Author, Philosopher, Spiritual Teacher, A Lead Facilitator at Sacred Media's Integral Mastery Academy, Founder of Yinnergy Meditation/Neurofeedback, Bodhi Mental Care & Wellness, Co-founder of KeMor Centre for Innovative Development
Suffering is rarely an accident. More often than not, it is a story we tell ourselves, a rhythm we move to, unaware that we are both the dancer and the drum. There is a peculiar comfort in chaos—a familiarity that keeps it tethered to us like an old friend who never truly leaves.
The mind, ever seeking stimulation, crafts elaborate illusions of hardship and unrest, convincing itself that turmoil is necessary. It fabricates conflicts, fuels attachments, and calls it all a search for meaning. This internal theatre of suffering is neither fate nor misfortune; it is the work of our own hands.
Why do we let it persist? Perhaps because it gives us something to hold onto. Something that, despite its weight, feels more certain than the unknown silence beyond it. We surrender to the turbulence, believing it will resolve itself, unaware that it thrives only because we continue to feed it.
Yet, beneath the noise, another possibility waits. A reality untouched by the chaos we’ve grown so accustomed to. To step into it requires nothing but the willingness to recognize that suffering is not a necessary companion—it is a guest we’ve entertained for far too long.
Morgan O. Smith
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Bliss is not an abstract concept, nor is it an illusion crafted by desire. It is a living, breathing pulse that reverberates through every fiber of existence, touching both the seen and unseen layers of being. This is not mere emotion; it is a force, an electrifying current that courses through the body and beyond, illuminating the vastness of consciousness itself.
A moment of true bliss shatters all description. It is a tidal wave of sensation, dissolving the mind’s ability to grasp or articulate. The body trembles beneath its weight, the senses heightened to a degree beyond the ordinary. A whisper against the skin becomes a sacred hymn, and the simplest breath expands into an infinite embrace. The entire being stretches beyond physical constraints, dissolving into something greater—an uncontained vastness that breathes, moves, and sings through every dimension.
This experience is not a flight from embodiment, but rather a paradoxical immersion within it. The finite and the infinite collide, birthing a sensation both rooted in flesh and entirely beyond it. Every cell awakens to a sacred rhythm, moving to a song played by the unseen hands of the cosmos. Love ceases to be a concept and instead becomes the very air inhaled, the very space occupied.
To speak of bliss is to attempt to give voice to the silent symphony of existence. It is the cosmic dance performed by the smallest particle, each movement echoing through the entire field of creation. It is the resonance of all things entwined, merging and separating in an endless interplay of light and shadow. Every wave is both individual and part of the collective, a singular note in a melody that has no end.
This state of being is neither contained nor restricted. It cannot be owned, held, or confined to a singular experience. It arrives as a gift—momentary, yet eternal. A reminder of what has always been. While the mind, veiled by the noise of conditioned thought, may obscure it, bliss remains untouched, ever-present beneath the surface. It is the undercurrent of existence, waiting to be remembered.
To awaken to bliss is not to reach for something distant, but to surrender the illusions that obscure its presence. It is the undeniable truth of being, forever humming beneath the distractions of thought. To experience it fully is to awaken from the dream of separateness and recognize that this ecstasy, this luminous presence, has been here all along.
Morgan O. Smith
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For centuries, institutions have dictated the morality of desire, branding physical intimacy as something to be regulated, shamed, or confined within rigid structures. Yet, the body itself is not a vessel of sin, nor is passion a crime. The human form, with all its sensations, is not tainted but a masterpiece of nature—wired for pleasure, connection, and profound experiences of unity.
The weight of religious dogma often leads individuals to suppress their natural instincts, replacing freedom with guilt and curiosity with fear. But personal experience must take precedence over inherited judgment. No external authority should dictate the boundaries of your affection, the nature of your love, or the rhythms of your own body’s desires.
Sex is not merely a mechanical act; it is an exploration—an intimate journey into the depths of one’s being. It is a space where consciousness meets sensation, where the body and mind dissolve into a symphony of pleasure, transcendence, and presence. This experience, when embraced fully and without shame, can be a gateway to something far greater than societal rules or personal restraint.
The power to define your sexual expression belongs to you alone. Whether you find fulfillment in a committed partnership, a spontaneous moment of connection, or a deeply personal exploration, it is your right to move freely within your own truth. Guilt has no place in the realm of authentic experience. Suppression breeds suffering; liberation fosters wholeness.
