The Search by Neville Goddard

Neville Goddard the search 1946 to Victoria the fulfillment of a dream THE SEARCH Once, in an idle interval at sea, I meditated on the perfect state and wondered what I would be were I of two pure eyes to behold iniquity. If to me all things were pure and were I without condemnation. As I became lost in this fiery brooding, I found myself lifted above the dark environment of the senses. So intense was the feeling, I felt myself a being of fire dwelling in a body of air. Voices, as from a heavenly chorus, with the exaltation of those who had been conquerors in a conflict with death, were singing, he is risen. He is risen. And intuitively I knew they meant me. Then I seemed to be walking in the night. I soon came upon a scene that might have been the ancient pool of Bethesda. For in this place lay a great multitude of impotent folk, blind halt, withered, waiting not for the moving of the water as of tradition, but waiting for me as I came near. Without thought or effort on my part they were one after the other, molded as by the magician of the beautiful eyes, hands, feet, all missing members were drawn from some invisible reservoir and molded in harmony with that perfection which I felt springing within me. When all were made perfect, the chorus exalt, exalted. It is finished. Then the scene dissolved and I awoke. I know this vision was the result of my intense meditation upon the idea of perfection. For my meditations invariably bring about union with the state contemplated. I had been so completely absorbed with within the idea that for a while I had become what I contemplated. And the high purpose with which I had for that moment identified myself, drew the companionship of high things and fashioned the vision in harmony with my inner nature. The ideal which with which we are united works by association of ideas to awaken a thousand moods, to create a drama in keeping with the central idea. I first discovered this close relationship of moods to vision when I was about age 7. I became aware of a mysterious life quickening within me like a stormy ocean of frightening might. I always knew when I would be united with this hidden identity. For my senses were expectant on the nights of these visitations. And I knew beyond all doubt that before morning I would be alone with immensity. I so dreaded these visitations that I would lie awake until my eyes from sheer exhaustion closed. As my eyes closed in sleep, I was no longer solitary, but smitten through and through with another being. And yet I knew it to be myself. It seemed older than life, yet nearer to me than my boyhood If I tell what I discovered on. On these nights, I do so not to impose my ideas on others, but that I may give hope to those who seek the law of life. I discovered that my expectant mood worked as a magnet to unite me with the great, with this greater me. While my fears made it appear as a stormy sea. As a boy I conceived of this mysterious self as might, and in my union with it I felt its majesty as a stormy sea which drenched me, then rolled and tossed me as a helpless wave. As a man I conceived of it as love and myself the son of it. And in my union with it, now what? A love enfolds me. It is a mirror to all whatever we conceive it as being. That it is to us. That it is to us, I believe it to be the center through which all the threads of the universe are drawn. Therefore I have altered my values and changed my ideas so that they now depend upon and are in harmony with this sole cause of all that is, it is to me that changeless reality which fashions circumstances in harmony with our concepts of ourselves. My mystical experiences have convinced me that there is no way to bring about the outer perfection we seek other than by transformation of ourselves. As soon as we succeed in transforming ourselves, the world will melt magically before our eyes and reshape itself in harmony with that which our transformation affirms. Two other visions I will tell because they bear out the truth of my assertion that we, by intensity of love and hate, become what we contemplate. Once with closed eyes made radiant from brooding, I meditated on the eternal question, who, who am I? And felt myself gradually dissolve into a shoreless sea of vibrant light, imagination passing beyond all fear of death. In this state, nothing existed but myself, a boundless ocean of liquid light. Never have I felt more intimate with being. How long this experience lasted I do not know. But my return to Earth was accompanied by by a distant feeling of crystallization again into human shape. At another time, I lay on my bed with my eyes shut. As in sleep, I brooded on the mystery of Buddha. In a little while, the dark caverns of my brain began to grow luminous. I seemed to be surrounded by luminous clouds which which emanated from my head as fiery pulsating rings. I saw nothing but these luminous rings for a time. Then there appeared before my eyes a rock of quartz crystal. While I gazed upon it, the crystal broke into pieces which invisible hands quickly shaped into the living Buddha. As I looked on this meditative figure, I saw that it was myself. I was the living Buddha whom I contemplated. A light like the sun glowed from this living image of myself with increasing intensity