The Inner King Restored

Neville's Inner Vision

Within you, the king is your organized I AM, the governing sense of being. Hosea’s line shows the king grown ill because the princes have fed him wine, and his hand is stretched toward scorners. Wine is any soothing, intoxicating habit that dulls perception; the princes are the minor desires and doubtful thoughts that pull your attention from the throne. The sickness is not physical but a misalignment of vitality: you have allowed appetites and ideas to supplant the certainty of imagination. The king cannot reign where fear or cynicism drinks at the cup; the scorners whisper that truth cannot be kept, that you are not the author of your world. The cure is to claim again the sovereignty of the I AM, to revise what is imagined, and to feel the king’s health as real now. Assume that your inner court recognizes only vitality, clarity, and purpose; feel the throne solid under you, the scepter in your hand, and the kingdom of God within. When you dwell in that consciousness, the apparent external shows your rule.