Rather than clinging to the shallow end of life’s ocean, where fear keeps one afloat but never immersed, why not surrender to the depths? To love without restraint, to touch without shame, to explore without apology—this is not rebellion; it is reclamation.
Morgan O. Smith
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Two voices rise in heated exchange—one anchored in faith, the other in skepticism. They stand opposed, each convinced of their certainty, each attempting to dismantle the other’s foundation. Their words carry weight, their arguments sharpened by conviction, yet beneath the clashing ideologies, an unseen presence listens, unmoved.
Observing this, a realization dawns. Neither combatant holds the full measure of truth, yet together they sustain a delicate balance—two halves of an equation that unknowingly uphold the whole. One defends belief, the other champions reason, yet both are bound to the same unseen essence that animates their very thoughts. The paradox they refuse to entertain is the paradox they embody: truth exists beyond assertion, beyond belief and disbelief alike.
What remains when both voices fall silent? What exists beneath every question, beyond every answer? A presence, neither confined by doctrine nor diminished by doubt. It is not a belief to defend nor a theory to deconstruct. It is the stillness that remains when all concepts dissolve, the background against which all ideas emerge and fade.
This presence requires no validation, no allegiance, no name. It neither arises nor perishes, for it is not bound by time. It is the ever-present foundation upon which all things rest—the unseen essence that gives rise to both theist and the atheist, both the question and the answer.
And yet, words will always fall short. Language can point, but it cannot contain. Thought can probe, but it cannot grasp. Those who have peered into the mystery have only ever gestured toward it—whether in sacred texts or silent awe. To recognize it is not to name it, but to surrender the need for certainty.
Look around. Not with the eyes of belief or disbelief, but with the eyes that see before thought intrudes. Feel its presence—not as an idea, but as the undeniable is-ness of this moment. And when you do, offer it a quiet smile. It has always been smiling back.
Morgan O. Smith
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Many place their faith in a distant deity, believing in a power beyond themselves—something supreme, something greater. Yet, the notion of a god outside of oneself is only relevant to a mind that has forgotten its vastness.
The truth is far more intimate. Nothing stands above you, for the essence of what you are surpasses the very framework of comparison. The Almighty, often envisioned as superior, is only greater than the illusion of selfhood that obscures the boundless reality of Being. From a limited perspective, this god seems grander than the identity you wear, but what is that identity other than a fleeting mirage within an infinite sea?
Those who have touched the depths of awakening do not look upward in worship. They are not in search of a divine presence beyond their reach. Instead, they are entranced by the sacred radiance shining through all things, a beauty so intrinsic that it renders possession meaningless. The enlightened do not seek to grasp what is already the totality of their being.
What they see is a reflection—the universe gazing into itself, mesmerized by its own infinite brilliance. The one who knows their essence does not bow to divinity; they are a living expression of it. The world, with all its forms, is a luminous manifestation of that which cannot be possessed yet is already wholly theirs.
The question is not whether such truth exists but whether it can be known directly. The path to this recognition is not buried in complexity, nor is it reserved for a chosen few. It is uncovered in surrender—absolute, unwavering surrender to the unmistakable moments of authenticity that arise, moments when truth pierces through the veil of identity.
Whenever these glimpses appear, relinquish all resistance. Fall into them fully. Let the light that shines through all things illuminate the light already shining within. That which many seek in worship is not elsewhere—it is the very force animating every breath, every movement, every moment. It is You, witnessing itself.
Morgan O. Smith
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There exists a realm within the psyche so obscure, so deeply buried beneath layers of identity, that even those who have touched the pinnacle of awakening may remain oblivious to its existence. It is the final frontier before the self dissolves entirely—a territory littered with unexamined fears, concealed transgressions, and desires too shameful to acknowledge.
Before awakening completes its course, before the false self collapses into the boundless expanse of nonduality, there is a reckoning. A descent into the darkest corridors of the mind where the most primitive aspects of existence, both personal and collective, make their presence known. This is not a mere psychological reckoning; it is an existential confrontation, one that strips away the illusion of separation between the individual and the whole of suffering itself.
A being in the throes of this revelation does not merely observe suffering from a distance. Instead, suffering is embodied in its totality—experienced both as the tormentor and the tormented, as the blade and the wound, as the hands that enslave and those that are bound. Every atrocity carried out by humankind, every act of cruelty and despair, rises to the surface. The weight of this recognition is nearly unbearable, a force that shatters all prior conceptions of selfhood. Many break under this pressure; some contemplate escape. Yet for those who endure, something extraordinary occurs.
