Inner Mountains of Judgment

Neville's Inner Vision

Picture the land as your own consciousness—the mountains, hills, and rivers mirror your prevailing attitudes. The slain are not persons but the old beliefs, memories, and guardrails you have trusted as real. When I read 'I will fill his mountains with his slain men,' I hear the I AM within measure the content of my mind, and the sword is attention that cuts away what no longer serves. The inner drama is not violence but a revelation: as you stand in the awareness of your unity, the cache of harsh judgments and rigid separations is undone; the land dries of fear and reclaims its vitality. This is not punishment but a purification, a shift in state from thinking you are divided to knowing you are one with the life that breathes in every hill and river. So the process becomes practical: revise the scene from condemnation to mercy, feel the relief of wholeness, and allow the imagery to rearrange itself under the I AM. In such a revision, your mountains overflow with life, and the slain belief becomes a memory dissolved in light.