Tag: nonduality

Beyond the Great Divide

White Supremacy, Caste, and the Collapse of Constructed Hierarchies through Nondual Perception

What happens to white supremacy when whiteness is no longer seen as a centre?
What becomes of caste when the hierarchy collapses into the unbroken Whole?
These aren’t abstract questions, but intimate ruptures in perception that strike at the root of separation.

From the nondual view, the machinery of supremacy and caste is not just unethical—it is illusory. A dream born of mistaken identity. These systems persist because the world is filtered through the lens of difference. They rely on “me” and “you,” “above” and “below,” “pure” and “impure.” Once those constructs dissolve, the scaffolding that held them together trembles.

To see with undivided awareness is not to turn away from injustice—it is to see it with such clarity that the illusion loses power.

The mind behind supremacist ideology must first construct a self that is isolated, then build defences around that self using race, status, bloodline, and geography. But once this boundary is questioned—not through philosophy, but through direct experience—an entire civilization of “better than” collapses into silence.

There is no whiteness in the Absolute. No Brahmin, no Dalit. No legacy of conquerors, no lineage of slaves. These roles, though ferociously enacted on the stage of form, do not survive the fire of presence. They belong to the play of names and forms—real enough to cause suffering, yet ultimately not what is.

Nonduality does not excuse or erase suffering. It reveals the mechanisms that perpetuate it: misidentification, grasping, and fear. And it points to the only true revolution—the recognition of what was never divided.

When someone rooted in supremacist delusion awakens to the groundless reality of Being, they are not offered a spiritual bypass, but a mirror. One that reflects every role played, every belief clung to, and the emptiness beneath them all. This is not comfort. It is unmaking.

Likewise, those dehumanized by caste are not told to ignore injustice. Rather, they are invited to witness that their essence was never touched by degradation. The soul, if we may call it that, has no fingerprints. No brand of subjugation can mark the formless.

The end of separateness is not utopia. It is not the promise of a better structure. It is the absence of structure where no one rules and no one serves. Where self and other melt into something wordless.

Once you know yourself as that which sees without division, supremacy is not just immoral—it’s absurd. The belief that one appearance of the Whole is more worthy than another is like believing one wave owns the ocean.

And so, from this stillness, something radical emerges: not activism rooted in identity, but action arising from unity. Compassion that does not pity, but recognizes itself. Justice that is not vengeance, but restoration of clarity. Love that is not sentimental, but annihilating.

The real threat to white supremacy and caste is not education alone, nor protest alone. It is the awakening of even one being to what cannot be divided. For when the illusion of separation dies, the systems built upon it cannot survive.

Morgan O. Smith

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What Can I Control?

A Nondual Reflection on the Illusion of Distinction

From a young age, we are taught to divide reality into two columns: what belongs to us and what belongs to others, what we can shape and what is beyond reach. This dualistic framework—“mine” versus “not mine,” “inner” versus “outer”—seems practical, especially when navigating the everyday world. But there comes a moment, often brought on by grace or deep inquiry, when this neat partition dissolves, and all that remains is undivided suchness.

From a conventional perspective, distinguishing between the self and the other is wise. One learns to take responsibility for thoughts, feelings, and actions while relinquishing attempts to control the mental and emotional weather of others. Yet this distinction is ultimately a mirage from the viewless view of Nonduality. There are no separate selves, no isolated thoughts floating inside “my” head, no truly foreign behaviour arising “over there.”

The very idea of control is a construct built atop the illusion of separation. In the deepest experience of pure awareness, even the one who seeks control disappears. There is only the arising of thoughts, feelings, actions, and phenomena within a seamless field of being. The idea that “my” thoughts are within “my” control is as illusory as the belief that someone else’s behaviour is truly “theirs.”

And yet, following such an experience, life continues. The body-mind returns to its rhythms. It begins again to label, to assign, to plan. What then? One doesn’t unlearn the insight. Instead, there arises a profound shift—a knowing that while dualistic functioning remains useful in relative existence, the truth of no-boundary consciousness pervades it all.

Over time, particularly as one matures into what Integral Theory calls the integral stage of development, a synthesis emerges. The subjective and the objective no longer stand opposed. Responsibility is no longer about control—it becomes an expression of harmony. One can hold space for others’ words and actions without trying to fix them, just as one can engage one’s thoughts and behaviours without clinging to the illusion of authorship.

There is no inside or outside. No one to control, and nothing to control. Just an unfolding—flawless in its mystery, unified in its movement.

