Inner City of Wealth Unveiled

Neville's Inner Vision

Picture the city as a belief, not a place. The ships and merchants are the currents of desire and the habits by which you seek security, status, and identity in the world. When the hour arrives—the moment of sudden desolation—the inner pattern you have trusted to supply you reveals itself as thought-form. The cry, 'What city is like unto this great city?' is the ego's boasting, a posture that says 'outside riches define me.' But in Neville's terms, God is I AM, the awareness that never dissolves. The burning smoke is the clearing of a mistaken assumption. As you identify with the I AM, you discover that wealth is a state you keep, not an external stream you chase. The wreck of the city invites you to revise: the only true commerce is inside, where you imagine the end from the beginning and thereby bring it forth. By shifting your attention to the inner source—the one I AM—your outer become a sign, not a rule. The hour of desolation becomes a doorway to permanent inner abundance.