Inner Mourning, Inner Renewal

Neville's Inner Vision

I speak to you as your own I AM: the wailing, the tears, the cries from Zion are not sent from somewhere outside you but rising from a state you have accepted as real. The LORD of hosts is the indwelling awareness that you are, not a distant deity but your own consciousness. When you hear the voices—mourning women, lamentations, death at your windows—recognize them as messages from a past self clinging to a story. Death here is an idea, not a fact, a mental visitor that arrives when you forget you are the one who imagines the scene. By shifting your attention, and by assuming a new state, you disarm the imagery. Teach yourself to shift the center of gravity from fear to gratitude, from lack to plenty, from exile to homeland. As you persist in the implied truth that you are the I AM, your environment begins to reflect this inner order and the field rearranges itself accordingly. You are not at the mercy of calamity; you are the author of the inner drama and its ending.