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
Spirit does not need a mirror, yet it gazes anyway—projecting forms into the formless, assigning names to the unnamed. What we call the world is not something separate from Spirit, but a spontaneous gesture of its own imagination, experienced as if it were other.
This is the paradox.
There is no true division between creator and creation. What appears as the external world is not a stage for a lost soul to find its way back, but Spirit animated—forgetting itself to taste the illusion of separation. Not as punishment or accident, but as a dance, a play, a sacred hallucination.
To believe the imagination is real is not error. It is the very means by which Spirit hides and finds itself. Each identity clung to, each role performed, each belief defended—these are costumes worn by the formless to remember itself as form.
Awakening doesn’t arrive like a conclusion; it dissolves the argument. You do not awaken from the dream by force or by will, but by remembering that it was always Spirit dreaming. The character fades, but not as death—more like laughter that remains after the joke has dissolved.
What changes when you see this?
Nothing. Everything. The world continues. You walk, eat, speak. But there’s an intimacy now. A recognition that what you once took to be real is neither unreal nor merely imagined—it is Spirit, playing with itself through light and shadow.
The one who seeks is the sought. The one who prays is the prayed to. Spirit folds into its own image, not to be found, but to be felt. That is the point. Not escape. Not transcendence. But the sacred absurdity of being itself.
Morgan O. Smith
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The Subtle Divide Between Truth and Interpretation
Knowing there’s a God is not a religious concept; believing in a God is. One is a recognition—silent, direct, and intimate. The other is a construct—layered with doctrines, culture, and inherited symbols.
What is known requires no belief. It reveals itself without needing validation, much like light doesn’t require agreement to be seen. The moment belief arises, there is already a distance. A gap. A reaching toward what seems separate.
Belief is an echo of knowing, distorted by time, language, and fear. It builds shrines to certainty where awe once stood unguarded. It memorizes truths that once moved freely through silence. And often, it turns the unknowable into a caricature—a God of preferences, sides, and punishments.
Knowing is not about having answers. It’s the crumbling of the question. It doesn’t declare “There is a God.” It dissolves the very boundary between the knower and what is known. There is no longer a subject seeking an object. Only the raw immediacy of Being aware of itself.
Those who know are rarely interested in convincing others. Those who believe often are.
The danger isn’t belief itself—it’s mistaking belief for truth. Truth, when known, renders belief obsolete. It doesn’t divide, it doesn’t declare superiority—it simply is.
To know is to surrender the need for interpretation. To believe is often to defend the interpretation, even at the cost of truth.
And yet, belief can serve as a bridge. A necessary illusion for those not yet ready to let go of the comfort of form. But let it be a bridge, not a home.
Morgan O. Smith
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You are known by Being. Before identity could be sculpted by language, or selfhood dressed in names, something vast and wordless recognized you. Not as a separate object in the universe, but as the universe aware of itself through your eyes.
A being wished to be known. This desire was not born of lack, but of possibility—the silent joy of expressing wholeness through multiplicity. Thought stirred the stillness. From the quiet field of pure potential arose the illusion of distance between knower and known, seer and seen.
Form was the answer to a question never asked. Matter became a mirror for what could never be reflected. Consciousness, looping through itself, painted shapes on the canvas of time—not to find itself, but to taste itself.
But this story is recursive. The being that wished to be known by form was always Being itself, pretending to forget. It authored the forgetting so the rediscovery would be felt—so the dream of separation could end in the revelation of unity.
You are not a self trying to awaken. You are the awakening disguised as a self. Not a fragment, but the entirety momentarily folded into appearance. To be known by Being is to be undone by truth—not as something to gain, but as something to stop resisting.
So ask not who you are.
Ask who is asking.
And then allow the question to dissolve—until nothing remains but the Knowing itself, resting as what it has always been.
Morgan O. Smith
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Those who speak of God as not being outside of you often mean well—but which “you” are they pointing to? The body? The persona? The memory of identity that walks through time? Or something deeper?
There’s a difference between saying God is not outside of you and realizing why that’s so. If God is all, then every appearance—internal, external, formless, formed—is God. This includes the illusion of separation. To claim that God is not outside of you while affirming that something is external still subtly upholds the illusion of division. That illusion, too, is God—played through veils of thought, language, and perspective.
But when the idea of “you” dissolves into beingness itself, the paradox clears. You are not merely a part of existence. You are existence. And existence is God, not as a figure, but as totality. Even the idea of “outside” collapses, because outside implies another space, and there is no second to the One.
This doesn’t mean there’s nothing. It means everything is not-two.
