Brass Vessels of Inner Worship

Neville's Inner Vision

Exodus does not speak of metal alone, but of consciousness tools you fashion within to tend the fire of your inner altar. The pans catching ashes are your capacity to receive the remnants of an old self; the shovels turn away dross, the basins rinse the mind free of fear, the flesh-hooks secure right motives, and the firepans carry the flame of desire without letting it consume you. Brass, a loyal alloy, pictures a mind that is steadfast under heat—brass does not rust in pursuit of truth. When you stand in imagination and conceive an inner temple, these vessels are your host of practices: you, the I AM, arrange them in your mind and heart as you would a sacred toolkit. The ashes are not to be denied; they are the material out of which your new form arises. By tending these vessels with a faithful assumption—I am this elevated state now—you attend to the altar within, and the outer events align as you have imagined. The discipline is not external ritual but inner consistency, letting the heat refine your consciousness until worship becomes your automatic manner of being.