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Someone from  one of  my FB    Neville  groups  posted this and it is SO   cool, and   mind blowing,  and   REAL,  that if  everyone understood this  concept,  I   believe :

A. so  many  people would  start  having more FUN in their lives

2.   science would    no longer be thought of as  “boring”

3. people would start  KNOWING  how  powerful we  really are as   individuals….

4.  and last   but not least….    “new” worlds would  be  uncovered,  revealed,  embraced.   Rock  Solid  Gold  here!!!



“Here recently – when I say recently – 1949,
one of our great scientists discovered a certain principle
in physics, and these are his words, not my words,
but long before he discovered it and told it in this strange way,
I told him, to the criticism of those who heard what I was saying.

They said,

“The man is insane.”

I said, I can go in time into a state that is not yet realized,
and I can live in that state as though it were true,
and then I can return to this state that I have shut out for a moment,
and then, in a way that I do not know, I move forward
across a series of events leading up to the fulfillment of that state.

And a man in Milwaukee
– he was the head of this chemical department of a huge,
huge organization – Allis Chalmers.

He was their great physicist, where they sent in all kinds
of samples of water from all over the world for his analysis,
to explain why they were getting sediment on the huge,
big turbines that they were making.

And so, he analyzed the water and then sent back
his analysis of the water, because water picks up
the little sediments across the land that it flows over.

And so, if they bring certain things – well,
it cakes within the thing, so he tries to explain why.

So, when I said what I have just told you, he said,

“It can’t be done.

We have a law in science, which we call entropy.

Entropy is:

“you cannot change the past; that the past is unalterable.

Man is moving forward in time with an unalterable past.”

I said, “You can change the past.

Man can revise the past,
and change it as though it never happened.

The day will come,
everyone is going to change the entire past, and simply revise it.”

He said,

“It can’t be done.

I am a scientist.

I am the leader in my profession.”

Well, he was big enough to send me a copy of that which came
out in the Science Bulletin about two months after I left Milwaukee,
and this is what the scientists said – he had just been given
the Nobel Prize for what he wrote in 1949.

His name is Dr. Richard Feynman,
now Professor of Physics at Cal-Tech.

And in this magazine he wrote,
months after I told the story in Milwaukee, and he said,
discussing a little particle – an atomic particle known as a positron:

He said,

“The positron starts from where it hasn’t been,
and it moves to where it was a moment before;
arriving there, it is bounced so hard, its time sense is reversed,
and it moves back to where it hasn’t been.”

Now that is Professor Feynman of Cal-Tech.

I said, I go forward in time to where I have not yet visited physically,
and I simply enclose myself in the feeling of the wish fulfilled.

I haven’t yet realized it physically, but I go forward in
my mind’s eye, in my imagination, into the state,
and I talk with my friends from the wish fulfilled as though it were true.

Then I open my eyes and I am startled to find that
I am sitting in a chair where I was a moment before.

And what I have just done is denied by my senses,
but strangely enough, the whole vast world reshuffles
itself and forms a bridge of incidents, across which
I move to the fulfillment of that state where I have been.

So, he said,

“It starts from where it hasn’t been,
and it moves to where it was an instant ago.

Arriving there, it is bounced so hard that its time sense is reversed,
and then it travels back to where it hasn’t been.”

Well, I knew that mystically.

I am not a scientist.

I could not explain it.

The little positron does this as he described it back in 1949.

And for that, last year he was given the Nobel Prize.

They waited all these years to confirm it,
and it has been confirmed now photographically in all the
chambers that they could actually test, and the man was right.


But I had no little particle to prove it.

I only know what I did.

I simply would put myself in a state,
and I would see the world as I would see it if it were true.

I looked, and I saw it,
and my friends smiling with me because they were
happy that I achieved what I said I would achieve.

And so, they were smiling with me.
And then I opened my eyes, and my friends aren’t present.

I am back in my room, and it’s the same old room,
the same limitations, the same everything.

But then, in a way I did not know, this little bridge of incidents
was built, and I went forward to fulfill what I had done.

I went forward and I did what I wanted to do.

And then I started from where I had not been
physically, and sped back to where I was physically;
and then I was bounced – shocked – that it wasn’t true.

I was bounced so hard that I then turned around in my time
sense and moved back to fulfill where I had been in my imagination.

Now, the issue is October the 15th.

It’s called the Science Letter.

You can get it in the Library.

It’s by Richard Feynman – October the 15th, 1949.

And this happened to me in the month of
May in the City of Milwaukee.

And when it came out to him, because he subscribes
to the Science Letter, he sent it to me, and I got it some time
around December of that year; but I said it to him back in May
of that year. I didn’t get the Nobel Prize.

They would have called me mad – completely mad.”

Neville Goddard


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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

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It’s  early   yet, for the  peonies  to   bloom. But I am already  thinking about them,  hence this  poem,  which I wrote one spring as I watched  some  peony flowers I had  brought in slowly dismember.   My  favorite is Festiva Maxima. If I   had my  druthers, I would  have a whole   bed of these.  One    place where  you   might find them  is here: http://finagardenspeonies.com/White.html


The white peony petals
lie in a heap.

They have fallen off their centers.

A mass letting go –
like a sudden downpour
of unexpected rain,
or tears.

What to do with these petals?

I still see beauty in these
fallen, dismembered flowers.

What to do with these petals
that to some look like refuse?

Do I make a bed of these petals
and lie upon it,
to see how long
their cool, silky touch
will last?

Do I scatter them to my garden
letting these white delicacies
feed it?

Do I press them,
so I can hold onto to this beauty,
and the memory of
this scent that I love to bury my nose in?

The same dilemma, every year.
In the end, it’s always a letting go.

Next Spring
I will study their round firm heads,
and wait
for the day that I can
embrace this pleasure
all over again.

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