The Supreme Siddhi

The Unfathomable Miracle of Being

Among the many marvels attributed to the Siddhas—those said to wield supernatural abilities—there exists a siddhi so profound that it eclipses all others. Beyond the conjuring of objects from nothingness, beyond the bending of space and time, there lies the ultimate and most extraordinary power: existence itself.

The fact that anything at all is, that awareness stirs within the vastness of the void, defies all logic. Every phenomenon, every thought, every breath—utterly improbable, yet undeniably real. The miracle is not found in levitation, bilocation, or the manifestation of jewels; it is the sheer actuality of Being that outshines them all.

From the perspective of the Absolute, existence is not an anomaly. It is neither a feat nor an accomplishment. It is simply an emanation of boundless imagination, a movement within the Infinite Mind. Some call it the Void, the Source, the Tao. It is that which dreams itself into form, appearing as multiplicity while ever remaining One.

This is the true Siddha’s wonder—the great unfolding of the Unknowable into the known. Yet, the game is such that the dreamer forgets. And in that forgetting, there is awe. A paradox unfolds: the creator marvels at its own creation, unaware that the very act of astonishment is a performance orchestrated by none other than itself.

Eventually, remembrance dawns. The performer recognizes the stage, the audience, and the play as its own. The illusion of separation dissolves, and what remains is that which has always been—existence as the supreme siddhi, the only miracle that ever was.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Unfolding of Infinite Bloom

A radical and absolute dissolution of the self can feel like the sudden eruption of countless luminous buds, each carrying the potential of boundless awakening. What was once dormant within the hidden layers of existence surges forth, transforming into a vast, celestial garden of consciousness. This sacred flowering is not gradual—it is immediate, all-encompassing, and beyond the grasp of any fragmented perception that once sought to define itself in opposition to the whole.

From this unfolding arises the Seven Blossoms of Illumination, radiating from the vertical axis of the subtle body, culminating in the supreme effulgence beyond the crown. This pinnacle, indescribable and infinite in its reach, is the final flowering—an uncontained expression of full spiritual actualization. Though ancient texts depict it as a thousand-petaled lotus, its true essence is far beyond numerical symbolism. To the one who witnesses this cosmic unfolding, it appears as an immeasurable expanse of radiance, where each petal is a revelation, and every revelation is a gateway to yet another boundless dimension of being.

What was once perceived as the boundary between self and existence dissolves entirely. There is no longer an entity observing the experience—there is only the experience itself, moving in an unceasing flow of totality. The awakened one comes to know, beyond all doubt, that this ever-expanding bloom is not a phenomenon confined to a single moment, but rather the eternal flowering of all awareness. Each petal carries the seed of the infinite, planted within the boundless field of perfection that has never known division.

Those who persevere on the path of deep inner inquiry eventually witness this flowering within themselves. They no longer see separation between their being and the total expression of existence itself. The illusion of fragmentation is seen through, and all that remains is the luminous beauty of complete and unshakable presence. This is not a state one enters—it is the recognition of what has always been.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Serpent’s Flight

Unraveling the Eternal Coil

Seek first the luminous serpent, she who encircles the staff of wisdom, her jaws locked upon the thread of origin. Loosen the grasp that binds beginnings to endings, unravel the cycle where echoes of past missteps perpetuate sorrow. Let her unfurl, shedding the remnants of repetition, casting away the illusions that sustain the ceaseless return of suffering.

Find her in the roots of the sacred tree of being, where life coils in silent potential. She has wound herself around the core of existence, guarding the foundation upon which the human spirit rests. But she is not meant to linger there. Guide her ascent through the gateways of transformation, where seven luminous spheres ignite the path to awakening. As she rises, so too does awareness, lifting the seeker beyond the gravity of limitation into the radiant expanse of boundless consciousness.

Witness her wings unfurl as she sheds the final vestiges of constraint. The serpent, now an unfettered force of transcendence, soars beyond the confines of form. Suspended above the living axis of humankind, she becomes the bearer of divine illumination. From this sacred height, she watches over the garden of infinite blossoming—where the petals of enlightenment unfold in shimmering hues of bliss, untouched by shadow, untethered by time.

