Inner Storms, Quiet Mercy

Neville's Inner Vision

To Habakkuk's 'head of his villages,' imagine the mind's ruling thoughts—fear, pride, old wounds—that stand as a city you believe is real. When you frame God as the I AM, that strike through is a shift of consciousness, a sudden piercing of the fortress of mistaken identity. The 'villages' that rallied in defiance and 'came out as a whirlwind to scatter me' are not external armies but your own inner pictures breaking apart as you awaken. Their rejoicing, 'to devour the poor secretly,' is the covert presence of lack and judgment that feeds on your sense of poverty. See that as a dream image; it vanishes when you affirm that the I AM rules within you, and you, not the image, are the ruler of your experiences. The act is not punishment but revelation: you revise the scene by recognizing that consciousness is sovereign, and the storm dissolves into stillness. Your true condition emerges—abundance, mercy, justice—because you have chosen to identify with the I AM rather than the fear.