Inner Soil of Blessing

Neville's Inner Vision

In the language of the inner man, the earth is your mind and the rain is the continual surge of awareness. When this rain is welcomed by unwavering I AM attention, the soil of your consciousness brings forth herbs of health, joy, and accomplishment for those you have in mind. The blessing is not a distant gift but a present possibility, conditioned only by your assumption that it is so. Dress the ground with steady, loving attention, not with fear or doubt; what you cultivate will answer in proportion to your fidelity. The thorny briars are not a punishment; they are the natural crop of neglected thought—resentment, lack, and habit which choke the garden and invite a sense of curse. If you remain identified with the old barren field, you will experience the burn of limitation; if you revise the state to match blessing, the end of that barren condition arrives as the old self dissolves. You are the farmer of your own kingdom; tend with conviction and the herbs will appear as sure as dawn.