Inner Desolation Transformed

Neville's Inner Vision

Here is Isaiah’s seemingly harsh vision, but it is a mirror of the inner man. When I identify with fear, lack, or limitation, I encounter a desolation that seems to endure night and day; the smoke of thought rises without release, generation after generation. The line of confusion and the stones of emptiness are not external tools of condemnation but the habitual beliefs I accept about myself. The cormorant, bittern, owl, and raven are the inner voices that dwell in such a mind, voices that refuse passage through the ruin. Yet the passage is not a punishment; it is a map of states of consciousness. If I turn from the ruin and remember that I AM—awareness that I am the one who imagines—I begin to alter the scene. Imagination creates reality; by holding a living image of the desired outcome, and by feeling it as present now, I erase the old measure and rewrite it with a new decree. The ruin dissolves as a verdict when my attention rests on the truth that I am always the creator of my world.