Tag: Religion

Knowing vs. Believing

The Subtle Divide Between Truth and Interpretation

Knowing there’s a God is not a religious concept; believing in a God is.
One is a recognition—silent, direct, and intimate. The other is a construct—layered with doctrines, culture, and inherited symbols.

What is known requires no belief. It reveals itself without needing validation, much like light doesn’t require agreement to be seen. The moment belief arises, there is already a distance. A gap. A reaching toward what seems separate.

Belief is an echo of knowing, distorted by time, language, and fear.
It builds shrines to certainty where awe once stood unguarded. It memorizes truths that once moved freely through silence. And often, it turns the unknowable into a caricature—a God of preferences, sides, and punishments.

Knowing is not about having answers. It’s the crumbling of the question.
It doesn’t declare “There is a God.”
It dissolves the very boundary between the knower and what is known. There is no longer a subject seeking an object. Only the raw immediacy of Being aware of itself.

Those who know are rarely interested in convincing others.
Those who believe often are.

The danger isn’t belief itself—it’s mistaking belief for truth.
Truth, when known, renders belief obsolete.
It doesn’t divide, it doesn’t declare superiority—it simply is.

To know is to surrender the need for interpretation.
To believe is often to defend the interpretation, even at the cost of truth.

And yet, belief can serve as a bridge. A necessary illusion for those not yet ready to let go of the comfort of form. But let it be a bridge, not a home.

Morgan O. Smith

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Which You is God Within?

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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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 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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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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The Silent Witness of Truth

Two voices rise in heated exchange—one anchored in faith, the other in skepticism. They stand opposed, each convinced of their certainty, each attempting to dismantle the other’s foundation. Their words carry weight, their arguments sharpened by conviction, yet beneath the clashing ideologies, an unseen presence listens, unmoved.

Observing this, a realization dawns. Neither combatant holds the full measure of truth, yet together they sustain a delicate balance—two halves of an equation that unknowingly uphold the whole. One defends belief, the other champions reason, yet both are bound to the same unseen essence that animates their very thoughts. The paradox they refuse to entertain is the paradox they embody: truth exists beyond assertion, beyond belief and disbelief alike.

What remains when both voices fall silent? What exists beneath every question, beyond every answer? A presence, neither confined by doctrine nor diminished by doubt. It is not a belief to defend nor a theory to deconstruct. It is the stillness that remains when all concepts dissolve, the background against which all ideas emerge and fade.

This presence requires no validation, no allegiance, no name. It neither arises nor perishes, for it is not bound by time. It is the ever-present foundation upon which all things rest—the unseen essence that gives rise to both theist and the atheist, both the question and the answer.

And yet, words will always fall short. Language can point, but it cannot contain. Thought can probe, but it cannot grasp. Those who have peered into the mystery have only ever gestured toward it—whether in sacred texts or silent awe. To recognize it is not to name it, but to surrender the need for certainty.

Look around. Not with the eyes of belief or disbelief, but with the eyes that see before thought intrudes. Feel its presence—not as an idea, but as the undeniable is-ness of this moment. And when you do, offer it a quiet smile. It has always been smiling back.

Morgan O. Smith

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The God That Sees Through Your Eyes

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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The Illusion of Liberation

Phenomena arise, unfold, and dissolve, yet the mind grasps at them, seeking meaning through the lens of interpretation. This act of interpretation is inevitable, but the depth at which one engages with it determines whether understanding remains bound to illusion or expands into realization.

The mythical-magical stage of consciousness perceives reality through archetypes of power, divine will, and cosmic law. This stage gives birth to beliefs about cycles, reincarnation, and karmic loops—explanations that serve as scaffolding for those navigating the existential unknown. There is some truth to these interpretations, just as there is truth in every story we tell ourselves about existence. But truth is not confined to a single stage of development. It unfolds, revealing deeper nuances as perception matures.

Samsara—the wheel of birth, death, and rebirth—has been described as a prison. The path to liberation, as outlined in various traditions, involves transcending this cycle, attaining nirvana or moksha, where rebirth ceases. But even this is an interpretation, one that arises from a more advanced vantage point. The paradox is that what appears as bondage and liberation are not separate realities. Samsara and nirvana are not two. They are the same movement seen through different eyes.

No one is bound, and no one is freed. The concept of liberation implies that something was ever trapped. Yet, what is there to escape when there has never been confinement? The idea of imprisonment is a mind construct, just as freedom is. They depend on one another, forming a duality that collapses upon close inspection.