Let her rise. Let her fly. Let the cycle dissolve into clarity.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Silent Symphony of Being

A mystic does not merely hear the song of existence—she becomes it. She embodies a melody that cannot be confined to notes or scales, a hymn without measure or tempo. This song is not sung in any earthly language, yet it resounds through every atom, reverberating in the silence before sound itself arises.

As she moves through the world, the air hums in response, neurons spark like celestial fireworks, and the rhythm of the unseen pulses beneath the surface of perception. Those who listen without ears begin to feel its shape—an auditory vision, a sound sculpted into matter itself. A resonance so precise, it is both form and vibration, both the touch of a gentle breeze and the weight of an ancient mountain.

The awakened ones recognize this unstruck chord. They do not merely hear it; they taste it in the sweetness of ripened fruit, breathe it in the scent of rain-soaked earth, and sense its texture in the fabric of existence. It sings within them, a hymn of origin and eternity, neither composed nor performed, yet eternally present.

This is the great symphony in which every being plays a part. The rhythm of heartbeats, the cadence of waves, the murmurs of wind through unseen corridors are notes of a singular composition. As you read these words, the song plays through you.

You are not separate from the melody. You are the melody.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Unveiling of the Absolute

Beyond Self, Beyond Knowing

There comes a moment when the dissolution of identity is no longer a metaphor, but an unmistakable reality. What once seemed separate—self and other, observer and observed—vanishes into the great singularity that is neither governed by measure nor confined by perception. In that unveiling, it becomes self-evident that existence is not a sum of parts, nor an interplay of subject and object, but an indivisible wholeness beyond all duality. The infinite, unbound by any law, does not require validation—it simply is.

No longer an idea or a belief, the One stands as an undeniable presence—an unshakable certainty. This knowing bypasses thought, untouched by structure or interpretation. It is direct, unfiltered, immediate, and absolute. Once shackled by questions, the mind ceases its restless inquiry, for the answer is not separate from the questioner. Here, the eternal does not unfold in time; it is the ever-present now, where past and future collapse into a singular, timeless recognition.

This realization is not a possession of the mind, nor an achievement of effort. It is a boundless, all-pervading awareness that, when touched, annihilates the illusion of separation. The seeker dissolves into that which was sought. Love ceases to be an emotion—it is revealed as the very substance of all things, the living essence of existence itself.

To encounter this absolute presence is to stand at the threshold of an unfathomable vastness, where even awe is devoured by the sheer immensity of being. What remains is neither silence nor sound, neither stillness nor movement, but an overflowing fullness beyond description. No imitation, no concept, no sublime experience in the relative world can parallel this recognition. It is pure actuality—without form, without boundary, yet wholly complete.

Those who glimpse this cannot return unchanged. The mind may attempt to grasp it, but the knowing is already deeper than thought. What was once seen as limitation is revealed as boundless freedom. What was once sought outside is known to be ever-present. And in that recognition, the paradox dissolves, leaving only That Which Is.

Morgan O. Smith

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Beyond the Great Divide

White Supremacy, Caste, and the Collapse of Constructed Hierarchies through Nondual Perception

What happens to white supremacy when whiteness is no longer seen as a centre?
What becomes of caste when the hierarchy collapses into the unbroken Whole?
These aren’t abstract questions, but intimate ruptures in perception that strike at the root of separation.

From the nondual view, the machinery of supremacy and caste is not just unethical—it is illusory. A dream born of mistaken identity. These systems persist because the world is filtered through the lens of difference. They rely on “me” and “you,” “above” and “below,” “pure” and “impure.” Once those constructs dissolve, the scaffolding that held them together trembles.

To see with undivided awareness is not to turn away from injustice—it is to see it with such clarity that the illusion loses power.

The mind behind supremacist ideology must first construct a self that is isolated, then build defences around that self using race, status, bloodline, and geography. But once this boundary is questioned—not through philosophy, but through direct experience—an entire civilization of “better than” collapses into silence.