until it exploded. Then the light gradually faded and once more I was back within the blackness of my room. Out of what sphere or treasury of design came this being mightier than human, his garments, the crystal, the light? If I saw, heard and moved in a world of real beings, when I seemed to myself to be walking in the night, when the lame, the halt, the blind were transformed in harmony with my inner nature, then I am justified in assuming that I have a more subtle, excuse me, subtile body than the physical. A body that can be detached from the physical and used in other spheres. For to see, to hear, to move are functions of an organism, however ethereal. If I brood over the alternative that my psychic experiences were self begotten fantasy, no less am I moved to wonder at this mightier self who flashes on my mind a drama as real as those I experience when I am fully awake. On these fiery meditations I have entered again and again, and I know beyond all doubt that both assumptions are true. Housed within this form of earth is a body attuned to a world of light. And I have, by intense meditation, lifted it, as with a magnet, through the skull of this dark house of flesh. The first time I awoke the fires within me, I thought my head would explode. There was intense vibration at the base of my skull. Then sudden oblivion, oblivion of all. Then I found myself clothed in a garment of light and attached by a very elastic cord to the slumbering body on the bed. So exalted were my feelings, I felt related to the stars. In this garment I roamed spheres more familiar than Earth, but found that, as on earth, conditions were molded in harmony with my nature. Self begotten fantasy, I hear you say, no more so than the things of Earth. I am an immortal being, conceiving myself as man and forming worlds in the likeness and image of my concept of self. What we imagined, what we imagine that we are, what we imagine that we are, by our imagination we have created this dream of life, and by our imagination we will re enter that eternal world of light, becoming that which we were before we imagine the world in the divine economy. Nothing is lost. We cannot lose anything saved by descent from the sphere where the thing has its natural life. There is no transforming power in death. And whether we are here or there, we fashion the world that surrounds us by the intensity of our imagination and feeling, and we illuminate or darken our lives by the concepts we hold of ourselves. Nothing is more important to us than our conception of ourselves. And especially is this true of our concept of the deep hidden one within us. Those that help or hinder us, whether they know it or not, are the servants of that law which shapes outward circumstances in harmony with our inner nature. In our conception of ourselves which frees or constrains us. Though it may use material agencies to achieve its purpose. Because life molds the outer world to reflect the inner arrangement of our minds. And there is no way of bringing about the outer perfection we seek other than by the transformation of ourselves. No help cometh from without. The hills to which we lift our eyes are those of an inner range. It is thus to our own consciousness that we must turn as to the only reality, the only foundation on which all phenomena can be explained. We can rely absolutely on the justice of this law to give us only that which is the nature of ourselves. To attempt to change the world before we change our concept of ourselves is to struggle against the nature of things. Again, as we've seen many times, if we attempt to change the world which is out here. This is I am all that is God right here. Here's your self concept of which he's speaking. Many self concepts we can share in or become. Any of them are available. He's talking about the world out there. To attempt to change the world before we change our concept of ourselves. This is our self concept. To attempt to change the world before we change our concept of ourselves is to struggle against the nature of things. There can be no outer change until there is first an inner change as within. So without, I am not advocating philosophical indifference when I suggest that we should imagine ourselves as already that which we want to be. Living in a mental atmosphere of greatness rather than using physical means and arguments to bring about the desired change. Everything we do unaccompanied by a change of consciousness is but futile readjustment of surfaces. You hear that many times in Neville's lectures that one sentence. Everything we do unaccompanied by a change of consciousness is but a futile readjustment of surfaces. However we toil or struggle, we can receive no more than our subconscious assumptions affirm. To protest against anything which happens to us is to protest against the law of our being and our rulership over our own destiny. Very true. The circumstances of my life are too closely related to my conception of myself not to have been launched by my own spirit from some magical storehouse of my being. If there is pain in me, if there is pain to me in these happenings I should look within myself for the cause, for I am moved here and there and made to live in a world in harmony with my concept of myself. Intense meditation brings about a union