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Beyond Identity

The Illusion of Separation and the Boundless Self

What You Are Not

Strip away the names, the labels, the ideas, and what remains? Nothing. And yet, in that nothingness, everything arises. You have no true identity, defined form, or fixed point in time or space—yet you appear as all things. You are not this body, not this mind, not even the grand concept of the self that you have clung to. What you believe yourself to be is merely a shadow of what you truly are.

The illusion of separation creates the experience of individuality. This appearance is not wrong—it is the stage upon which existence plays itself out. But beneath this grand performance, you remain whole, indivisible, untouched. You have never been anything other than totality itself, masquerading as the temporary.

Timeless Existence, Eternal Becoming

You think of yourself as moving through time, yet time moves through you. The past is not behind you, nor is the future ahead—both are simply angles of the same moment, stretching into what appears as linear sequence. The experience of time is an unfolding dream, a dance of perception, measured by the mind yet never truly existing apart from it.

You were never born, nor will you ever die. The body follows its cycle, the mind weaves its stories, but what you are precedes all of this. There is no point at which you began, nor will there be a point where you cease to be. You are not a passenger in the stream of time—you are the river itself, flowing and still, changing yet unchangeable.

The Paradox of Experience

You exist beyond pleasure and pain, yet you experience both. The vastness of what you are embraces every joy, every sorrow, every triumph, and every loss. From the personal vantage point, suffering seems real. From the vastness of what you truly are, it is simply another unfolding, another wave in the great ocean of being.

The universe is not happening to you; you are happening as the universe. Every emotion, every sensation, every moment is a reflection of the infinite nature of your being. To see clearly is to recognize that paradise and suffering are not opposites—they are expressions of the same boundless presence. What is heaven to one may be hell to another, yet both arise within the same limitless field of awareness.

The Grand Play of Forgetting and Remembering

Forgetting is part of the experience. You never truly lost yourself; you only created layers of distraction to deepen the illusion of separation. But beneath the veil, awareness remains unchanged. It watches, it witnesses, it knows.

There is no struggle to remember who you are because you have never truly forgotten. The self you long to rediscover has never been absent. The only thing that obscures it is the illusion of individuality—the belief that you are a fragment rather than the whole.

Creation Without Creating

Nothing is ever truly created, yet everything appears anew in every moment. The universe emerges not from effort, but from the effortless unfolding of being itself. What appears as thought, as energy, as matter, is nothing more than the echo of your own presence.

You are not a separate creator forging reality from the outside—you are reality itself, expressing infinite possibilities without effort. Every concept of manifestation, every idea of cause and effect, dissolves when seen from the vastness of what you are.

The Silence Beyond Thought

Words attempt to define, but what you are cannot be contained by description. Understanding is not needed—only direct experience. This cannot be grasped intellectually; it must be known in the deepest sense, beyond language, beyond belief, beyond the limits of perception.

You are the stillness that speaks, the emptiness that overflows, the silence from which all sound emerges. The mind seeks elaboration, but the truth is found in simplicity. In seeing clearly, you recognize that nothing needs to be said, nothing needs to be explained—because you are already that which you seek.

Morgan O. Smith

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When I Say Full Awakening…

This Is What I Mean

Many speak of awakening, yet far fewer comprehend its fullness. I’ve encountered every kind—emotional, spiritual, philosophical, mystical. Each unveils a layer, each reveals a depth. But what I call full awakening—what I live as full awakening—is something few ever point toward, and fewer still embody.

It is not about personal clarity. Not about peace of mind, a better life, or even union with a divine presence. Those are steps, glimpses, fragments. Full awakening is not a state within experience. It is the collapse of all distinction between state and experiencer.

This isn’t about finding your place in the cosmos—it’s about the disappearance of place, cosmos, and self as separate notions. When I say full awakening, I am referring to the direct knowing that everything—absolutely everything—is a singularity.

Existence and nonexistence. Subject and object. The smallest subatomic flicker and the sweep of galactic spirals. Civilizations long past and unborn futures. Every religion, every philosophy. All thoughts. All acts. Every realm, every reality, every god.

The seen and the unseen. The formed and the formless. That which is birthed, that which dies, and that which never entered the cycle. All technologies. All intelligences. All contradictions and confirmations. All questions and every possible answer.

