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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The Unveiling of Eternity

A Sacred Disrobing

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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