“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 and each night before I fell asleep.
Within two weeks, I received a registered letter from Lloyd’s of London, telling me I had inherited seven thousand dollars from a woman I had never met!
I had known her brother slightly almost forty years before and had performed a small service fifteen 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 seven thousand dollars—more than enough to cover the cost of my house restoration, plus many, many other things I desired.”
—E.C.A.
“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
Story from the book The Law And The Promise
