Washpot Of Inner Kingship

Neville's Inner Vision

I hear in the ancient words the language of consciousness. Moab is my washpot—that is, a state of mind I invite to be cleansed by the I AM. The phrase is not a national grievance but a revelation: what I absorb must be washed away to reveal the Kingdom within. When I cast out my shoe over Edom, I am not punishing a world but removing a belief that I must depend on external power. Edom's image becomes a sliding foothold in the dream of separation; by lifting it away I declare that the divine I AM is my sole ruler, and judgment becomes a releasing of thought that no longer serves justice. Philistia's triumph, said to come because of me, dissolves into this calm: any apparent victory in the outer world is a projection of the inner state I choose to inhabit. The Kingdom of God is not coming; it is always within, awaiting my conscious alignment with righteousness and justice. By turning outer symbols into inner acts, the psalm becomes a practical map for transforming experience from the inside out.