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
Longing for something greater, people shape deities from their deepest desires. Whether in objects, people, or ideals, devotion is placed upon symbols that mirror the unclaimed beauty within. The mind projects worth onto what seems external, never realizing that every idol is a reflection of an aspect of the self yet to be acknowledged.
Attachments form because something appears to be missing. A void is felt, and the world is searched for something to fill it. Objects become sacred, ideals turn into absolute truths, and figures of admiration rise to divine status. Not because they hold any inherent power, but because they embody what is believed to be absent in oneself.
A silent agreement is made: idols do not judge. Unlike the conflicted mind, they hold no contradictions, no inner turmoil, no weaknesses. Worship becomes an escape, a temporary relief from the weight of self-doubt. Celebrities, leaders, and public figures appear to stand beyond the chaos of thought, seemingly free from the struggles of ordinary existence. Until the illusion collapses, revealing that they too are bound by the same unseen chains.
Every idol, whether shaped in metal or memory, is nothing more than an echo of the forgotten self. The search for something to worship is the search for the parts of oneself that have been disowned. What is revered in another is what has not yet been embraced within.
The longing for something outside is merely the mind seeking its own wholeness. The moment this is realized, idols fall away, and what was once sought in another is found in the silence of one’s own being.
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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A seeker walking the delicate balance between opposites may one day find themselves at the threshold of the most profound realization imaginable. A moment beyond all description, where the entirety of existence collapses into a singularity of knowing. Not a knowing of the intellect, but of something far deeper—an understanding so complete that it dissolves all doubt, all separation, and all longing.
This is the moment of total arrival, the point at which all seeking ceases because there is nothing left to seek. The mind, body, and soul align in a way that makes all past experiences seem like faint whispers of truth. The illusion of boundaries vanishes, revealing the pristine reality that has always been present—an awakening not to something new, but to what has been hidden in plain sight.
Within this instant, fulfillment is no longer an aspiration but a living force vibrating through every cell. The distinction between subject and object crumbles, and what remains is a radiant presence, an unshakable unity. The notion of a separate self fades like mist before the rising sun, and what is left is a boundless openness, an expanse where nothing is missing.
Words fail. Concepts falter. Language collapses under the weight of such an occurrence. It is neither thought nor feeling, neither sensation nor perception. It is an unnameable state where the dance of duality finally rests. It would be as elusive as the silence between heartbeats if there were a word for it. A paradox that cannot be dissected, only lived.
Reaching this pinnacle does not come from effort alone or from waiting in passive expectation. It is not a reward for discipline or devotion, yet it is freely given to those who surrender all pretense of control. It arrives not as a thunderous event but as a gentle revelation, as if the universe exhales and everything becomes clear.
And in that clarity, tears may fall—not from sorrow, nor joy, but from the sheer intensity of realization. The great mirage of the self dissolves, leaving only the recognition that there was never anything to grasp, nothing to claim, nothing to own. Just a pure, unshakable knowing that transcends all dichotomies.
Some will wonder how long it takes to arrive at such a moment. But time is irrelevant here. The moment is neither ahead nor behind—it is always now, waiting to be seen. To those who ask, “How do I reach it?” the only answer is: Stop. Be still. Listen.
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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A radical and absolute dissolution of the self can feel like the sudden eruption of countless luminous buds, each carrying the potential of boundless awakening. What was once dormant within the hidden layers of existence surges forth, transforming into a vast, celestial garden of consciousness. This sacred flowering is not gradual—it is immediate, all-encompassing, and beyond the grasp of any fragmented perception that once sought to define itself in opposition to the whole.
From this unfolding arises the Seven Blossoms of Illumination, radiating from the vertical axis of the subtle body, culminating in the supreme effulgence beyond the crown. This pinnacle, indescribable and infinite in its reach, is the final flowering—an uncontained expression of full spiritual actualization. Though ancient texts depict it as a thousand-petaled lotus, its true essence is far beyond numerical symbolism. To the one who witnesses this cosmic unfolding, it appears as an immeasurable expanse of radiance, where each petal is a revelation, and every revelation is a gateway to yet another boundless dimension of being.
What was once perceived as the boundary between self and existence dissolves entirely. There is no longer an entity observing the experience—there is only the experience itself, moving in an unceasing flow of totality. The awakened one comes to know, beyond all doubt, that this ever-expanding bloom is not a phenomenon confined to a single moment, but rather the eternal flowering of all awareness. Each petal carries the seed of the infinite, planted within the boundless field of perfection that has never known division.
Those who persevere on the path of deep inner inquiry eventually witness this flowering within themselves. They no longer see separation between their being and the total expression of existence itself. The illusion of fragmentation is seen through, and all that remains is the luminous beauty of complete and unshakable presence. This is not a state one enters—it is the recognition of what has always been.
Morgan O. Smith
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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 comes a moment when the dissolution of identity is no longer a metaphor, but an unmistakable reality. What once seemed separate—self and other, observer and observed—vanishes into the great singularity that is neither governed by measure nor confined by perception. In that unveiling, it becomes self-evident that existence is not a sum of parts, nor an interplay of subject and object, but an indivisible wholeness beyond all duality. The infinite, unbound by any law, does not require validation—it simply is.
No longer an idea or a belief, the One stands as an undeniable presence—an unshakable certainty. This knowing bypasses thought, untouched by structure or interpretation. It is direct, unfiltered, immediate, and absolute. Once shackled by questions, the mind ceases its restless inquiry, for the answer is not separate from the questioner. Here, the eternal does not unfold in time; it is the ever-present now, where past and future collapse into a singular, timeless recognition.
This realization is not a possession of the mind, nor an achievement of effort. It is a boundless, all-pervading awareness that, when touched, annihilates the illusion of separation. The seeker dissolves into that which was sought. Love ceases to be an emotion—it is revealed as the very substance of all things, the living essence of existence itself.
To encounter this absolute presence is to stand at the threshold of an unfathomable vastness, where even awe is devoured by the sheer immensity of being. What remains is neither silence nor sound, neither stillness nor movement, but an overflowing fullness beyond description. No imitation, no concept, no sublime experience in the relative world can parallel this recognition. It is pure actuality—without form, without boundary, yet wholly complete.
Those who glimpse this cannot return unchanged. The mind may attempt to grasp it, but the knowing is already deeper than thought. What was once seen as limitation is revealed as boundless freedom. What was once sought outside is known to be ever-present. And in that recognition, the paradox dissolves, leaving only That Which Is.
Morgan O. Smith
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