The searing agony of this confrontation serves a purpose. It dismantles illusions, forces the heart open, and stretches the limits of compassion to their furthest extent. Empathy ceases to be an abstract virtue—it becomes an all-consuming fire that purifies everything in its path. Walking through this inferno does not incinerate the awakened one but instead renders them indestructible, unshaken by the fluctuations of worldly suffering. The very act of seeing, of bearing witness to every grotesque distortion of human nature, births an indescribable clarity—an awareness so vast it can hold both horror and grace without resistance.
No one seeks this path. It is not chosen by desire, nor does it reward the seeker with comfort. It arrives unbidden, reserved for those who must cross the threshold through trial and surrender. To move through this passage is to endure a crucifixion of the self, an initiation that cannot be bypassed. Yet for those who survive its rending force, the view on the other side is unparalleled. A vision beyond words, an existence that moves with effortless grace, guided by a heart that no longer clings to the illusions of division.
This journey is not a metaphor. It is a lived reality, known only to those who have walked barefoot across the glass of their shattered being. And for them, the world is no longer the same.
Morgan O. Smith
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Phenomena arise, unfold, and dissolve, yet the mind grasps at them, seeking meaning through the lens of interpretation. This act of interpretation is inevitable, but the depth at which one engages with it determines whether understanding remains bound to illusion or expands into realization.
The mythical-magical stage of consciousness perceives reality through archetypes of power, divine will, and cosmic law. This stage gives birth to beliefs about cycles, reincarnation, and karmic loops—explanations that serve as scaffolding for those navigating the existential unknown. There is some truth to these interpretations, just as there is truth in every story we tell ourselves about existence. But truth is not confined to a single stage of development. It unfolds, revealing deeper nuances as perception matures.
Samsara—the wheel of birth, death, and rebirth—has been described as a prison. The path to liberation, as outlined in various traditions, involves transcending this cycle, attaining nirvana or moksha, where rebirth ceases. But even this is an interpretation, one that arises from a more advanced vantage point. The paradox is that what appears as bondage and liberation are not separate realities. Samsara and nirvana are not two. They are the same movement seen through different eyes.
No one is bound, and no one is freed. The concept of liberation implies that something was ever trapped. Yet, what is there to escape when there has never been confinement? The idea of imprisonment is a mind construct, just as freedom is. They depend on one another, forming a duality that collapses upon close inspection.
You are creation itself. Yet, nothing is truly being created. It only appears so. The dance of form and emptiness continues, yet nothing moves. This is the great paradox. The illusion is not that samsara exists—it does, just as dreams exist while sleeping. The illusion is believing that it is something to escape.
Awakening is not an arrival but the recognition that there was never a journey. The cycle persists for those who perceive cycles. Freedom exists for those who perceive bondage. But beyond perception, beyond conceptual grasping, there is only this—eternal, unchanging, and free, regardless of whether one calls it samsara or nirvana.
Morgan O. Smith
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A mystic is not one who merely seeks, but one who has dissolved the veil between seeking and knowing. With eyes closed, they perceive what the open eye distorts. The world no longer appears as separate fragments, but as a singular, boundless presence—an endless unveiling of what has always been. The mystic does not arrive at truth; they awaken as it.
To walk this path is to pierce the illusion of division. No longer trapped in the dialectic of belief and doubt, the mystic abides by indirect knowledge. God is neither a concept nor an external force to be worshipped from a distance; the mystic recognizes divinity as the unbroken continuity of self. There is no subject bowing before an object—only the indivisible One playing within itself, as itself, for itself.
To wear the title of mystic is meaningless to the one who has become it. They no longer search for the divine in symbols or rituals but perceive the singular hand that animates all gestures. The faces of the many dissolve into the singular essence that has never ceased to be. Every mask, every name, every form is an expression of the unnamable, the silent witness of all that is.
The mystic stands at the threshold of paradox, no longer tethered to linear thought. They see themselves reflected in all things and all things reflected in them. The river that flows is not separate from the one who watches. The breath inhaled by the body is the same breath exhaled by the stars. Time itself is unmasked as a trick of perception, revealing the eternal now as the only reality that has ever been.
