Inner Mourning, Inner Feast

Neville's Inner Vision

Behold the inner drama: the Lord God of hosts calls your awareness to weeping, to mourning, to sackcloth, not so God is impressed, but so your I AM may awaken. The outer feast—slaughter, eating, drinking—appears as the mind clinging to a future death, a belief that life is wasted if not consumed today. Yet these are states of consciousness, not events in time: the sorrow and the joy are movements in your inner weather. When you revise the belief 'tomorrow I shall die' into 'I am alive now,' the mind's calendar shifts. The moment you assume the feeling of present, unthreatened life, the apparent contrast dissolves. Your inner humility—the sackcloth—gently clears space for a true, felt-reality feast of awareness: gratitude, love, and power. Repentance becomes a turning of attention, not a ritual; a humble recognition that you are the I AM who creates the scene. In that turning, judgment bows to the abundance of your consciousness, and what seemed death becomes nourishment for a renewed sense of self.