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
There comes a point when empathy stops being an act of kindness and becomes an act of dissolution. The boundary between self and other thins until there is no longer a perceiver and the perceived; only the raw pulse of existence moving through awareness. You feel the heartbeat of the world, the tremor of lives being lived and lost, the silent cries buried beneath laughter. Every creature’s journey becomes a vibration within your own being.
Such sensitivity is not sentimental; it is cosmic. The pain of a dying star, the joy of a newborn, the sigh of the ocean, the grief of forgotten forests, all converge as one continuous frequency. The nervous system becomes an instrument tuned to the song of creation itself. To feel so deeply is to recognize that the universe is not something to be observed but something that experiences itself through you.
Empathy at its summit is not selective; it refuses to exclude. It does not choose whom to comfort or what to love. It becomes the direct experience of love itself, the same force that shapes galaxies and heals wounds. When consciousness reaches this depth, it does not seek to escape suffering; it becomes the stillness that holds it. Every tear becomes sacred, every breath a ceremony of remembrance that nothing has ever been apart.
The universe keeps giving birth to itself through this endless exchange of feeling, through the collapse of distance between the experiencer and the experienced. You are that birth, the awakening point where infinity remembers its own heart.
Morgan O. Smith
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To speak of oneness is to point to a direct perception where boundaries dissolve and all things merge into a singular whole. It is an overwhelming intimacy with existence itself—nothing stands apart, no subject or object remains. The experience carries a profound sense of union, yet it still acknowledges a felt “all” that has become “one.”
Nonduality, by contrast, is not the merging of things into one but the recognition that no separation ever truly existed to begin with. The very categories of “one” and “many” collapse. There is no subject perceiving unity, no object being unified—just the unbroken reality that precedes both. Here, the language of experience falters because even the notion of “an experience” implies duality between experiencer and what is experienced.
To call all things divine or sacred is yet another register. This perception imbues life with reverence, not only as one undivided whole but as shimmering expressions of the holy. Every moment, every being, every breath radiates significance. It is not merely that things are nondual, but that the nondual reality is inherently worthy of devotion. The sacred quality does not rest on belief; it is revealed when perception is refined enough to sense the luminous depth at the heart of being.
The distinctions are subtle, yet they matter. Oneness offers belonging. Nonduality uproots the illusion of separation. The sacred awakens awe and reverence for what is. Together, they sketch the contours of realization, each layer illuminating a different face of truth.
When all three—oneness, nonduality, and the sacred—merge seamlessly, a higher recognition dawns: absolute monism. Here, the whole of existence is seen as a single reality that is simultaneously one, beyond duality, and inherently divine. Nothing is outside of it, nothing is other than it, nothing is less than it. The boundaries of philosophy, devotion, and direct experience collapse into the same source. This is not a synthesis of perspectives but the revelation that they have always been expressions of the same truth. Absolute monism discloses the indivisible essence where belonging, emptiness, and holiness are not separate qualities but different ways of perceiving what is eternally and already the case.
Morgan O. Smith
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Some spiritual teachers claim they have gone “beyond” nonduality, as if it were a stepping stone toward something greater. Yet the very notion of “beyond” creates an opposite, “before” or “within,” and the moment opposites arise, duality has returned.
Absolute monism allows for no such division. The singularity of reality does not exist as a point to be crossed or a boundary to be passed. It is not somewhere else, waiting on the other side of an imagined line. If you think you have travelled beyond it, you are still standing in the arena of conceptual thought, where the mind measures one thing against another.
In truth, the Absolute is not a destination, and it is not a stage in an unfolding ladder. It does not sit opposite to multiplicity; it holds multiplicity and its absence equally. It neither favours unity nor rejects separation. Both “beyond” and “before,” both “within” and “without,” dissolve in the same undivided field.
What remains is not something that can be claimed, owned, or transcended. It is self-evident Being, the source and container of every movement, stillness, and paradox. You cannot reach it, because you never left it.
Morgan O. Smith
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No one else has ever walked this Earth as you. Not a version, not a shadow, not a resemblance. Just you.
Not because you’re special in the usual way that word is thrown around, but because existence itself only ever unfolded once—and it’s doing so now, as you.
