Inner Census of the Self

Neville's Inner Vision

Plainly, the verse speaks of a people counted, a community organized by those who serve and those who sing. In my interior, every trait and impulse is a citizen of my kingdom: the quiet duties I perform, the higher harmonies that lift my heart. The seven thousand three hundred thirty-seven attendants are the familiar patterns of habit and belief I allow to stand as property rather than energy passing through. The two hundred forty-five singing men and singing women are the vibrant faculties of imagination and praise, the creative moods that keep my inner sanctuary alive. In exile and return, I am invited to reassemble my house within: remove the illusion of separation, acknowledge every part as essential to worship. When I realize that my I AM—my awareness—is the city, I begin to see that the census I recite within becomes the life I inhabit. The outer world reflects what I count and claim in consciousness.