Inner Majesty Of Job 26

Neville's Inner Vision

All of Job's words describe the theatre of my own consciousness. The north stretched over the empty place is the I AM that stands above lack, the awareness that makes space for possibility. To hang the earth upon nothing is to acknowledge that my world rests on belief, not on external matter. He binds up the waters in thick clouds; the cloud is not rent under them—my thoughts and feelings are held in a frame I maintain with faith. He holdeth back the face of his throne and spreads a cloud upon it—authority is inward, mystery is the atmosphere I cultivate with attention. He hath compassed the waters with bounds, until day and night come to an end—this is the discipline I impose on restless emotion by clear intent. The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his reproof—my fixed ideas tremble when I correct them. He divideth the sea with his power, and by his understanding he smiteth through the proud—decisive discernment pierces pride. By his spirit I garnished the heavens; his hand hath formed the crooked serpent. These are parts of his ways, but how little a portion is heard of him? yet the thunder of his power I can hear within me.