Inner Byword, Outer Mockery

Neville's Inner Vision

Picture this: being called a byword is not a fate but a signal that you have identified with an outer image. The crowd's taunts are the mirror of your inner weather, and the tabret you once played, the life and rhythm you felt, has been forgotten in fear. Wake to a simple truth: the I AM is the constant behind every scene; no word from others can alter that sacred fact. If you imagine yourself as the source of the drum and its music, you can endure the chorus and the jeers without losing your center. The stage may hiss, yet you remain the steady rhythm within, the I AM that existed before words were spoken. When you claim this, the byword loses its power and becomes a passing thought in the theater of consciousness; you are not diminished, you are discovering the timeless you, the I AM.