with the state contemplated, and during this union we see visions, have experiences, and behave in keeping with our chains of consciousness. This shows us that a transformation of consciousness will result in a change of environment and behavior. However, our ordinary alterations of consciousness as we pass from one state to another are not transformations because each of them is so rapidly succeeded by another in the reverse direction. But whatever one state grows, so whatever ones. But whatever. I'm sorry, but whenever one state grows so stable as to definitely expel its rivals, then that central habitual state defines the character and is a true transformation. To say that we are transformed means that ideas previously peripheral in our consciousness now take a central place and form the habitual center of our energy. All wars prove that violent emotions are extremely potent in precipitating mental arrangements. Every gate, every great conflict has been followed by an era of materialism and greed in which the ideals for which the conflict ostensibly was waged are submerged. This is inevitable because war evokes hate, which impels a descent in consciousness from one plane of the ideal to the level where the conflict is waged. If we would become as emotionally aroused over our ideals as we become over our dislikes, we would ascend to the plane of our ideals as easily as we now descend to the level of our hates. Do you hear that enough? Do you hear enough what people dislike? Do you go to your Facebooks and your social medias and you hear what everybody is rebelling against over and over ad nauseam? If we would become as emotionally aroused over our ideals as we become over our dislikes, we would ascend to the plane of our ideals as easily as we now descend to the level of our hates. Love and hate have a magical transforming power, and we grow through their exercise into the likeness of what we contemplate. By intensity of hatred we create in ourselves the character we imagine in our enemies. Qualities die for want of attention, so the unlovely states might best be rubbed out by imagining beauty for ashes and joy for mourning. M O U R I N I N G mourning rather than by direct attacks on the state from which we would be free. Whatsoever things are lovely and of good rapport. Think on these things, for we become that which we are in. Rapport behooves you again back to the Golden Rule and back to whatever you're thinking or whatever you're saying. How much power is in both of these things, words mentally allowed in the mind, words mentally that become physically allowed in the world. These are very, very important to pay attention to what you're putting out, because you're putting out is what you're getting. You are in the reality that you speak aloud in the words in your mind or the words of your mouth. And so what you hear here from others, you have the choice to revise on the spot and get out of that. Get out of there right away. Or revise what you heard, stay there. No big deal, because you revised it in real time and you want to stay. Beauty for asses, joy for morning. Rather than direct attacks on the state from which we would be free whatsoever. Things are lovely and of good report. Think on these things, for we become that which we are in rapport. So someone's saying something negative and you're in, and you're in proximity and they're really wanting you to buy in or commiserate with them. And you don't, and you don't want to, you don't have to. You just simply don't buy in, revise. Also secondary to not buying in is the revision. You can revise easily what they just said into what you want to have had them say. That's positive for both of you. That's the best way right there. Because you're changing it. Or you just don't buy. And what. When you don't buy in with your silence, when you don't buy in with your silence, they're going to get the message nine times out of 10. There is nothing to change but our concept of self. Humanity is a single being in spite of its many forms and faces. Humanity is a single being in spite of its many forms and faces. And there is in it only such seeming separation as we find in our own being when we are dreaming. What a sentence. I will repeat that because it's so heavy. There is nothing to change but our concept of self. Period. Here's the sentence. Humanity is a single being in spite of its many forms and phases. And there is in it only such seeming separation as we find in our own being when we are dreaming. When we are dreaming. Lovely. The pictures and circumstances we see in dreams are creations of our own imagination and have no existence save in ourselves. Very, very big point. And that's very big point of the Seth material. Seth was not shy talking about dreams. And that's where I learned all of my practice in dreams of lucid dreaming, out of body dreaming, being awake in your dreams, flying in dreams, Flying through houses, flying through your walls, all of that. The Seth material was wonderful, wonderful body of work to teach you that and I highly recommend it if you want to learn those crafts and those skills. Anything to do with dreaming that. The set material is a very wonderful body of work to learn that in a very detailed way. But listen to this sentence. The pictures and circumstances