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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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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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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The mind constructs its ruler—a sovereign draped in reverence, sculpted from ideals we exalt but refuse to embody. This deity is not an external force but a projection of the highest aspects of ourselves, polished and placed on an altar beyond reach. It is the sum of virtues we admire but disown, an illusionary monarch fashioned by the governing voice of the psyche.
This entity—crafted from moral codes, cultural doctrines, and inherited beliefs—sits enthroned above the nature it was designed to suppress. It governs impulses deemed unruly, desires cast into shadow, and instincts labeled sinful. To tame the wildness within, the mind erects an overseer—one adorned in righteousness, one feared yet adored.
But this sovereign is nothing more than an elaborate mirage, a construct sustained by collective faith. Every attribute labeled “good” is stripped from the individual and projected outward, transformed into a divine presence we serve rather than integrate. This keeps virtue at a distance, shimmering like unreachable jewels in an unseen vault. The self, fragmented by this artificial hierarchy, remains divided—some aspects glorified, others buried in shame.
Like all forms of dominion, this imagined rulership thrives on submission. Fear fuels its reign, whispering myths of punishment and reward. The throne itself is upheld by those who kneel before it, unaware that they are the architects of their captivity. Yet, the power we assign to this fabricated ruler has always belonged to us. The virtues we attribute to it are the very qualities waiting to be reclaimed.
The moment one ceases to externalize greatness, the illusion collapses. No ruler remains—only an undivided self, whole and sovereign.
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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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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