Welcome to the reality revolution. I'm your host, Brian Scott.

Recently, maybe a month ago, I had said that I was done reading Neville Goddard lectures, and then I've read a new lecture and I was then

fortunate to find a book full of a bunch of lectures I have never heard before so once again

once I thought I could escape I've been pulled back in I found a bunch of amazing new lectures that covered some new material.

This one really resonated with me.

The mystery of imagination delivered on January 6th, 1969.

There's a bunch of interesting tidbits and new stories that I found interesting in the discussion

of imagination the mystery of imagination tonight's subject is the mystery of imagination

I could have titled it the mystery of God the the mystery of man, the mystery of Christ.

It would have been the same thing, but I took for tonight the use of the word imagination.

It would not offend, but these three are interchangeable words. So here, I imagine as do you.

We cannot imagine differently. All the differences lie in content.

And so we ask the little question, who am I? And our response to that question determines content,

and there we differ. The whole vast world differs based upon their response to that enormous question which we find in Scripture, who am I?

I can tell you that you are God. You wouldn't believe it. You can read it in Scripture. Be still and know that I am God. You'll it in the 46th psalm but you won't believe it

if i told you that you are christ you might be offended you may have some external concept of a being

and you call him christ when i say that you do imagine that wouldn't offend you because you know we do imagine and you may not believe for one

moment that this power of imagining is the power of God but nevertheless you do imagine that

wouldn't offend anybody so tonight we'll take first of all we'll start with blake's Jerusalem

now Blake claimed this entire poem was dictated We'll take, first of all, we'll start with Blake's Jerusalem.

Now, Blake claimed this entire poem was dictated by the spirit of prophecy or the savior of the world.

He said, morning after morning, when I return, I've found the spirit of the Savior, spreading

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