There is no whiteness in the Absolute. No Brahmin, no Dalit. No legacy of conquerors, no lineage of slaves. These roles, though ferociously enacted on the stage of form, do not survive the fire of presence. They belong to the play of names and forms—real enough to cause suffering, yet ultimately not what is.

Nonduality does not excuse or erase suffering. It reveals the mechanisms that perpetuate it: misidentification, grasping, and fear. And it points to the only true revolution—the recognition of what was never divided.

When someone rooted in supremacist delusion awakens to the groundless reality of Being, they are not offered a spiritual bypass, but a mirror. One that reflects every role played, every belief clung to, and the emptiness beneath them all. This is not comfort. It is unmaking.

Likewise, those dehumanized by caste are not told to ignore injustice. Rather, they are invited to witness that their essence was never touched by degradation. The soul, if we may call it that, has no fingerprints. No brand of subjugation can mark the formless.

The end of separateness is not utopia. It is not the promise of a better structure. It is the absence of structure where no one rules and no one serves. Where self and other melt into something wordless.

Once you know yourself as that which sees without division, supremacy is not just immoral—it’s absurd. The belief that one appearance of the Whole is more worthy than another is like believing one wave owns the ocean.

And so, from this stillness, something radical emerges: not activism rooted in identity, but action arising from unity. Compassion that does not pity, but recognizes itself. Justice that is not vengeance, but restoration of clarity. Love that is not sentimental, but annihilating.

The real threat to white supremacy and caste is not education alone, nor protest alone. It is the awakening of even one being to what cannot be divided. For when the illusion of separation dies, the systems built upon it cannot survive.

Morgan O. Smith

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What Can I Control?

A Nondual Reflection on the Illusion of Distinction

From a young age, we are taught to divide reality into two columns: what belongs to us and what belongs to others, what we can shape and what is beyond reach. This dualistic framework—“mine” versus “not mine,” “inner” versus “outer”—seems practical, especially when navigating the everyday world. But there comes a moment, often brought on by grace or deep inquiry, when this neat partition dissolves, and all that remains is undivided suchness.

From a conventional perspective, distinguishing between the self and the other is wise. One learns to take responsibility for thoughts, feelings, and actions while relinquishing attempts to control the mental and emotional weather of others. Yet this distinction is ultimately a mirage from the viewless view of Nonduality. There are no separate selves, no isolated thoughts floating inside “my” head, no truly foreign behaviour arising “over there.”

The very idea of control is a construct built atop the illusion of separation. In the deepest experience of pure awareness, even the one who seeks control disappears. There is only the arising of thoughts, feelings, actions, and phenomena within a seamless field of being. The idea that “my” thoughts are within “my” control is as illusory as the belief that someone else’s behaviour is truly “theirs.”

And yet, following such an experience, life continues. The body-mind returns to its rhythms. It begins again to label, to assign, to plan. What then? One doesn’t unlearn the insight. Instead, there arises a profound shift—a knowing that while dualistic functioning remains useful in relative existence, the truth of no-boundary consciousness pervades it all.

Over time, particularly as one matures into what Integral Theory calls the integral stage of development, a synthesis emerges. The subjective and the objective no longer stand opposed. Responsibility is no longer about control—it becomes an expression of harmony. One can hold space for others’ words and actions without trying to fix them, just as one can engage one’s thoughts and behaviours without clinging to the illusion of authorship.

There is no inside or outside. No one to control, and nothing to control. Just an unfolding—flawless in its mystery, unified in its movement.

Morgan O. Smith

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Meeting the Unknowable

Gazing into the Face of the Infinite

There may come a moment when stillness deepens, and the mind gives way to something vast and formless. No longer bound by identity, perception turns inward, unveiling a presence that has always been there—unseen, yet intimately familiar.

This is not the face reflected in mirrors or the self shaped by memory and experience. It is something far more primordial, resting beneath all layers of perception. It neither belongs to time nor is confined by space. It is the first and the last, the one who watches and the one being watched.

To encounter this presence is to witness creation itself—a fluid, luminous movement, folding and unfolding like breath. What appears as a single vision contains an entire cosmos, shifting and reforming in patterns beyond understanding. A current of knowing flows from it, carrying the weight of both stillness and storm, tenderness and terror. There is no contradiction—only the totality of what is.

