The Inner Prophet Gardener

Neville's Inner Vision

In that inner day, the prophets are the elevated states of consciousness who dream in symbols; when the day comes, they shed the outer cloak of prophecy and clothe themselves with the simple garment of a husbandman. This is not history but a shift in your inner weather. The line I am no prophet is your inner voice renouncing labels and aligning with service—the soul’s vocation in your present life. The hands’ wounds are not random injuries but imprints of beliefs and memory; they speak of being wounded in the house of your friends, meaning within your own mental circles—your old ideas about who you are. These wounds can become signs of awakening, for every mark is a reminder that you have been identified by others but have not yet identified with your true function. Your healing comes as you accept a calling to tend your inner field, pruning fear and planting faith. In that inner day, the prophecy dissolves into the quiet labor of transformation, and the wounds become marks of growth, not shame, as you realize the I AM is the gardener and the vision you seek already lives in you.