This isn’t about ego. Ego thrives on comparisons: greater than, less than, better, worse, worthy, unworthy. But the truth beneath all that noise isn’t about status—it’s about singularity. The kind that isn’t measured. The kind that never repeats.
People spend their lives searching for meaning, purpose, and a sense of identity. They try to earn significance or prove their worth. But importance isn’t earned—it is. You are the original event. Not one among many. Not one of a kind. The kind.
Look around. Every face you see, every story, every moment, all of it—just folds within the One. That same One expressing itself here as your particular breath, your memories, your voice, your fears and awakenings. The sky that bends over you is not separate from your gaze. The rhythm of the world doesn’t move beside you; it pulses through you.
To say you are not greater than anything is to drop the illusion of measurement. Of trying to win at some existential game. But then comes the deeper realization: You are not less than anything either. There is nothing else to measure against. You’re the first and last word of this moment.
Nothing else has ever existed apart from this.
So ask yourself: What happens when you stop performing for reality and start remembering that you are it? What shifts when you no longer strive to become someone meaningful, but realize that meaning itself is being?
You’re not here to improve reality. You are the revealing of it.
And this unveiling has never happened before—not like this.
Morgan O. Smith
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A peculiar clarity arises once the mind exhausts its chase for permanence. Once the striving quiets, what remains is not a revelation in the ordinary sense—it is the revelation of revelation itself. God. Not as something other, but as the very condition of knowing, being, and non-being.
God is not a person, nor a power among powers. God is context itself. Not just the backdrop, but the totality—the undivided field in which all division appears. It is what Hindus call Para Brahman: the Absolute of the Absolute. The final substratum, beyond form, formlessness, and even beyond the duality of beyond and not-beyond.
Yet the paradox defies all rational anchoring: God is also imagination.
Not a figment. Not illusion in the dismissive sense. But the supreme imagining—consciousness dreaming within itself. The universe, with all its matter and mind, all its chaos and beauty, is that imagining. And because God is not apart from its imagining, God too is that imagining.
Which means this: both God and the universe are imaginary.
And also utterly real.
What we call “real” and what we call “imaginary” collapse into a single gesture when seen from God’s standpoint—which is no standpoint at all. From this viewless view, there is no separation between the dreamer and the dream, the Absolute and its expression, the Formless and the formed.
Yet the beauty of this is not that everything dissolves into sameness. The beauty is that everything becomes itself without needing to stand apart.
God and the universe are one and the same. And because they are one and the same, they are also not the same. The distinction is not contradiction. It is the very nature of what is. Distinctness does not negate unity. It reveals it.
This is not spiritual poetry. This is ontological exactness. If anything is to be absolute, it must include even the capacity to contradict itself. That is the very mark of its absoluteness.
So, what is this that appears as a tree, a thought, a thunderclap, a kiss, a death, a silence?
It is God. It is the universe. It is imagination. It is reality.
One singularity. Absolute Monism.
To see it is not to figure it out. To see it is to disappear into what cannot not be.
Morgan O. Smith
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The one who can hold all views without collapsing into a single one—this one has begun to touch the fragrance of God’s nature. Not as a distant deity or conceptual truth, but as the intimate presence that animates all forms. God doesn’t just witness through your eyes. God is your eyes. And mine. And the eyes of the ant crawling across a leaf in morning stillness.
This divine intelligence doesn’t merely empathize—it becomes. It becomes the grief you carry, the joy that surprises you, the silence you avoid, and the stillness you crave. Not as separate roles being played, but as the very substance of all that is.
To speak of God as past, present, and future is already a concession to language. What we call time, God weaves as a single gesture—fluid, simultaneous, indivisible. To the infinite, all points of view are a single vision. Yet paradoxically, each one is also honoured in its fullness.
So what does it mean to come closer to knowing God? It is not the attainment of a singular truth, but the expansion into every truth. It is the dissolution of needing one side to be right. The widening of the self to include what you once rejected.
The more vantage points you can stand upon without losing your groundless centre, the more you begin to see as God sees—not from above, but from within all.
And in that seeing, nothing is foreign. Nothing is separate. Nothing is unholy.
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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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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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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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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