Automatic writing: On trust

“Try to imagine what it would be like to go to sleep and never wake up.” — Alan Watts

Let’s write. Here we go. I’m just gonna start pushing buttons and delete most of this when I reread it (or add to it, apparently). But I’m not gonna get stuck. So let’s see, what to talk about today? Let’s see… Muhammad Ali had some good quotes. “If my mind can conceive it and my heart can believe it, then I can achieve it.” And, “I am the greatest. I said it before I knew it.”

I am Love. I said it (just now) before I knew it. I don’t really believe it now. I am becoming Love. Okay, I can believe that. But maybe that’s a cop-out. Maybe I will always be becoming Love and never being it if I don’t commit to the belief that I am. Okay, so “I am Love” and I am trusting that I will fully believe it one day.

Trust is huge. It’s all about our relationship to the unknown. I have the choice to fear the unknown or to embrace it. If I fear it, I am essentially saying, “I don’t know that I’m going to be okay. What if I die? What if someone I love dies?” Constantly fearing death is no way to live. Instead, I choose to trust that yes, in fact, I’m going to be okay. If I die, I will be born soon enough, into another “me”.

Why do I believe that? Because eternal nonexistence makes no sense. Hell makes more sense than eternal nonexistence, and hell doesn’t make sense at all. It seems more likely that hell or heaven is just the existence we have created for ourselves on past go-arounds. You could blame this existence on other people, but you’d just be blaming yourself in the end. And if you think this is a living hell, there’s good news! It means we can create heaven too.

So yeah, everything will be alright. How could it not be?

If all this seems ridiculous or chaotic or tiresome, or if you just want to hear it discussed infinitely more eloquently in a silky English accent, check out The Before & After Experience, by Alan Watts (3:28). And then check out everything else he ever spoke.

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