I feel we are talking about two very different states here.
If I understand you, you are convinced you are infallible, owing to whatever you feel you have discovered.
While I know I am infallible, because I know that what I know, doesn't originate in me.
I write things I didn't know, until they are written. Clearly, my thinking mind is not producing what comes out.
But as soon as I proof-read it, I know now.
Sometimes I relate from experience, but the experience itself seems, in retrospect, like something guided.
Events that should have killed me, didn't, and somehow couldn't.
I live a charmed life.
The only demands made of me, in return for my survival, is that I learn.
If what you have works for you, that's great. Lucky you. Few could claim that.
I observe, though, that for as long as you give oxygen to your ego, it will hold you back.
I observe, too, that you don't fight me any more. It's better, no?