
Awakening Beyond Belief
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
Yinnergy Meditation/Neurofeedback, Spiritual Life Coaching & My Book, Bodhi in the Brain…Available Now!