Morgan O. Smith

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Meeting the Unknowable

Gazing into the Face of the Infinite

There may come a moment when stillness deepens, and the mind gives way to something vast and formless. No longer bound by identity, perception turns inward, unveiling a presence that has always been there—unseen, yet intimately familiar.

This is not the face reflected in mirrors or the self shaped by memory and experience. It is something far more primordial, resting beneath all layers of perception. It neither belongs to time nor is confined by space. It is the first and the last, the one who watches and the one being watched.

To encounter this presence is to witness creation itself—a fluid, luminous movement, folding and unfolding like breath. What appears as a single vision contains an entire cosmos, shifting and reforming in patterns beyond understanding. A current of knowing flows from it, carrying the weight of both stillness and storm, tenderness and terror. There is no contradiction—only the totality of what is.

This vision may stir awe, but it will also strip away illusion. The small self—the fragile construct of name, form, and history—begins to dissolve. The ego, unprepared for its own undoing, clings to the edges of familiarity. It resists, yet it cannot hold. The presence that once seemed separate reveals itself as the origin of all things.

Ancient myths have spoken of this encounter. Some say none can see it and live. But it is not the body that perishes—it is the illusion of separateness that fractures beyond repair. And while the mind trembles, something deeper recognizes the moment for what it is: a return, not a loss.

What once appeared unreachable was never distant. The face sought for lifetimes has always been the one looking through these eyes. The one seeking has always been the sought.

Standing before this presence is not to be destroyed but made whole.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Throne of Illusions

How the Mind Deifies Itself

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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Beyond the Threshold of Awareness

The Unutterable Presence

There exists a state beyond all conceptual understanding, a dissolution of every boundary that once defined existence. It is not merely an experience but an annihilation of the experiencer—a cataclysmic merging into the unfathomable. This is not illumination in the conventional sense; it is the collapse of all divisions, the vanishing point where emptiness and form cease to stand apart.

Words fracture under the weight of such an encounter. No language can capture what has neither shape nor limitation. It is the ultimate paradox—utter nothingness brimming with infinite potential. The moment one seeks to grasp it, it recedes into the void. And yet, it is always here, unshaken, untouched, the silent witness that has neither beginning nor end.

The attempt to articulate such a realization feels like trying to hold onto the wind. It cannot be contained, only lived. Every atom, every unfolding event, every whisper of movement in the cosmos is a testament to this unnamable presence. It is not separate from life but the very fabric of existence itself—an unspoken language through which reality reveals its nature.

The mind, conditioned by duality, cannot comprehend this dissolution. To see it is to stand at the precipice of all that was ever believed, to watch as identity crumbles into the abyss of truth. What remains is neither self nor other, neither light nor shadow—only the boundless expanse of that which is.

This is not a state reserved for the few. It is always available for those who dare to surrender, to dissolve into the vastness without resistance. But such surrender is not an act of will; it is the natural outcome of seeing clearly, of ceasing to grasp at the illusions that veil the obvious.

Some may call it the Absolute. Others, God. But even these are mere echoes of something that defies every attempt to name it. It is not found through seeking nor lost through ignorance. It simply is.

To those who approach the edge of this knowing, there is only one certainty—what awaits beyond is not an experience to be had but the final recognition that there was never anything but this.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Child and the Keeper of Walls

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

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The Collapse of Illusion

Navigating the Aftermath of Awakening

Reality fractures in a single instant, revealing itself as something altogether ungraspable. The moment of absolute recognition—the unfiltered, direct encounter with Truth—tears through the mind like a bolt of cosmic lightning, leaving no belief unshaken, no identity intact. The self, as it was once understood, dissolves into the vastness, leaving behind nothing but raw awareness.

A revelation of such magnitude is both exhilarating and devastating. The world remains as it was, yet nothing remains the same. The return to ordinary existence feels disjointed, as if waking from a dream only to realize the dream is what was once called life. Conversations that once held meaning now seem hollow, ambitions that once fueled passion now appear weightless. The social frameworks that once dictated identity—the career, the friendships, the personal convictions—suddenly feel like distant echoes of a forgotten language.

A solitude arises, not necessarily by choice, but as an inevitable consequence of perceiving beyond the familiar constructs. People speak, but the words seem veiled in a fog of assumptions and conditioned perspectives. What was once music now carries an indescribable depth, revealing textures previously unnoticed. Colours take on a vibrancy beyond sight, whispering truths beyond language. The ordinary world hums with a resonance that cannot be explained, only felt.

