Inner Exile, Inner Kingdom

Neville's Inner Vision

Within you, a city stands, and the king who rules is awareness. When the city is carried away—princes, mighty men, craftsmen—you are reminded that your true power is not the outward procession but the inner one. The exile of the elite and skilled is the mind’s scattering of identities—thoughts and habits that defined you by status, achievement, or craft. Yet the poorest sort remain—the raw, unadorned I AM that was there before names and titles. This cleansing reveals that you are not the sum of external honors, but the enduring witness—the consciousness that remains when appearances vanish. Your inner kingdom can return when you stop clinging to outer guardians and instead dwell in the awareness that you are the I AM, unchanged, capable of rebuilding through imagination. Practice this: assume the city remains intact in its essence, revise the scene of loss by affirming, 'I am still here, I am the creator within.' Then feel it: the inner craftsmen and smiths awakening in the remnant, ready to fashion the new within.