Inner Land, Inner Stewardship

Neville's Inner Vision

Job’s land is an inner metaphor, and the furrows are the movements of thought within consciousness. When I imagine I can take fruit from the field without just exchange, I hear the soil lament as if the I AM itself witnesses my misalignment. In Neville's terms, imagination is the reality-creating organ; thus the inner field responds to the state of my conviction. If I cling to greed or neglect, the inner harvest becomes thistle and cockle—the signs of scarcity in my life. The final line, that the words of Job are ended, marks the moment I stop justifying and begin aligning with the law by which all life is given and returned through conscious choice. I affirm I am the I AM, the indwelling steward of my inner land, capable of influencing its yield by what I believe and feel. When I revise away from exploitation toward fair dealing and gratitude, the inner field upgrades; abundance ripens, and the cry of the earth dissolves into harmony. My wound becomes a doorway into unity with life, and the imagined soil speaks only of fullness.