The Flint Face Of Inner Faith

Neville's Inner Vision

Think of the chapter as a map of inner states. The back turned to the smiters is your past self, the persona who believed pain defines you. When you say, 'For the Lord GOD will help me,' you are not praying to a distant God but declaring your own I AM as the perceiving power that heals and vindicates. The face set like a flint is not stubbornness tied to outer circumstance but a fixed awareness that refuses to be swayed by appearances. You enter the inner courtroom where 'He is near that justifieth me' and realize the authority you seek already resides as your own awareness, not as external approval. When you ask, 'who will contend with me?' you hear the quiet answer: nothing in the outer scene can condemn a being who knows himself as the I AM. Those adversaries—time, shame, old judgments—will wax old as garments; they dissolve when consciousness returns to its source. Your task is to assume the feeling of the inevitable victory and dwell there until the world mirrors your inner state.