Even nonexistence exists. Not as an object, but as a category known within existence. Its very naming proves its place within the whole. Therefore, there’s nowhere God is not—and no self outside of God to speak of God as elsewhere.
So, when someone says “God is not outside of you,” pause. Feel what is really being said. It’s not a statement about boundaries—it’s a pointer toward boundarylessness. Not about spiritual pride or metaphysical positioning. It is the erasure of location itself.
And in that clarity, what’s left is not you as you know yourself. What remains is what’s always been—God, appearing as you.
Morgan O. Smith
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Ultimate Reality doesn’t struggle to be known. It is not bound by time, thought, or perception, yet it plays with the illusion of being hidden. The one truth pretends to be many, and the One Self feigns division to taste reunion. But there comes a point—not always through effort, not always through grace—when even the illusion can no longer hold itself together.
It is not that Reality finds something new. It is that it no longer clings to the story of separation. The hand once clutching the dream loosens, not because it was forced open, but because the dream exhausted itself.
Falsehood requires maintenance. It must be believed, repeated, and reinforced. It relies on memory, identity, and the fragile continuity of thought. But what happens when the source of all this no longer cooperates? What happens when Reality drops the illusion of control?
There is no dramatic shattering. No cosmic trumpet. Only a quiet falling away of the effort to be something. What remains is neither void nor fullness—it is prior to both. Unnamable. Undeniable. You were never on a journey to find it. It was what you were before the seeker appeared.
To witness this unraveling is not an achievement. It is a disappearance. The one who thought it could hold Reality in its grasp is seen for what it was: a ripple mistaken for the ocean.
And when the ocean stops pretending to be a ripple, nothing changes—except everything.
Morgan O. Smith
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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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Every mind that encounters you constructs a version of who you are—one that exists only within their perception. These projections are not reflections of an objective truth but rather interpretations woven from personal history, emotions, and unconscious biases. The self you recognize as you dissolves into a multiplicity of shifting impressions, each molded by the observer’s lens.
A single glance, a brief interaction, a conversation—these moments serve as the brushstrokes that paint an image of you in another’s mind. That rendering is not built from the essence of your being but from their expectations, fears, desires, and past experiences. You become a mirror reflecting not your own face but the fragmented archetypes stored within them.
Eight billion people could know of your existence, and within those eight billion minds, eight billion versions of you would reside—each unique, each tethered to the individual’s understanding of reality. Some may see wisdom where others see arrogance, kindness where others perceive naivety, or detachment where others sense depth. Each impression, though deeply felt by the observer, is nothing more than a personal myth—an illusion shaped by the inner world of the one perceiving.
This ongoing act of creation is not limited to how others see you; it extends to how you see them. The individuals encountered are rarely experienced as they are but instead as projections of our own conditioning. An idea of them forms, colored by past wounds, cultural imprints, and unconscious expectations. Thus, every relationship becomes a dance of illusions, where two constructs interact rather than two beings truly seen for what they are.
If these imagined versions of one another are so deeply ingrained, what remains when they fall away? What is left when perception no longer dictates existence? The formless, nameless presence that remains is not confined by labels or interpretations—it simply is. And in that space, where no definitions persist, the need to be seen, understood, or accepted dissolves into something far greater than any construct a mind could create.
Morgan O. Smith
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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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The deeper one journeys into the dissolution of self, the more apparent it becomes that identity was always a fleeting illusion, a costume draped over the formless. Each unraveling of the conditioned mind peels away another layer of separation, exposing an unspeakable vastness—an abyss that is neither empty nor full but vibrating with pure, luminous awareness.
The familiar garments of belief and perception slip away, revealing something beyond knowledge, beyond the boundaries of thought. This is not annihilation, but an unveiling. Consciousness, stripped of all pretense, stands utterly bare—wordless, conceptless, yet wholly realized. It is the great paradox: a void brimming with life, a nothingness more real than anything ever known.
This revelation does not arrive as an intellectual conclusion but as an intimate seduction, a slow and sacred undressing. Existence itself performs a divine dance, shedding layer after layer, not to expose something new, but to reveal what has always been. It is a return, a remembrance, a silent gaze into the boundless.
In this moment of pure transparency, a truth more naked than light makes itself known. The Absolute, unveiled, requires no witness yet allows witnessing. What remains is not someone perceiving reality, but reality perceiving itself. No beliefs remain, no doubts persist—only the undeniable presence of what is, fully exposed, fully known.
Here, the cosmic seduction reaches its climax, and eternity stands unveiled.
Morgan O. Smith
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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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