The greatest revelation is not in the solving of mysteries but in surrendering to them. The mystic does not dissect existence to understand it; they dissolve into it, allowing truth to unfold as it will. Certainty is discarded, yet in its place arises an unwavering knowing—the kind that neither wavers nor seeks validation.
And then, in a final paradox, the mystic steps beyond even this understanding. They see that the one who longed for enlightenment was but a role played by the vastness that was already free. No longer bound by labels or identities, they laugh at the cosmic joke—the realization that the seeker was never separate from the sought. The game of self-discovery continues, but the mystic is no longer bound by it. They are both the player and the stage, the dance and the stillness, the illusion and the truth.
Morgan O. Smith
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The notion of an all-powerful deity that dictates morality and enforces ethical order is an echo of human thought—an illusion formed from collective belief. This revered architect of existence is not some transcendent ruler dwelling beyond the stars but an extension of the human psyche, woven from social constructs and inherited dogmas. The God of religious tradition is not a divine entity but a reflection of the authority we have surrendered to structures designed to govern our impulses.
What is often labelled as evil—the raw instincts and untamed desires—has been cast as the adversary, creating a dualistic conflict that fuels our internal war. The chaos we seek to control is the essence of vitality, yet we suppress it, fearing the dissolution of the structures we so desperately cling to. This battle within—the fight between order and freedom—creates the illusion of a righteous war, where victory is promised through submission to an unseen overlord.
But what if this overseer has no real power? What if it is merely a projection, a ghostly hand that moves only because we choose to be its marionettes? When a mind unfettered by dogma speaks of truth, society does not listen—it condemns. We fear what exists beyond the boundaries of tradition, resisting the notion that divinity is not a distant force but the very essence of our being.
Burn every doctrine, dismantle every governing body, erase every name given to the unseen, and still, this authority persists—not because it is real, but because the mind clings to the comfort of control. If the structures fall, chaos rises, yet from that chaos, a new order emerges. The cycle continues, a dance between imposed rule and untamed instinct, as humanity remains bound by its illusions.
We have long mistaken ourselves as subjects of a divine sovereign, yet the truth is far more unsettling: this supposed ruler is but a shadow cast by our fears and desires. We have not been governed—we have been governing. The leash we imagine around our necks is one we have placed upon ourselves, a tether to an idea we refuse to question.
To see beyond the illusion is to awaken to presence itself—a force neither ruling nor ruled, but simply existing. No divine master, no external lawgiver, only the boundless intelligence moving through all things. The true essence of being is neither subject nor sovereign, neither governed nor governing—it is the silent puppeteer, the hand and the string, the breath and the wind. And once the illusion is recognized, the question remains: Who is truly in control?
Morgan O. Smith
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Life unfolds with such precision that the mind struggles to grasp its vast orchestration. The perception of failure, regret, shame, and suffering dominates awareness, casting shadows over what is, at its core, an immaculate expression of existence. Each moment – whether embraced or resisted – carries the exact ingredients necessary for the unfolding of consciousness. Yet, the conditioned mind fixates on everything that appears to be going wrong, blind to the underlying intelligence at work.
Loss and gain, tragedy and triumph, despair and joy – these polarities form the rhythm of existence, much like the inhalation and exhalation of breath. Attempts to hold onto one and avoid the other only create suffering, for both are essential aspects of the whole. A divorce may seem like a failure, yet it may also be the precise catalyst needed for deeper self-realization. A lost job may ignite a path toward something more aligned. Even grief and devastation, as unbearable as they may seem, carve spaces within the soul for transformation.
The intellect rebels against such a notion. It demands explanations, seeking justice, fairness, and control. Yet life refuses to conform to human expectations. The waves crash as they will. The seasons turn without hesitation. The sun does not rise differently because of personal preferences. Everything operates with flawless precision, beyond human notions of right and wrong.
This does not mean passivity or indifference. Awakening to the perfection of life does not negate the impulse to act, heal, or create change. It deepens it. From a place of acceptance, actions arise not from resistance, but from clarity. Rather than fighting the current, there is an alignment with the flow, a movement that is both effortless and profound.
The paradox remain – that perfection is not what the mind expects. It does not mean everything feels pleasant or that suffering ceases to exist. It means that even suffering has its place. It means that whatever arises is not separate from the vast intelligence that moves all things. To see this is not to escape reality, but to meet it fully, beyond judgment, beyond resistance, beyond the illusion of disorder.
Perfection is staring back in every moment, waiting to be recognized.
Morgan O. Smith
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