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
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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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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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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Many have longed to grasp the mystery of existence, to touch the essence of something vast, limitless, and wholly beyond the conditioned intellect. Some wander outward, chasing knowledge across lifetimes, while others, weary of the chase, turn inward and dissolve into the revelation that the answer was never elsewhere.
There is a being who awakens, eyes once sealed now open, untethered from the weight of what was once mistaken for reality. This one recognizes that what they sought as God was never separate from themselves. Not a distant deity reigning above, nor a dogmatic construct built to cage the mind, but a living essence radiating through all things. They once believed this ideal self was an unreachable mirage, an aspiration always slipping beyond the grasp of physicality. But upon awakening, they no longer chase it—they become it.
What is this awakening? It is nothing more and nothing less than remembering how to imagine with the boundless wonder of a child. And not imagination as the mind toys with, but an intelligence so refined that it gives birth to worlds, perceives the invisible, and dances in the paradox of what is and what is not. The one who awakens does not strive to merge with God, for they see that this very merging is the illusion. There was never a separation to begin with.
Yet, alongside them walks another—one who clings tightly to a framework set in place long before their arrival. They follow the lines drawn by those who feared their depths, mistaking doctrine for truth and control for salvation. Their mind, fortified with walls of certainty, rejects the fluidity of growth. Anything that threatens their inherited beliefs is cast aside as danger, as corruption, as false prophecy.
The awakened one embraces their shadows, understanding that transformation does not come by denying the full range of human experience but by walking through the fire of it, unafraid to be burned. Shame is not an enemy to be conquered, nor is desire a force to be chained. They do not rush to crucify what it means to be fully human. Instead, they enter the chaos willingly, knowing that only by standing at the center of their own storm can they emerge as the calm itself.
Something miraculous happens in that surrender. The one who awakens watches their unfolding with wonder, like an artist witnessing a masterpiece take form in real time. Each step is both the path and the arrival, a self-created adventure where the destination remains unimportant. The act of movement itself—the curiosity, the play, the willingness to jump without knowing where they will land—is the divine act. The shimmering glow of their being is not a thing to be achieved but something they always were, now recognized at last.
Meanwhile, the fundamentalist stands still, mistaking their immobility for stability. Their beliefs, rigid and unyielding, have encased them in a fortress. To them, water is dangerous—too unpredictable, too wild. The awakened one drinks deeply from this same stream, intoxicated by its endlessness, while the fundamentalist sees it as a force of destruction, something to be feared and avoided at all costs.
Yet, both are children of the same source, actors within the same unfolding story. Neither is greater than the other, for both play their roles in the grand theater of existence. But only one of them has chosen to create the map of their becoming. Only one has dared to build a bridge where others have built walls.
So, the question arises: who would you rather be? The keeper of walls, or the architect of the infinite?
Morgan O. Smith
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(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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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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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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Most understand Turiya as the silent witness beyond waking, dreaming, and deep sleep. It is often considered the empty observer, untouched by the movements of mind, body, and experience. This perspective, though true, is not the full picture. The notion of an “empty witness” can still carry a subtle duality—a sense of something separate, detached, and standing apart from what it observes. Yet, Turiya is not merely a state one enters or a refuge from illusion; it is the foundation of all states and, ultimately, the realization that there was never an “other” to witness.
The empty witness is not just within the individual who reaches the fourth state of consciousness. That would suggest an inside and an outside, a seer and a seen. Turiya dissolves that illusion. It is not simply the background of experience but the existence of experience itself, witnessing its unfolding as everything.
To say that Turiya is merely an untouched observer is to misunderstand its nature. This assumption can lead to a false dichotomy, where one believes that ultimate truth lies in detachment alone. However, this view neglects the profound insight that the so-called witness is not separate from the world it observes. There is no distance between observer and observed, no boundary where witnessing begins or ends. It is all Turiya.
This recognition dismantles the very scaffolding of selfhood. The one who thought they were the observer disappears into the realization that the witnessing presence is not housed within them—it is existence itself, seeing, knowing, and being all things simultaneously.
What changes when this is seen? The sense of a separate self dissolves, revealing that awareness is not confined to a particular point of view. The wind moving through the trees, the laughter of a child, the pulse of the universe—all of it is the same knowing, the same presence. There is no need to “enter” Turiya because nothing has ever been outside of it.
This is not an experience to be gained, not a state to be reached. It is what has always been. The seeker who longed to discover it was never apart from it. The effort to grasp it was the very movement of Turiya exploring itself. There is only this, endlessly revealing itself to itself, never absent, never other than what is.
Morgan O. Smith
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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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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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