Zion Plowed Within

Neville's Inner Vision

Micah's warning is not a threat to be feared, but a door to be entered. Zion, plowed like a field, is the mind cleared of the weeds of old belief; Jerusalem, heaps, are the discarded formations of thought that no longer serve your awakening. The mountain of the house becoming the high places of a forest speaks of a temple that is not a stone edifice but a living sanctuary within your own consciousness, lush with the abundance of attention rightly placed. When you hear 'Thus saith the LORD of hosts,' hear it as the I AM within you pronouncing a new decree. The ruin of the outer city mirrors the collapse of the old self you once believed yourself to be. Yet in Neville's practice, nothing is lost; every heap of thought becomes compost for new seed. By assuming a state in which the inner Zion is awake, you revise your experience from lack to abundance, from fear to faith. Your imagination is the tiller, your feeling is the water, and the I AM is the sun that makes all things grow.