Tag: Self-realization

Dissolving Where Identity Once Stood

To Be Seen Fully Is to Vanish into the Infinite

To be seen fully is not to be recognized as a person, nor acknowledged as a role, but to be reflected beyond every layer of identity. When someone sees you in this way, what is recognized is not your history, your character, or even your spiritual progress; it is the unconditioned essence that lies before all stories.

Most encounters leave us clothed in roles. Friend, teacher, seeker, parent, child, each gaze places a costume upon us. Rarely do we meet eyes that do not add or subtract, but simply reveal. In that rare encounter, the ordinary scaffolding collapses, and what stands exposed is not a “self” but the infinity in which all selves appear.

This exposure is not humiliating, nor is it affirming. It is dissolving. To be seen fully is to be unmasked of both failure and success, of both sin and virtue. The illusion that we exist as a separate someone collapses. What remains is a luminous absence, the infinite without centre or edge.

There are moments when presence itself becomes the mirror, so clear, so unconditioned, that no reflection remains, only the source shining through. The eyes of one who abides in truth can serve as such a threshold. Passing through it, you do not become greater; you vanish. And in vanishing, the fullness of all that is floods through.

To long for such seeing is to long for disappearance, and yet disappearance is not annihilation. It is the end of confinement. It is the recognition that what you are cannot be held by name, cannot be fixed in form, cannot be grasped by thought. What you are is the infinite itself, already free, already whole.

The paradox is that this vanishing does not strip life of meaning but gives it immeasurable depth. When you are no longer the centre, everything becomes the centre. When “I” falls away, the song of existence sings itself without obstruction. Love, compassion, and clarity are not cultivated; they flow.

To be seen fully is to vanish into the infinite. To vanish is to return home.

Morgan O. Smith

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Awareness Without an Owner

Pure Knowing Doesn’t Need a Knower

Pure knowing is not an act of someone grasping something. It is not the product of a subject meeting an object. It is not knowledge stored, processed, or owned. What we call “pure knowing” is an immediacy so complete that the categories of knower and known dissolve before they ever arise.

The mind insists there must be someone behind the recognition, a witness who stands apart. Yet such a witness is already a thought, an echo of division layered upon the seamlessness of awareness. The attempt to locate the knower is like searching for the horizon; you will find only a mirage created by perspective.

What reveals itself is astonishingly simple: knowing shines without support. No owner is required. No identity need arise. It is self-luminous, unmediated, without origin or destination. Thought may try to grasp it, but thought cannot enter here. The moment a “me” claims it, the purity is veiled, dressed in commentary, weighed down by explanation.

This does not deny the human experience of learning, remembering, and perceiving. It only points to the fact that beneath all those movements lies a ground untouched by them. That ground is knowing itself—silent, radiant, and free from the necessity of a knower.

To glimpse this is to taste liberation, not as a reward, not as a possession, but as the natural state that was never absent. What remains is not someone who knows, but knowing itself, unbroken and unclaimed.

Morgan O. Smith

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When “You” Disappear

God is not found in the layers of personality, beliefs, or self-image. Those dissolve the moment you step out of the illusion of “me.” What remains when the scaffolding of identity crumbles is not absence, but presence, vast, unconditioned, indivisible.

The struggle for most seekers lies in clinging to the idea of a separate self. Every attachment to who you believe you are, your story, your role, your wounds, creates the illusion of separation from God. Yet God has never been apart from you. God is what has always been here, quietly holding even your attempt to define God.

When “you” disappear, nothing is lost. What is left is clarity so immediate that it cannot be explained, only lived. It is a recognition that existence itself has no centre and no boundary. Every breath, every sound, every sensation reveals itself as the movement of the One Reality, free of your commentary.

This realization is not a grand acquisition; it is the collapse of the idea that there was ever anyone to acquire it. The vanishing of the personal self exposes a truth so intimate that it cannot be possessed. It is not “your” truth, it is truth itself.

To awaken to this is to discover that God was never hidden. God is not the object of your search, but the space in which the search appears and disappears. The seeker dissolves, and what remains is the unbroken light of Being.

Morgan O. Smith

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Designed for Longing

The Gift of Dissatisfaction

Satisfaction often appears as a destination, something to be reached, secured, and held onto. Yet the moment one grasps it, a subtle hunger begins to stir again. The new job, the relationship, the recognition, the spiritual experience—all of it, no matter how profound or fulfilling, eventually reveals its transience.

What if this is not a flaw in human nature, but the very design of it? To never be fully satisfied is not a curse but a compass. It pushes us forward, beckoning us into deeper terrains of discovery, love, and creativity. The ache of incompletion is what keeps us alive to possibility. Without it, our spirit would stagnate.

