The North Wind Within

Neville's Inner Vision

To me, the gate and the city in Isaiah are inner doors and the landscape of my mind. When the north wind of awareness blows, the Palestine of old beliefs—diplomatic outposts of security, time-bound plans, and outward power—are dissolved, not slain but seen as temporary arrangements of thought. The smoke is a breathing away of the old story, a clearing that reveals that what seems fixed is merely a state of consciousness that I have accepted as real. I am not the victim of circumstance, but the observer who calls forth a new set of conditions by the I AM I choose to identify with. The cry is the energy shift that accompanies a new identity; the landlord of fear is leaving, and the city becomes a single, unified field of awareness. None shall be alone in his appointed times because, when I am aligned with the I AM, I am never outside the present moment; the outer scene reflects my inner unity. Thus the dissolution is a door, not a tragedy.