Don´t aspire – write!

Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”
– Alan Watts

Heed your inner voice no matter what

There are essential posts I have been meaning to write but somehow
didn´t get around to it.

This is however one of those posts.

This happened for some months ago, one afternoon.

I was famished, and grabbed a piece of brown bread baked with plums a friend had brought from a trip in Prague.

As I was eating having my thoughts intensely occupied with the composition at hand,
out of the blue I clearly heard this prompting voice inside of me:


What the hell is this, I thought, but obeyed immediately this irrational urging.

Before I continue, can you answer honestly: would you have considered this totally
unreasonable message?…

Would you…?

Anyway, thanks God I did:

As I was spitting it out, inside the bread, there was a fairly big something:

I hardly believed my eyes:

IT WAS A BENT NAIL…Verily, what are the chances to find a rather big nail in
a piece of brown bread?! 

Imagine the oddness of this…

I was flabbergasted. The literal and metaphorical significance of this is tremendous:
Had I not obeyed that warning voice, God knows if I would still be around to write
these words now.

Against all reason, I had been present enough to heed that divine admonishing.

So beware, pay attention: insidious dangers hide in the most unexpected places. There are moments when there is no one in flesh and blood out there to save you, except your intuition and your invisible friends.

So always trust your inner voice: it can be the difference between life and death.

Against all odds, heed your inner Voice

Oh, I am so happy. 🙂

Let me tell why:

It is mostly this “hidden” authority within me which comes to expression and is responsible for whatever I write. My rational self is constantly baffled by whatever comes out of me – I have to admit that oftentimes my own words strike me as being totally far-fetched. At times even outrageous…”What on earth am I saying” – kind of thing.

But…! Thanks God, I trust more this secret voice of mine which appears to say senseless things, than relying on my being “reasonable”.

Despite not getting any adequate feedback, I therefore doubt even more if certain of my “far-fetched” posts have any value.

Yet…! It shows in due time that despite being unobserved, my words are nonetheless overarching, relevant and true.

 Here is one example to make my point:

Ego´s greatest failure is the glorious beginning of Enlightenment” – something I wrote the other day.

And so I bump into a similar truth expressed by Chögyam Trungpa:

“Enlightment is ego’s ultimate disappointment.”

Is it great or is it great…?