Whispers by the Inner Brook

Neville's Inner Vision

Elijah is the figure you meet when you suspect scarcity in your life, a drought of rain in the land of your doing. The declaration before Ahab is not a history lesson but a demonstration of a fixed state of consciousness: As the LORD God of Israel liveth, before whom I stand, there shall not be dew nor rain these years, but according to my word. The word that comes to him—get thee hence, turn eastward, hide by Cherith—is the invitation to leave the old identification and enter a new inner habit: a quiet, listening I AM. Cherith is the inner brook, a reservoir of imagination you drink from as you align with your true Self. The ravens are the timely ideas that feed you when you refuse the story of lack and remain faithful to the feeling of sufficiency. The brook dries because the outer scene must follow the inner shift; yet you are not abandoned. In that drying you are shown how to move to the next provision, trusting that the I AM has already prepared your next stream. The real rain is a state—never far from you—sending external signs only after you believe.