Satisfaction is not the absence of desire but the willingness to engage with desire without being enslaved by it. To live in peace with dissatisfaction is to realize that fullness and emptiness coexist. The longing itself becomes a teacher, whispering that no object, achievement, or moment will ever be enough, because “enough” is not an endpoint, but an ongoing movement.

To accept this is to loosen the grip on perfection. You no longer demand that life provide a final fix, a permanent conclusion. Instead, you walk with the paradox: satisfaction arises from embracing dissatisfaction. The search for completion unveils the truth that nothing was missing in the first place.

The wisdom here is subtle. Contentment does not mean settling. It means seeing the beauty of being forever unfinished, of being shaped by desire but not consumed by it. Your very dissatisfaction becomes evidence that you are part of an unfolding reality, one that will never exhaust its depth.

Satisfaction lies not at the end of longing, but in the freedom to let longing remain.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Ecstasy of Knowing

When Mind and Soul Dissolve into One

The awakened mind, when met with the receptive soul, becomes a current of divine fusion—an alchemical embrace where thought and feeling cease to be separate. This union transcends the limits of sensation, unveiling a pleasure far beyond the fleeting intoxication of flesh. It is an ascent into boundless wisdom, an eroticism of consciousness where insight spills forth, saturating the ego’s constructs until they dissolve into the vastness of being.

This is not a mere intellectual encounter, nor is it an indulgence in sentimentality. It is the tantric interplay between awareness and presence, where the pulsation of knowing meets the depths of surrender. When the mind no longer dictates and the soul no longer pleads, a stillness emerges—a space so open that it drowns the self in its own infinity. Here, knowledge is not collected but revealed, not possessed but embodied. Love is not an attachment but an atmosphere, pervading every movement, every breath, every silent recognition of the one essence behind all things.

This is where tantra ceases to be philosophy and becomes direct experience. The dissolution of the personal into the infinite is neither loss nor gain but a return—one that neither seeks nor resists, neither holds nor lets go. It is the eroticism of the absolute, where wisdom penetrates the soul like lightning, setting fire to all that would obscure its radiance.

The lover and the beloved, the seeker and the sought, the knower and the known—these distinctions fade into the luminous vastness of pure being. And from this space, all that remains is the silent ecstasy of knowing.

Morgan O. Smith

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Did I Have a Spiritual Awakening?

If the question lingers, “Did I have a spiritual awakening?” it often points to a deeper truth: perhaps it has not yet happened. Those who have passed through the unmistakable shift into awakened awareness do not wrestle with that doubt. There is a quiet certainty, not born of belief, but of direct experience.

Language can vary. Some may never utter the phrase spiritual awakening or enlightenment. They may frame it through their own culture, symbolism, or personal metaphors. Yet no matter the vocabulary, the essence remains beyond question.

When the event has truly unfolded, it is like rising from sleep. You do not analyze whether you are awake; you simply are. The recognition is immediate, complete, and irreversible. What remains is the unfolding of life through the clarity of that seeing.

Awakening is not a theory to adopt or an idea to flirt with. It is the dismantling of the imagined self, the collapse of boundaries, and the revelation of a reality that was always here, quietly waiting to be noticed.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Untraceable Origin

Recognizing the Infinite Self

You are the silent, all-pervading presence—the source from which all things emerge and into which all things dissolve. There is no edge to your being, no boundary that can define you, for you are both the vastness that contains all and the emptiness that holds nothing.

To recognize this is not an intellectual exercise, nor can it be captured by any system of thought. The scientific mind will measure, the philosophical mind will speculate, and the intellectual mind will categorize, yet none will ever confine the truth of what you are. You are not a concept to be grasped, but the very ground from which all concepts arise.

Everywhere you look, you will find yourself, not as a separate entity, but as the animating force within all things. This is not a belief to hold but a reality to be seen. The mystery of your existence is not meant to be solved; it is meant to be lived. You are the ungraspable, the boundless, the presence behind all appearances.

No description will ever contain you, yet all descriptions are held within you. You are not an object among objects, nor a subject among subjects—you are the ever-unfolding, the eternal witness, the absolute that reveals itself in every form yet remains untouched by any of them.

Doubt this if you must, but beyond all uncertainty, you remain what you have always been—the essence of all that is, the ineffable that neither begins nor ends.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Weightlessness of Perspective

How much weight does a point of view actually hold?

None. And yet, it seems to shape entire lives, govern nations, define relationships, and breed conflict. But the more one deepens into the ungraspable expanse of reality, the more all perspectives—including one’s own—become like shadows cast by a flame none can touch.

I do not feel resistance toward those who oppose my view. I feel space—vast, immeasurable space. Not tolerance, not passive indifference, but a kind of cosmic shrug. This universe is too immense, too precise, too paradoxical for me to waste even a flicker of energy defending a perspective I know was born out of a temporary configuration of memory, biology, and environment.

