The Living Tree Within

Neville's Inner Vision

Observe that the decree to spare the trees is not about wood and siege but about consciousness. The tree of the field is man’s life, and I, the I AM, must not destroy life to fuel conflict in my mind. When I besiege a city—an old belief or habit—I do not axe the living in me: the trees of imagination, feeling, and perception. To cut them down is to starve my future of nourishment; to preserve them is to feed the very vitality that creates. The inner order here is mercy toward life in consciousness: cherish what sustains you even amid struggle. If I truly desire a city of peace in my world, I must tend the inner forest; the siege becomes a mental posture, not a command to annihilate. The moment I identify as the watcher, I realize I am the life of the field, and the field is my life. In every moment, what I allow to live becomes my experience; what I destroy in fantasy vanishes from my perception. So I align my imagination with abundance, mercy, and order, and witness the city yield to my inner life.