Sowing Wind, Reaping Whirlwind

Neville's Inner Vision

I tell you the wind in Hosea is your restless thought, the tireless drama of fear and want masquerading as effort. The whirlwind is the apparent result when that inner weather blows through your life, sweeping away what might have proved sustaining. You sow by believing lack or limitation into your day; therefore there is no stalk, no bud that can become true meal, for the energy is spent in the mood of absence. Yet you are not condemned to that cycle. The I AM within you, your true awareness, has never sown in the wind. If you redirect your imagination, if you assume a state of fullness and act from it in feeling, the wind becomes a light breeze. The strangers who swallow up the crop are simply the outward effects of a belief you have allowed to go uncorrected. Make the correction now: dwell in the conviction that you already possess the treasure you seek, let your inner weather align with harvest, and the outer field will show the harvest you have already imagined.