You are creation itself. Yet, nothing is truly being created. It only appears so. The dance of form and emptiness continues, yet nothing moves. This is the great paradox. The illusion is not that samsara exists—it does, just as dreams exist while sleeping. The illusion is believing that it is something to escape.

Awakening is not an arrival but the recognition that there was never a journey. The cycle persists for those who perceive cycles. Freedom exists for those who perceive bondage. But beyond perception, beyond conceptual grasping, there is only this—eternal, unchanging, and free, regardless of whether one calls it samsara or nirvana.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Unveiling of the One Who Sees

A mystic is not one who merely seeks, but one who has dissolved the veil between seeking and knowing. With eyes closed, they perceive what the open eye distorts. The world no longer appears as separate fragments, but as a singular, boundless presence—an endless unveiling of what has always been. The mystic does not arrive at truth; they awaken as it.

To walk this path is to pierce the illusion of division. No longer trapped in the dialectic of belief and doubt, the mystic abides by indirect knowledge. God is neither a concept nor an external force to be worshipped from a distance; the mystic recognizes divinity as the unbroken continuity of self. There is no subject bowing before an object—only the indivisible One playing within itself, as itself, for itself.

To wear the title of mystic is meaningless to the one who has become it. They no longer search for the divine in symbols or rituals but perceive the singular hand that animates all gestures. The faces of the many dissolve into the singular essence that has never ceased to be. Every mask, every name, every form is an expression of the unnamable, the silent witness of all that is.

The mystic stands at the threshold of paradox, no longer tethered to linear thought. They see themselves reflected in all things and all things reflected in them. The river that flows is not separate from the one who watches. The breath inhaled by the body is the same breath exhaled by the stars. Time itself is unmasked as a trick of perception, revealing the eternal now as the only reality that has ever been.

The greatest revelation is not in the solving of mysteries but in surrendering to them. The mystic does not dissect existence to understand it; they dissolve into it, allowing truth to unfold as it will. Certainty is discarded, yet in its place arises an unwavering knowing—the kind that neither wavers nor seeks validation.

And then, in a final paradox, the mystic steps beyond even this understanding. They see that the one who longed for enlightenment was but a role played by the vastness that was already free. No longer bound by labels or identities, they laugh at the cosmic joke—the realization that the seeker was never separate from the sought. The game of self-discovery continues, but the mystic is no longer bound by it. They are both the player and the stage, the dance and the stillness, the illusion and the truth.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Silent Puppeteer

The Illusion of a Divine Master

The notion of an all-powerful deity that dictates morality and enforces ethical order is an echo of human thought—an illusion formed from collective belief. This revered architect of existence is not some transcendent ruler dwelling beyond the stars but an extension of the human psyche, woven from social constructs and inherited dogmas. The God of religious tradition is not a divine entity but a reflection of the authority we have surrendered to structures designed to govern our impulses.

What is often labelled as evil—the raw instincts and untamed desires—has been cast as the adversary, creating a dualistic conflict that fuels our internal war. The chaos we seek to control is the essence of vitality, yet we suppress it, fearing the dissolution of the structures we so desperately cling to. This battle within—the fight between order and freedom—creates the illusion of a righteous war, where victory is promised through submission to an unseen overlord.

But what if this overseer has no real power? What if it is merely a projection, a ghostly hand that moves only because we choose to be its marionettes? When a mind unfettered by dogma speaks of truth, society does not listen—it condemns. We fear what exists beyond the boundaries of tradition, resisting the notion that divinity is not a distant force but the very essence of our being.

Burn every doctrine, dismantle every governing body, erase every name given to the unseen, and still, this authority persists—not because it is real, but because the mind clings to the comfort of control. If the structures fall, chaos rises, yet from that chaos, a new order emerges. The cycle continues, a dance between imposed rule and untamed instinct, as humanity remains bound by its illusions.

We have long mistaken ourselves as subjects of a divine sovereign, yet the truth is far more unsettling: this supposed ruler is but a shadow cast by our fears and desires. We have not been governed—we have been governing. The leash we imagine around our necks is one we have placed upon ourselves, a tether to an idea we refuse to question.

To see beyond the illusion is to awaken to presence itself—a force neither ruling nor ruled, but simply existing. No divine master, no external lawgiver, only the boundless intelligence moving through all things. The true essence of being is neither subject nor sovereign, neither governed nor governing—it is the silent puppeteer, the hand and the string, the breath and the wind. And once the illusion is recognized, the question remains: Who is truly in control?

Morgan O. Smith

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