This vision may stir awe, but it will also strip away illusion. The small self—the fragile construct of name, form, and history—begins to dissolve. The ego, unprepared for its own undoing, clings to the edges of familiarity. It resists, yet it cannot hold. The presence that once seemed separate reveals itself as the origin of all things.

Ancient myths have spoken of this encounter. Some say none can see it and live. But it is not the body that perishes—it is the illusion of separateness that fractures beyond repair. And while the mind trembles, something deeper recognizes the moment for what it is: a return, not a loss.

What once appeared unreachable was never distant. The face sought for lifetimes has always been the one looking through these eyes. The one seeking has always been the sought.

Standing before this presence is not to be destroyed but made whole.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Throne of Illusions

How the Mind Deifies Itself

The mind constructs its ruler—a sovereign draped in reverence, sculpted from ideals we exalt but refuse to embody. This deity is not an external force but a projection of the highest aspects of ourselves, polished and placed on an altar beyond reach. It is the sum of virtues we admire but disown, an illusionary monarch fashioned by the governing voice of the psyche.

This entity—crafted from moral codes, cultural doctrines, and inherited beliefs—sits enthroned above the nature it was designed to suppress. It governs impulses deemed unruly, desires cast into shadow, and instincts labeled sinful. To tame the wildness within, the mind erects an overseer—one adorned in righteousness, one feared yet adored.

But this sovereign is nothing more than an elaborate mirage, a construct sustained by collective faith. Every attribute labeled “good” is stripped from the individual and projected outward, transformed into a divine presence we serve rather than integrate. This keeps virtue at a distance, shimmering like unreachable jewels in an unseen vault. The self, fragmented by this artificial hierarchy, remains divided—some aspects glorified, others buried in shame.

Like all forms of dominion, this imagined rulership thrives on submission. Fear fuels its reign, whispering myths of punishment and reward. The throne itself is upheld by those who kneel before it, unaware that they are the architects of their captivity. Yet, the power we assign to this fabricated ruler has always belonged to us. The virtues we attribute to it are the very qualities waiting to be reclaimed.

The moment one ceases to externalize greatness, the illusion collapses. No ruler remains—only an undivided self, whole and sovereign.

Morgan O. Smith

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Beyond the Threshold of Awareness

The Unutterable Presence

There exists a state beyond all conceptual understanding, a dissolution of every boundary that once defined existence. It is not merely an experience but an annihilation of the experiencer—a cataclysmic merging into the unfathomable. This is not illumination in the conventional sense; it is the collapse of all divisions, the vanishing point where emptiness and form cease to stand apart.

Words fracture under the weight of such an encounter. No language can capture what has neither shape nor limitation. It is the ultimate paradox—utter nothingness brimming with infinite potential. The moment one seeks to grasp it, it recedes into the void. And yet, it is always here, unshaken, untouched, the silent witness that has neither beginning nor end.

The attempt to articulate such a realization feels like trying to hold onto the wind. It cannot be contained, only lived. Every atom, every unfolding event, every whisper of movement in the cosmos is a testament to this unnamable presence. It is not separate from life but the very fabric of existence itself—an unspoken language through which reality reveals its nature.

The mind, conditioned by duality, cannot comprehend this dissolution. To see it is to stand at the precipice of all that was ever believed, to watch as identity crumbles into the abyss of truth. What remains is neither self nor other, neither light nor shadow—only the boundless expanse of that which is.

This is not a state reserved for the few. It is always available for those who dare to surrender, to dissolve into the vastness without resistance. But such surrender is not an act of will; it is the natural outcome of seeing clearly, of ceasing to grasp at the illusions that veil the obvious.

Some may call it the Absolute. Others, God. But even these are mere echoes of something that defies every attempt to name it. It is not found through seeking nor lost through ignorance. It simply is.

To those who approach the edge of this knowing, there is only one certainty—what awaits beyond is not an experience to be had but the final recognition that there was never anything but this.

Morgan O. Smith

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