Inner Ensign of Isaiah 18:1-4

Neville's Inner Vision

You are the land shadowing with wings, a psyche impressed by distance and exile. The ambassadors you send by sea are the stories you repeat about lack, delay, and separation. The nation described as scattered and peeled is your own fragmented desires, the parts of you that have been trodden by time. The trumpet and the ensign on the mountains are not outside events; they are moments when your attention lifts and announces a new state of consciousness. When you regard the rising sign, you align yourself with the truth that your awareness—God, the I AM—rests within, like a clear heat upon herbs and like a cloud of dew in the harvest. Rest here, and let the heat burn away fear, let the dew refresh belief, and let the sense of an already-present end dissolve the seeming distance. The practical truth is that imagination creates reality: choose the end you want, perceive it as present, and quietly dwell in the feeling of its actuality until the outward scene echoes your inner state.