Inner Collapse and Divine Return

Neville's Inner Vision

Remember, this Nahum oracle is not about a city but your inner empire. The crowned leaders and their locusts are the restless thoughts clinging to power, the great grasshoppers of fear and pride that camp in the hedges of your day and vanish when the sun—the awareness within you—arises. When the sun rises, those claims dissolve and their place is not known because you are no longer identifying with them. Your shepherds slumber, and your nobles dwell in the dust; your people are scattered on the mountains, and no man gathers them, because you have forgotten that gathering begins in your own consciousness. There is no healing of thy bruise, not because healing is impossible, but because you have mistaken the wound for reality; the crowd that hears the bruit of thee is the chorus of your beliefs applauding your old self’s demise. This is judgment and exile in your inner life, but the moment you awaken to your original unity, the external decay reveals itself as illusion.