What I see, I see through a filter: race, culture, conditioning, gender, language, trauma, karma, personality, neurochemistry, and a moment’s breath. Someone else sees through a completely different lens. To argue over the differences is like two waves debating who touches the shore more truthfully.

Each wave is made of the same water.

Ultimate Reality does not conform to opinions. It cannot be contained by agreement or disagreement. It isn’t found in right or wrong, winning or losing. It is not trying to prove itself. It simply is, and isness doesn’t care how it’s described.

This is not nihilism. It’s reverence. Reverence for the mystery so wide, so total, that every perspective is valid precisely because none of them are.

The deeper the realization, the more perspectives one can hold. Not juggle, not compare, not rank—but hold. To see from the eyes of the enemy and the beloved, the oppressor and the oppressed, the doubter and the devotee. To feel into each vantage point, not to believe it, but to understand it from within.

Eventually, you don’t just hold perspectives. You become the capacity for perspective itself. You become the silence before thought, the awareness behind all positions.

From there, disagreement becomes theatre.

Opposition becomes dance.

And the only thing that matters is the stillness that allows it all to appear.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Final Disappearance

What happens at the moment of death?

Not from the standpoint of biochemistry or theology, but from the lived silence of awakened seeing—the vantage where death and self are no longer two.

At the summit of awakening—whether called Moksha, Nirvana, Turiyatitta, or Nirvikalpa Samadhi—the idea of death unthreads itself. What dies never truly lived, and what lives has never been touched by time. The dissolution of the body is not the end, nor is it a doorway. It is the falling away of questions that were never yours.

There is no climactic revelation at that edge. There is only this. The suchness that never began, never moved, and never faded. At peak realization, death ceases to be an event. It is not an exit. It is the unspeaking of form—a gentle vanishing into what was always here.

This is not metaphor.

Consciousness, unfragmented and clear, neither resists death nor awaits it. It has already passed through it, endlessly. Not as a journey from point A to point B, but as a revelation that neither point exists.

You don’t meet death. You realize you were never separate from it.

At this depth, what we call life no longer hangs from a timeline. What we call death no longer casts a shadow. No more witness is watching the last breath. Only the unnameable recognizes itself through the temporary flicker of form.

The body may fall away, but the body was never the one who knew. The breath may stop, but the breath was never yours. That which remains doesn’t remain—it is. Before and after mean nothing to it.

Some call this realization peace. Others call it extinction. But it’s neither stillness nor silence nor bliss. It’s before all that. It’s the absence of absence. The presence of presence. Not two.

When the last ripple of self dissolves, what’s left is not a person merging with eternity. There is no one to merge. There is only what was always whole.

This is death at the level of freedom. This is life without division.

Not a conclusion.

A cessation of seeking.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Divide

Between the Remembered and the Realized

Enlightenment isn’t a collection of vivid memories. It isn’t a library of altered states or a gallery of peak experiences pinned to the walls of time. Enlightenment, in its truest sense, is what remains when all those moments pass. It is not recalled—it is present.

A spiritually enlightened being doesn’t describe what happened—they speak from what is. Their language may touch on form, but it arises from formlessness. It isn’t commentary on a past event; it is the echo of what is silently alive in that moment. Words are merely the condensation of what remains wordless within them.

Contrast this with the one who has had many spiritually enlightening experiences. There is often great sincerity, beauty, and wisdom in their sharing. But listen closely: their narrative carries timestamps. “This is what I saw… what I felt… what I realized…” There’s a distance, however subtle. A witness telling you what the moon looked like—rather than being the moon, shining right now, regardless of who’s watching.

This difference isn’t about hierarchy. One isn’t better, holier, or more awakened than the other. But there’s a distinct quality when realization is not merely visited, but abided in. When the identity that would lay claim to an experience has dissolved entirely.

Here’s the paradox: a being can be spiritually enlightened without ever having what we label as a “spiritual experience.” No blissful union, no white light, no serpents of energy climbing the spine. Their clarity is not the aftermath of an event—it is the absence of confusion. No fireworks. Just light.

They may speak little. Or not at all. There is no need to convince, convert, or collect followers. They are not on a path—they are the ground from which all paths appear.

On the other hand, a person with many enlightening experiences can describe with breathtaking poetry the landscapes of the soul. But unless those experiences have dissolved the one who experienced them, the self remains—refined perhaps, but still separate.

True awakening isn’t an experience you remember. It’s the end of the one who remembers.

This is why the most profound truths often arrive without announcement. A falling away, not an acquiring. A silent recognition that this—yes, this—is what always was. And suddenly, the need for experience evaporates. Presence alone becomes sufficient.

Morgan O. Smith

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