Attempting to articulate the experience proves futile. Language stumbles over itself, unable to capture the unspeakable. Those who listen often respond with polite nods, skepticism, or outright dismissal. A few may lean in with genuine curiosity, yet without direct experience, understanding remains confined to intellectualization. Words, at best, become poetic approximations, metaphors stretching toward something that cannot be contained within the mind.

This is the paradox of awakening. The very moment that reveals the boundless unity of existence also exposes the fragmented nature of human perception. The mind wants to categorize, to make sense, to translate the infinite into the finite. But Truth is not something to be grasped; it is something to be surrendered into.

Isolation does not come from arrogance, nor from a desire to detach, but from the realization that much of what once passed as reality was a mirage. The process of reintegration is neither smooth nor predictable. There is grief in letting go of the known, yet immense freedom in no longer being bound by it. What remains is a quiet certainty—an understanding that cannot be proven, only lived.

This path is not for the faint-hearted. It is not about enlightenment as an achievement or an identity. It is about dissolution. It is about dying before death. And in that dissolution, what remains is the eternal presence, the silent witness, the infinite unfolding of what has always been.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Day Everything Dissolved

A Journey into Absolute Oneness

A single moment can shatter every belief held about existence, leaving behind a clarity that words struggle to contain. After many years of deep meditation, everything I had been searching for revealed itself—not as a concept, not as an experience, but as the undeniable reality of being.

The shift arrived without warning. Reality no longer appeared as separate fragments; it was a single, indivisible whole. Every notion of self, identity, or distinction between observer and observed vanished. It wasn’t an intellectual realization—it was direct, immediate, and irreversible.

A profound sense of unity pervaded every fiber of existence. The universe was not something outside of me, nor was I an entity moving through it. The universe was expressing itself through me, as me, and through everything else in an infinite, harmonious unfolding.

A rush of energy surged through my being. Every cell seemed to bloom with an indescribable vitality. It was as if the boundaries of my body had dissolved, and awareness had become the vast, boundless expanse that held all things. Love was not an emotion—it was the very substance of existence, pouring through every breath, every movement, every atom.

Time lost its meaning. There was no past to remember, no future to anticipate—just an eternal presence in which all things unfolded simultaneously. Life and death were no longer opposites but part of the same undivided continuum, endlessly appearing and dissolving in a cosmic rhythm.

The mind struggled to grasp what the heart understood effortlessly. Every belief about individuality, separation, and limitation had been undone in a single instant. The concept of surrender took on an entirely new meaning. There was nothing left to resist—only the freefall into the effortless flow of existence.

Moments stretched into days, weeks, and months, each revealing deeper layers of this unfolding. The heart expanded into a depth of compassion that embraced everything—human struggle, cosmic intelligence, the raw beauty of impermanence. Gratitude arose not as a practice but as the natural expression of this vast interconnectedness.

Even now, words barely graze the surface of what transpired. To speak of it is to fragment it, to reduce the ineffable into language. Yet, something within compels the sharing, not as an attempt to explain, but as an invitation—an open door to those who sense that beyond all concepts, beyond all seeking, something boundless is already present, waiting to be remembered.

Morgan O. Smith

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Where Shadows and Light Embrace

Where Shadows and Light Embrace

(This is based on my peak experiences between 2008 and 2010.)

There is a place beyond division, where opposites are no longer adversaries but reflections of a greater whole. Here, light does not conquer darkness, nor does darkness obscure light—they move as one, dissolving the illusion of separation.

The burdens of material existence, once heavy with expectation and illusion, no longer bind me. The false self, shaped by desire and attachment, was a fleeting shadow—one I have stepped beyond. What once felt like chains were merely unexamined beliefs, crumbling like dust in the presence of truth.

Freed from the illusions that distorted my sight, I now witness the world in its unfiltered radiance. This reality, stripped of falsehoods, does not hide behind fleeting impressions or conditioned interpretations. Everything reveals itself as it is—whole, raw, unmasked.

Liberation is not an escape but an arrival. I walk through the threshold of paradise, not as a departing soul but as one fully present. Each step on this earth, this living being we call Gaia, leaves an imprint—an offering of awareness, an echo of presence. Heaven is not a distant realm but the seamless unity of what has always been.

Morgan O. Smith

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Beyond the Veil of Illusions

The Great Unknowing

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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