Fear


def: The confused belief that anything can happen that should not happen. 


All fear starts with me believing I can absolutely know what should and should not happen. 

When I’m sane, I recognize that I can’t know ahead of time what should happen and that, in not knowing, there is total peace and safety. I recognize that everything everywhere is always working on my behalf without my knowing ahead of time, and that believing I know can only get in the way - which can be fun. But if what I “know” is not fun, I’ve let “knowing” separate me from reality and run me off the rails. I can question what I know.


If I can’t believe I am “injured,” but can only ever believe I am “as I should be,” where is the problem?

If I can’t believe I am “confined,” but rather simply “as I should be,” where is the problem?

If I am dead and can’t hold a belief at all, where’s the problem?


This doesn’t mean I seek to die or be injured or confined. Seeking is just another way to argue with what is. When I’m sane, I don’t seek anything that is not happening. When I’m sane, I want to be whatever I am, whether that’s dead or alive, because that’s what should be. How do I know? Because it’s what is and when I argue with what is, it hurts. And when I don’t, it doesn’t. It’s very simple (which doesn’t mean it’s easy).

My argument with reality is what brings about all my problems. Because, in a universe where everything is working on my behalf, argument IS the problem. 

All of my problems are a form of the confused belief, “This should not be.”

And the thought, “This should not be” only comes from believing I could ever have a problem.