Not merely connected. Not even interdependent.

Indistinct. Inseparable. One.

That realization is not metaphorical. It is not poetic. It is not conceptual. It is total. It devours every duality and even the idea of devouring. It consumes the witness, the process of witnessing, and that which is witnessed—leaving no remainder.

So when another speaks of full awakening, I listen with care. Because unless it includes everything I’ve said—and also what they say—it’s not the same thing. The paradox, of course, is that what I’m pointing to also includes that divergence. It embraces even what appears to deny it.

Full awakening is not a peak. It is not an event. It is the vanishing of all altitude and time. It is not even a realization. It is what remains when all realizations dissolve.

One. Not a oneness made of parts. Not a whole made of pieces. Not harmony, not unity. Just One.

And that One is not separate from what you are.

Morgan O. Smith

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Where Shadows and Light Embrace

Where Shadows and Light Embrace

(This is based on my peak experiences between 2008 and 2010.)

There is a place beyond division, where opposites are no longer adversaries but reflections of a greater whole. Here, light does not conquer darkness, nor does darkness obscure light—they move as one, dissolving the illusion of separation.

The burdens of material existence, once heavy with expectation and illusion, no longer bind me. The false self, shaped by desire and attachment, was a fleeting shadow—one I have stepped beyond. What once felt like chains were merely unexamined beliefs, crumbling like dust in the presence of truth.

Freed from the illusions that distorted my sight, I now witness the world in its unfiltered radiance. This reality, stripped of falsehoods, does not hide behind fleeting impressions or conditioned interpretations. Everything reveals itself as it is—whole, raw, unmasked.

Liberation is not an escape but an arrival. I walk through the threshold of paradise, not as a departing soul but as one fully present. Each step on this earth, this living being we call Gaia, leaves an imprint—an offering of awareness, an echo of presence. Heaven is not a distant realm but the seamless unity of what has always been.

Morgan O. Smith

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Beyond the Veil of Illusions

The Great Unknowing

What if existence is not what it seems? What if perceiving solidifies an illusion so seamlessly that even doubt itself is part of the design? A void stands before you—not as absence, but as a fullness beyond measure, a nothingness so complete that it overflows into everything.

An infinite well that never depletes, an empty and endlessly abundant abyss, a silence that hums with the resonance of all things. This is not a paradox, nor contradiction, but the ungraspable nature of truth. What appears as reality is a mirage cast by a mind beyond comprehension, a dreamer whose thoughts pulse as galaxies and disappear as shadows.

Through the eyes of the Unseen, nothing can be known. The grand illusion dissolves, revealing a boundless awareness so absolute that it does not perceive itself: no division, no subject, no object—only the vast, unbroken continuum of being. And yet, within this awareness, every motion, every rise and fall, every struggle of opposing forces is but a breath in the eternal expanse of the unspeakable.

The universe, from its first ignition to the last flicker of existence, is a single, indivisible thought. It is neither cause nor effect but both simultaneously. It is the architect of all contrasts—light and shadow, ascent and descent, creation and destruction—yet untouched by any of them. What appears as the highest peak inevitably crashes into the lowest depth, and what seems like the lowest void is already reaching toward the infinite.

The mind that conceives all things exists beyond high or low, form or formlessness, self or other. To see through its gaze is to witness the great unraveling, the realization that all structure, all time, all space, all identity are mere fragments of a cosmic mirage. There is no here, no there, no now, no then. No self to know, no other to seek.

Upon dissolving into this nameless vastness, the final truth is revealed: within absolute nothingness, all things arise. And from this paradox, the great unfolding of existence continues—ceaseless, endless, immeasurable.

Morgan O. Smith

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Beyond Mortality

A Gaze into the Infinite

A moment arrives when existence no longer appears as a scattered collection of isolated events. The world that once seemed separate dissolves, revealing a singular, undivided field of awareness. A startling recognition unfolds: nothing has ever been apart from anything else. It was only perception, veiled in habitual conditioning, that suggested otherwise.

