Inner Snare of Desire

Neville's Inner Vision

I see the scene as a drama of consciousness, not a moral tale about others. The fair speech is simply a vibration of the mind, a flattering suggestion that entices you to yield. You are not the man in the street, but the I AM, capable of choosing what to dwell upon. When that vibration grips you, you follow it straightway, like an ox to the slaughter, because you have forgotten that you are the determiner of your outer states. The pain of the dart and the snare is the measure of your drift away from your true self. To reclaim your life, turn your attention inward and insist, I am the possessor of this moment. Imagination fashions your reality; if you revise this scene, you revise the condition. See the alluring voice as a passing thought, not a fact; replace it with the feeling of safety, clarity, and the awareness that I AM that which remains constant while appearances arise.