Uncertainty

Uncertainty:

it’s those quiet moments before an idea hits, no theme to write of yet, and I truly don’t know what the first words will be — that’s the allowing of uncertainty, being in the very midst of mystery, and not in anyway forcing myself to comply with the ego’s demand for its immediate need for words. Writing should always have a degree of uncertainty, of simply not knowing what the next word might be and being absolutely fine in the silence that prevails. From that point on it’s writing free from ego, inspired, and every word seems to arrives direct from mystery, delivered, whispered by the muse.

uncertainty is the gateway to higher inspiration.

I often think of troubled authors, artists, geniuses who fought uncertainty through the abuse of drugs and alcohol, believing that any substance could keep their fear away, or produce and inspiration of its own design. This is art produced and forced by the ego, the original spirit of their talent subdued by the incessant demand for more and better displays of talent, being stuck always in production mode and unable to rest in the silence that precedes every true inspiration. Fear should never be an enemy of art, it’s an ally really, a deep source of magic, leading to explorations of mind and soul, a revelation of ideas — and this is all released through uncertainty, those first quiet moments before a hint of inspiration…