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Feeling is the Secret by Neville Goddard


feeling is the secret

Sleep conceals the creative act while the objective world reveals it. In sleep man impresses the subconscious with his conception of himself.

Consciousness is the one and only reality, not figuratively but actually. This reality may for the sake of clarity be likened unto a stream which is divided into two parts, the conscious and the subconscious. In order to intelligently operate the law of consciousness it is necessary to understand the relationship between the conscious and the subconscious. The conscious is personal and selective; the subconscious is impersonal and non-selective. The conscious is the realm of effect; the subconscious is the realm of cause. These two aspects are the male and female divisions of consciousness. The conscious is male; the subconscious is female. The conscious generates ideas and impresses these ideas on the subconscious; the subconscious receives ideas and gives form and expression to them. By this law-first conceiving an idea and then impressing the idea conceived on the subconscious-all things evolve out of consciousness.

Sensation precedes manifestation and is the foundation upon which all manifestation rests. Be careful of your moods and feelings, for there is an unbroken connection between your feelings and your visible world. Your body is an emotional filter and bears the unmistakable marks of your prevalent emotions. Emotional disturbances, especially suppressed emotions, are the causes of all disease. To feel intensely about a wrong without voicing or expressing that feeling is the beginning of disease – disease – in both body and environment. Do not entertain the feeling of regret or failure for frustration or detachment from your objective results in disease.

You must be in the consciousness of being or having that which you want to be or to have before you drop off to sleep. Once asleep, man has no freedom of choice. His entire slumber is dominated by his last waking concept of self.

Do not waste one moment in regret, for to think feelingly of the mistakes of the past is to reinfect yourself. Turn from appearances and assume the feeling that would be yours were you already the one you wish to be.

All you can possibly need or desire is already yours. You need no helper to give it to you; it is yours now. Call your desires into being by imagining and feeling your wish fulfilled. As the end is accepted, you become totally indifferent as to possible failure, for acceptance of the end wills the means to that end. When you emerge from the moment of prayer, it is as though you were shown the happy and successful end of a play although you were not shown how that end was achieved. However, having witnessed the end, regardless of any anticlimactic sequence, you remain calm and secure in the knowledge that the end has been perfectly defined.

Ideas are impressed on the subconscious through the medium of feeling. No idea can be impressed on the subconscious until it is felt, but once felt – be it good, bad or indifferent – it must be expressed. Feeling is the one and only medium through which ideas are conveyed to the subconscious. Therefore, the man who does not control his feeling may easily impress the subconscious with undesirable states. By control of feeling is not meant restraint or suppression of your feeling, but rather the disciplining of self to imagine and entertain only such feeling as contributes to your happiness. Control of your feeling is all important to a full and happy life.

Prayer is the art of assuming the feeling of being and having that which you want.



Anything You Want by Neville Goddard


anything you want

I heard about Neville Goddard in Wayne Dyer’s book called Wishes Fulfilled. Because, Dyer based his book on the teachings of Neville Goddard, I wanted to visit the source.

To me, Goddard’s books are short and full of examples from the Bible. The Bible parts are not that appealing to me but I think this one was better. Here’s my favourite lines from the book:

Point yourself towards the wish fulfilled and accept that invisible state as reality. Then go your way knowing the desire is now yours. You did it and you will not be surprised when it comes to pass.

Everything here will collapse, but because this is a fictitious world you can have anything you want. Would you like to be known? To fulfill a great ambition? To be famous in the eyes of others? You can have them all, if you are willing to assume they are already yours. And, in spite of the evidence of your senses and the contradiction of your reason, if you walk and sleep in your assumption it will harden into fact. And after you have experienced them you will depart, leaving them all behind.

The secret is to imagine to the point of self-persuasion. Can you believe what you are imagining? There are not two of you – you and Imagination! You are not reshaping a piece of pottery when you imagine, but yourself! You are moving into your desire. If you persist until you see exactly what you want to see, fix your position with the glue of feeling and remain there – it will be reflected on the screen of space, just as your world is now reflecting the fixed state from which you are viewing it.

If you will but believe that imagining creates reality, and there is no fiction, you can rewrite your life and give yourself and those within it beauty for ashes, gladness for mourning, and praise for faint-hearted. Believe in the reality of your unseen act, then watch it fulfill itself. If you have proof that imagining creates reality, it will not matter what others think. All that matters is that you try it and allow imagination to prove himself in performance.

Remember, regardless of what happened today or what the future looks like, there is no fiction. Imagination creates its own reality. You have the power to change your present and your future by writing a glorious tale about yourself and those you love. Make it a first-person, present tense experience or as something you have already accomplished, and then live in that state, for imaging does create reality.

In the meanwhile, believe me and test your creative power. You can bring anything out of nothing by conceiving a scene implying the fulfillment of a dream, and believing in its reality. Persist in your belief and your invisible dream will become a visible fact. That is falsifying the records – which is allowed.

