Inner Exile, Inner Harvest

Neville's Inner Vision

Readers, behold the outer decree: a guard carts away the poor and the remainder, and yet leaves a small remnant to work the land. In the Neville sense, this is not history pressed upon you but a portrait of your inner life: the city is your mind; the deportation is a shift of attention away from your higher imagined self; the guard is fear, oppression, the pressure of circumstance; the poor are your humble, teachable states of consciousness; the vinedressers and husbandmen are your faculties—growth, cultivation, discernment, patience. Even in loss, there is a deliberate inner allocation: the I AM assigns some to labor in the soil of imagination, to nurture fruitfulness in place of despair. The 'remnant' is not a concession to defeat but a seedbed for future abundance. When you accept that your inner world can still bring forth through disciplined imagining, you release the need for external rescue. Your life, like the land, is under divine caretaking; your response is to revise, feel, and presume your desired state as already established, here and now.