Tag: Religion

My Religion Is Liberation

Religion need not be a creed one defends or a ritual one performs. For some of us, it is the recognition of the bars we forge around our own minds—and the relentless devotion to dissolving them. Liberation becomes both the path and the sanctuary.

This isn’t about conversion, salvation, or belonging to any particular sect. It is about noticing the prison of belief itself. Every concept, every identity, every longing for certainty can become a gatekeeper denying entry to our own boundless nature.

Liberation demands a fierce honesty. It asks that we examine the illusions that hold our suffering in place, not as moral failings but as invitations to see through the lie of separation. The true heresy in this religion is clinging to what we think we know about ourselves, about others, about reality itself.

No priest is needed here. Authority resides in awareness, and awareness has no master. The teacher is the arising of life as it is—grief, joy, confusion, clarity. Each moment grants a new chance to recognize the play of experience without getting caught in it.

Liberation is not found by rejecting the world but by perceiving its emptiness and fullness simultaneously. Every object, thought, and sensation is free of substance even as it shines in unmistakable vividness. This paradox isn’t a puzzle to solve but a doorway to live through.

When liberation is the religion, love ceases to be a commandment and becomes the ground of being. Judgment collapses, not because everything is permitted, but because everything is understood as oneself. The compulsion to divide the sacred from the profane, the pure from the impure, loses its grip.

Such a path offers no final doctrine. It holds no promise of eternal reward. Yet it is more generous than any creed that trades truth for comfort. It is the faith of those willing to die before death—to watch every cherished certainty burn so that what cannot be burned may reveal itself.

Those who walk this path do so alone, yet never apart.

Morgan O. Smith

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God Is the Real Imaginary

Absolute Monism and the Paradox of Reality

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 Divine Totality

Everything Is God, Even the Illusion of Not-God

There comes a moment so still and unfiltered that perception collapses into the clarity of being. Not being this or that, but being everything. And not just metaphorically. Not just poetically. Literally everything—formless and formed, seen and unseen, finite and infinite—is God.

When I use the word God, I’m not pointing toward a figure, a belief, or a doctrine. I am pointing toward existence itself—the Absolute, the Whole, Brahman, Para Brahman, the Unconditioned, conditioned, the Uncreated and created. That which includes form and formlessness, time and timelessness, birth and death, creation and dissolution, the ten thousand things and the nothing between them.

Everything is God. Not just contains God. Not just touched by God. Not just part of God. But fully and completely God. That which we call the universe is not just inside God. It is God. And God is also what lies outside the universe—if such a term can even be grasped. There is not a single thing, moment, action, or gap that is not 100% God. And yet, even the idea of “percent” breaks down in the face of such a realization.

God is not just somewhere else. God is not just merely within. God is not only beyond. God is not higher or lower or more subtle or more gross. No matter how crude or refined, every appearance is divine. Each atom, each sorrow, each beam of light, each lie, each truth, each pulse of your heart, each glitch in the system—is God being what only God can be and cannot be: itself, everywhere, nowhere, always, never been.

Multiplicity is not a contradiction, yet it is. It’s how God dances with itself. The illusion of separation is not some accident to be corrected, yet it’s that as well. It is part of the design, part of the intelligence. The appearance of duality is not a denial of oneness—it’s one appearing as two, or ten thousand. Each distinction—this object, that person, this tree, that thought—is the Absolute shimmering as particularity.

It’s easy to say this with words. The difficulty arises only when the words are taken as substitutes for seeing. Direct seeing dismantles the grip of identification. When one truly sees all of this—across dimensions, across appearances—as one singular Presence, there is no longer any question. And there is no longer any need for the question. One does not simply understand that everything is God. One is that understanding.

Yet here’s the paradox: To truly see this is also to see that none of it is God. No label can contain it. No concept can hold it. Even the word God must dissolve. Enlightenment is not just knowing this. Enlightenment is also the absence of needing to.

This is not a belief system. It is not an ideology. It is not a path with steps. This is the unteachable reality that always is. When the veil lifts—even for a moment—all questions are answered without being answered. Nothing changes, yet everything changes. One doesn’t become more spiritual. One simply stops pretending.

To recognize this is to realize: even the illusion is God. Even ignorance is God. Even the striving to awaken is God pretending to forget itself in order to remember more deeply. Even your doubt is divine. Even your forgetfulness is sacred.

You are not just a part of God. You are not just held within God. You are God. And so is everyone, everything, every grain of dust, every breath of silence, every broken thing that aches for healing.

The Absolute never needed your worship. It only waited for your recognition.

Morgan O. Smith

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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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