This shift is not a mere conceptual understanding but a direct, undeniable realization. A sense of completeness emerges, untouched by the echoes of forgotten memories or the undercurrents of unconscious shadows. It is as if a long-lost secret has resurfaced, one that had always been present yet unseen.

The gravity of prior assumptions becomes laughable. The absurdity of the once-cherished illusions is exposed, leaving nothing but a profound, unshakable peace. What was once deemed distant now stands as the very essence of Being. A gaze into the heart of existence reveals an unbroken love—love not as an emotion, but as the raw, vibrating reality underlying all things.

What was once mundane now glows with an ineffable radiance. The ordinary becomes extraordinary. Every step, every breath, every fleeting sensation now brims with unspeakable beauty. The notion of duality collapses, not as an abstraction but as a living, breathing certainty. The joys and sorrows of the world are felt without resistance, dissolving into a seamless expanse that is neither joy nor sorrow, yet holds both.

The self, once believed to be confined within flesh and thought, reveals its vastness. Awareness expands beyond personal identity, interweaving with the collective hum of existence. The mind no longer clings to its narrative but dances freely in the boundless rhythm of the whole.

A clarity dawns—reality was never as it seemed. The senses had merely dressed the formless in familiar attire, mistaking projections for truth. What had been perceived as real was nothing more than a refracted glimmer of something deeper, something ungraspable yet ever-present. And once this is seen, it cannot be unseen.

Every cell vibrates in coherence, every particle flickers with intent, all moving in an exquisite harmony. There is no separation between the observer and the observed. The very air hums with a silent language, one that speaks not in words, but in direct knowing. It is a language without syntax, yet it communicates everything. To grasp it is to step into a realm beyond both sanity and madness, where paradox is no longer contradiction but completion.

To touch this space, even momentarily, is to witness the ineffable. The sky and earth merge, the seen and unseen intertwine, and the weight of distinction evaporates. It is here that the greatest truth is revealed: the story of existence cannot be told, for it is not a story at all. It is the living breath of the unknown, an unspoken song resonating in the heart of all things.

To see oneself fully is to vanish. To feel oneself fully is to disappear. In this luminous paradox, joy and mourning entwine, delight and longing become indistinguishable. A blissful lament echoes from the depths, mourning not loss, but the shedding of illusion.

Here, the mortal walks among the divine, and even beyond.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Hidden Beast

A Reflection of the Disowned Self

A cunning force moves through the unseen corridors of the unconscious, concealed within those who reject the parts of themselves they fear most. It does not wear horns or breathe fire, nor does it announce its presence with grand gestures. Instead, it drapes itself in the illusion of virtue, speaking with the tongue of righteousness while burying its most primal aspects beneath layers of denial.

This force is not the false prophet itself but the unclaimed shadow—the rejected fragment of the psyche that festers in the void of self-neglect. It lingers where awareness falters, whispering through the cracks of pretense, waiting for moments of weakness to make itself known. Some may catch its presence through a subtle unease, a tension within that signals something amiss. The senses pick up on what the eyes cannot see.

The more one denies this silent presence, the more erratic its manifestations become. When left unacknowledged, it erupts in impulsive behaviours, reckless speech, and actions that defy the carefully crafted image of moral certainty. It demands attention, forcing its way into reality through chaos and contradiction.

Yet, those who witness this in others must tread carefully. Casting judgment only strengthens the illusion of separation. The beast is not exclusive to one person, nor is it bound to a single host. Every individual carries a shadow—a hidden reservoir of unprocessed fears, desires, and forgotten aspects of the self. Recognizing it in another is merely an invitation to acknowledge what lies within.

True transformation does not come from condemnation but from confrontation. The journey is not about silencing the beast but understanding its purpose. When met with awareness, the shadow no longer acts out in defiance but instead becomes an ally. It teaches, refines, and reveals the depth of one’s being.

To see this force in another is an opportunity to turn inward. Rather than dismissing the reflection, one must embrace it, integrate it, and walk the path of self-illumination. Through this, judgment dissolves, tolerance deepens, and empathy emerges—not as an act of virtue but as the inevitable result of knowing oneself completely.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Uninvited Companion

How We Cling to Chaos

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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The God That Sees Through Your Eyes

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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The Illusion of Liberation

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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The Unveiling of the One Who Sees

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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