy. You need to get on with the killing here. You need to start imagining as you fall asleep and start bolstering that image. That image of you coming home from your honeymoon, happily married in Hawaii, walking across the new threshold to your new house, together, being carried or doing the carrying. You need to start that image. No one's gonna put that together for you. Only you can be in your own imagining. Who's gonna come over and imagine for you at night. Hey, hey, don't forget. Don't forget. No, it ain't gonna happen like that. It's something that has to be constructed by you. And it takes that. That consistent, proactive effort. You don't break a sweat from this. It's not sweat worthy at first. It might feel foreign, as he said in one of these poems just now. It might seem like a foreign land, but you make it comfortably natural feeling to you. The more you do this impression, you make it start to feel natural. Once it does feel natural, you're already there. It's already a done deal. There's going to be a point when that imagining tells you it's done. It's so natural it's done. Then you can move on to something else. You can forget about it. You're in the Sabbath and it's going to happen. The bridge of incidents will construct what is necessary to make it in your physical 3D world. What a wonderful chapter. All right, we're going to see you in the next one.