we see in dreams are creations of our own imagination and have no existence save in ourselves. The same is true of the pictures and circumstances we see in the dream of life. Big time. Boom. Right there. It's not only true when you're dreaming at night, it's true when you're dreaming this dream, which this is a dream. Don't be confused. This is as much a dream awake as that is a dream in sleep. It's very fascinating. They reveal our concepts of ourselves. The same is true of the pictures and circumstances we see in this dream of life. They reveal our concepts of ourselves. As soon as we succeed in transforming self, our world will dissolve and reshape itself in harmony with that which our change affirms. The universe which we study with such a care is a dream. And we the dreamers of the dream, eternal dreamers, dreaming non eternal, non eternal dreams. What a sentence. The universe which we study with such care is a dream. And we the dreamers of the dream, eternal dreamers, dreaming non eternal dreams. One day, like Nebuchadnezzar, we shall awaken from the dream, from the nightmare in which we fought with demons to find that we really never left our eternal home, that we were never born and have never died save in our dream. Wow. Oh my gosh. Neville Goddard the search 1946. What a wonderful, wonderful, short, very short booklet. I'm sure it was dedicated to his daughter and he's really digging into dreams which I really, really love and appreciate. Again, back to the Seth material. If you want to learn the. The very detailed approach to dreaming or out of body travel or anything to do with lucid dreams, out of bodies and, and dreams in General, the dreaming self. 1. One main point I learned from, I could summarize in the body of the Seth material about dreams is that when you, because you're creating the dream for yourself, you're creating a dream environment to dream in. This was an interesting point that Seth left me with. As you experience the dream in the environment you created for that dream, when you wake up and you come back from that dream to this dream, there's a couple of points to make here. When you are in this dream, that seems like the dream to you, when you're in that dream, this seems like the dream to you. But my main point is when you wake up from that dream that you created to dream in and you awaken here, the environment you created for that particular dream doesn't vanish. It actually has a continuation of its own reality. Just because you woke up from it doesn't give its existence a complete halt. Again, you created the environment to have the dream in and when you leave it, it's continuing. It's like pushing a little boat across your pool or down the stream of the gutter when you were a kid with paper hats or little boats, they just continue. Whatever you push forth in that dream environment to be because you want to learn something there, it's going to continue without your presence. This was very fascinating realization that I got from the SETH material and it helps you realize how multi dimensional dreams are. Again, back to this drawing. If you look at this from another perspective, here's you and here's you having a dream last night and you went in that dream and you had an experience. Then when you woke up, you left that dream. And here's your daytime waking experience, which is also a dream. Now, when you leave this dream called your daytime waking experience, and you go into a new dream tonight, that is nothing like this one. This one still continues. But your conscious awareness is here in this dream. These ones still exist. They exist simultaneously. So all of these dreams are coexisting and have their reality in a place, a dream place, merrily, merrily, merrily, Right? So you continue and you can go back and you can go back and you can go back and I mean, I've gotten up, went to the bathroom and came back and rejoined the same dream before. So I mean, if you can do that, then that should remind you that that reality is a continuum. It's not just vanishing because you woke up out of it. It's a continuum of activity. So dreams is something to be taken very seriously, I think. And one way to awaken your conscious self in the dream state is to keep a notepad by your bed and a pen or pencil and remind yourself as you fall asleep that I will write down my dreams when I wake up. I will remember my dreams and write them down in the morning. Any of these suggestions are what you want to be thinking on when you're falling asleep. And that's going to help you bring them into this awareness, because you're going there from this awareness, taking some of this with you. So what you're trying to do is bring back some of that awareness, at least with enough time to write. I have got notepads upon notepads of written down dreams and binders full. I was just being told last night I need to get rid of some of this stuff because I have so much. I have so many. It's fun sometimes to go back and look at them, but it's like it's an infinite. It's an, it's a slice of infinity. Because there really is no limit here. There is no limit when you get involved with the understanding of dreams. And I really like that he put that in here in this particular book. All right, Neville Goddard, the Search. We'll see you in the next book.