Breath of Deliverance in Exodus 15

Neville's Inner Vision

Within this sacred text you are not witnessing distant history; you are waking to a law written in your own consciousness. The waters are the restless currents of thought you have deemed solid, and the blast of thy nostrils is your I AM, the settled awareness that moves with exactness to gather and gather no more. When the enemy of fear and lack appears, that assertion is merely an old story your ego rehearses. But as you listen from the I AM, the wind you call imagination does not overcome the foe by force; it rearranges the very terrain of your inner sea until the claim of opposition can no longer stand. The sea parts; the floods stand upright; the enemies sink under the weight of their own claim. There is none like thy I AM, the fountain of holiness and wonders. The right hand you stretch is the decisive act of consciousness that no longer identifies with limitation; the old world is swallowed by the certainty you now hold. The miracle is inward, and the outward deliverance follows as dawn after night.