Feed your mind a certain idea for one week and you will change its structure. Continue for two weeks and you will be well fed on lovely thoughts. You see, this is a fictitious world and you are its author. Nothing is impossible! It’s all fiction anyway, so live nobly and dream beautiful dreams; for you are all imagination, and your human imagination is the Lord God, Jesus – the Christ.

About Neville Goddard
Neville Goddard was was a writer and speaker on topics of spirituality and self-empowerment. Neville was a profound influence on the school of New Thought, as well as the Law of Attraction movement. Neville Goddard also conveyed the underlying meaning of Biblical allegory through his writings and talks.

You Can Never Outgrow I Am by Neville Goddard



My highlights from the book:

Believe me when I tell you the only purpose in life is to discover who you are.

If you want to be rich and do not believe that you are the cause of wealth, then you will go on missing the mark by remaining poor. The true goal is to know God is your own wonderful human imagination. This God you will never lose, for when he reveals himself within you it is in a first person, present tense experience.

The goal of life is to find him, not on the outside, but within yourself in the first person, present tense.

To believe in God does not aid you. The question is: do you believe in yourself? Can you believe you are rich when you have no money? Can you continue to believe it throughout the day and fall asleep night after night as though you were? If you will, you will become rich. Then fulfill another desire and then another, and one day you will discover the one who made it possible. That one is God.

Man is in the habit of thinking of God and not as God. It is so easy to forget to keep the tense. Every good, well-trained Jew is familiar with the first five books of the Old Testament. They have read the Book of Exodus many times and believe God is the great I AM; yet they still think of him in the third person. They would think that anyone who boldly stood up and proclaimed, “I Am He” was arrogant; yet I tell you that is the only way you will ever find God.

Walk in complete trust that things are as you want them to be. This is loyalty to unseen reality. This is faith. There are only two things that displease God: One is lack of faith in I AM He, and the other is eating of the tree of knowledge of good and evil.

Little Bee by Chris Cleave


Little Bee by Chris Cleave
29 January 2018

I have had this book for a very long time. It was just a hunch to buy it. I think I ordered it from Amazon. And then, when I read the first paragraph I knew that my hunch was right.

It took me a few years to get around to reading it though. What made me pick the book again to read was that I found another Chris Cleave book at our local Salvation Army shop—two actually. I loved the introduction on its back cover. When I started to read its first paragraph, I realised that it was the same book! Little Bee is The Other Hand in the UK.

I’m telling you… Little Bee is one of the best books I have recently read. It is achingly beautiful, tragicomic at times, incredibly vivid and sad, really sad. Well, I didn’t expect it to be light-hearted. You actually get the picture when you read the first paragraph. A good opening line or a first paragraph does that to you. And the ending leaves you thinking.

Little Bee was the first Chris Cleave book I have ever read but I assure you he is clearly a master storyteller. I absolutely LOVED the way he weaved all those insignificant tiny little details into the story only to surprise you later on as the story progresses.

Because I loved Little Bee so much, I tracked down a signed American edition of it. You know, I’m a collector?

My highlights from Little Bee:
There is nothing natural about me. I was born—no, I was reborn—in captivity. I learned my language from your newspapers, my clothes are your cast-offs, and it is your pound that makes my pockets ache with its absence.

… a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, ‘I survived’.

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive.

This is always my trouble when I was learning to speak your language. Every word can defend itself. Just when you go to grab it, it can split into two separate meanings so the understanding closes on empty air.

She was whispering into it in some language that sounded like butterflies drowning in honey.

It was disorientating, like having the entire contents of one’s address book dressed in black and exported into pews in non-alphabetical order.

I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.

I’m telling you, trouble is like the ocean. It covers two thirds of the world.”

To be well in your mind you have first to be free.

You travel here and you travel there, trying to get out from under the cloud, and nothing works, and then one day you realize you’ve been carrying the weather around with you.

Life is extremely short and you cannot dance to current affairs.

Wouldn’t that be funny, if the oil rebels were playing U2 in their jungle camps, and the government soldiers were playing U2 in their trucks. I think everyone was killing everyone else and listening to the same music… That is a good trick about this world, Sarah. No one likes each other, but everyone likes U2.

However long the moon disappears, someday it must shine again.

Death, of course, is a refuge. It’s where you go when a new name, or a mask and cape, can no longer hide you from yourself. It’s where you run to when none of the principalities of your conscience will grant you asylum.

It was the month of May and there was warm sunshine dripping through the holes between the clouds, like the sky was a broken blue bowl and a child was trying to keep honey in it.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

I was carrying two cargoes. Yes, one of them was horror, but the other one was hope.

I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.

This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.

That is the trouble with happiness-all of it is built on top of something that men want.

We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.

Life is savagely unfair. It ignores our deep-seated convictions and places a disproportionate emphasis on the decisions we make in split seconds.

That is how we lived, happily and without hope. I was very young then, and I did not miss having a future because I did not know I was entitled to one.