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
Every word spoken about enlightenment is a slice taken from an indivisible whole. A shard. A sliver. No matter how sincere the voice or radiant the realization, the moment it’s articulated, it becomes partial. Even the most luminous sage can only gesture toward it, never deliver it in full.
This isn’t a critique of language. It’s the recognition that language belongs to duality. Enlightenment does not.
You may hear poetic metaphors. You may hear silence treated as a superior form of expression. You may even be told that silence is the teaching. But neither speech nor silence can contain the essence. Both exist within the play of contrast—true enlightenment is not caught between them.
It is not hidden. It is not revealed. It doesn’t arrive, and it cannot depart. Still, it permeates everything.
A leaf trembles. Breath returns. A thought dissolves before it becomes solid. Here, it is already shining.
It is not that one must understand. It is that one must stop pretending it needs to be understood. What remains when seeking falls away is not an answer, but presence. A presence so simple, so immediate, it often goes unnoticed—not because it is distant, but because it is too near.
You are not apart from it. You never were.
Morgan O. Smith
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Ultimate Reality doesn’t struggle to be known. It is not bound by time, thought, or perception, yet it plays with the illusion of being hidden. The one truth pretends to be many, and the One Self feigns division to taste reunion. But there comes a point—not always through effort, not always through grace—when even the illusion can no longer hold itself together.
It is not that Reality finds something new. It is that it no longer clings to the story of separation. The hand once clutching the dream loosens, not because it was forced open, but because the dream exhausted itself.
Falsehood requires maintenance. It must be believed, repeated, and reinforced. It relies on memory, identity, and the fragile continuity of thought. But what happens when the source of all this no longer cooperates? What happens when Reality drops the illusion of control?
There is no dramatic shattering. No cosmic trumpet. Only a quiet falling away of the effort to be something. What remains is neither void nor fullness—it is prior to both. Unnamable. Undeniable. You were never on a journey to find it. It was what you were before the seeker appeared.
To witness this unraveling is not an achievement. It is a disappearance. The one who thought it could hold Reality in its grasp is seen for what it was: a ripple mistaken for the ocean.
And when the ocean stops pretending to be a ripple, nothing changes—except everything.
Morgan O. Smith
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A force lies dormant at the base of your spine—curled, coiled, and waiting. It isn’t a metaphor. It isn’t symbolic. It is the sacred energy of awakening, and when it stirs, nothing remains untouched. This is not personal growth. This is elemental transformation.
Kundalini is not something you believe in—it is something that happens. The moment it rises, it begins its ascent with precision, threading its way through your central channel, shifting the architecture of your being. From the root of your spine to the crown of your head, it dismantles, rewires, and reanimates—not gently, not politely, but necessarily.
Everything once taken for granted—breath, time, self, existence—begins to unravel before your eyes. What seemed obvious collapses. What felt separate merges. What appeared to be you becomes both everything and nothing. You no longer view life from a narrow vantage point defined by fear or habit. Perception stretches beyond the ordinary, and you begin to see not from a body, but through consciousness itself.
This isn’t a philosophical musing. This is Yoga—not the posture, but the primordial union. The word means to yoke, to unify, and Kundalini is the sacred yoking of the individual to the Infinite. It is not ideal. It is not a concept. It is direct experience. It is the breakdown of boundaries until the Divine reveals Itself not as something above or beyond, but as the pulse within.
There is no going back from such a moment. Once touched by that current, life reorganizes itself around a different centre—not a person, not a role, but presence.
And within that presence, the union question vanishes—because you realize there were never two.
Morgan O. Smith
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The deeper one journeys into the dissolution of self, the more apparent it becomes that identity was always a fleeting illusion, a costume draped over the formless. Each unraveling of the conditioned mind peels away another layer of separation, exposing an unspeakable vastness—an abyss that is neither empty nor full but vibrating with pure, luminous awareness.
The familiar garments of belief and perception slip away, revealing something beyond knowledge, beyond the boundaries of thought. This is not annihilation, but an unveiling. Consciousness, stripped of all pretense, stands utterly bare—wordless, conceptless, yet wholly realized. It is the great paradox: a void brimming with life, a nothingness more real than anything ever known.
This revelation does not arrive as an intellectual conclusion but as an intimate seduction, a slow and sacred undressing. Existence itself performs a divine dance, shedding layer after layer, not to expose something new, but to reveal what has always been. It is a return, a remembrance, a silent gaze into the boundless.
In this moment of pure transparency, a truth more naked than light makes itself known. The Absolute, unveiled, requires no witness yet allows witnessing. What remains is not someone perceiving reality, but reality perceiving itself. No beliefs remain, no doubts persist—only the undeniable presence of what is, fully exposed, fully known.
Here, the cosmic seduction reaches its climax, and eternity stands unveiled.
Morgan O. Smith
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A seeker walking the delicate balance between opposites may one day find themselves at the threshold of the most profound realization imaginable. A moment beyond all description, where the entirety of existence collapses into a singularity of knowing. Not a knowing of the intellect, but of something far deeper—an understanding so complete that it dissolves all doubt, all separation, and all longing.
This is the moment of total arrival, the point at which all seeking ceases because there is nothing left to seek. The mind, body, and soul align in a way that makes all past experiences seem like faint whispers of truth. The illusion of boundaries vanishes, revealing the pristine reality that has always been present—an awakening not to something new, but to what has been hidden in plain sight.
Within this instant, fulfillment is no longer an aspiration but a living force vibrating through every cell. The distinction between subject and object crumbles, and what remains is a radiant presence, an unshakable unity. The notion of a separate self fades like mist before the rising sun, and what is left is a boundless openness, an expanse where nothing is missing.
Words fail. Concepts falter. Language collapses under the weight of such an occurrence. It is neither thought nor feeling, neither sensation nor perception. It is an unnameable state where the dance of duality finally rests. It would be as elusive as the silence between heartbeats if there were a word for it. A paradox that cannot be dissected, only lived.
Reaching this pinnacle does not come from effort alone or from waiting in passive expectation. It is not a reward for discipline or devotion, yet it is freely given to those who surrender all pretense of control. It arrives not as a thunderous event but as a gentle revelation, as if the universe exhales and everything becomes clear.
And in that clarity, tears may fall—not from sorrow, nor joy, but from the sheer intensity of realization. The great mirage of the self dissolves, leaving only the recognition that there was never anything to grasp, nothing to claim, nothing to own. Just a pure, unshakable knowing that transcends all dichotomies.
Some will wonder how long it takes to arrive at such a moment. But time is irrelevant here. The moment is neither ahead nor behind—it is always now, waiting to be seen. To those who ask, “How do I reach it?” the only answer is: Stop. Be still. Listen.
Morgan O. Smith
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Among the many marvels attributed to the Siddhas—those said to wield supernatural abilities—there exists a siddhi so profound that it eclipses all others. Beyond the conjuring of objects from nothingness, beyond the bending of space and time, there lies the ultimate and most extraordinary power: existence itself.
The fact that anything at all is, that awareness stirs within the vastness of the void, defies all logic. Every phenomenon, every thought, every breath—utterly improbable, yet undeniably real. The miracle is not found in levitation, bilocation, or the manifestation of jewels; it is the sheer actuality of Being that outshines them all.
From the perspective of the Absolute, existence is not an anomaly. It is neither a feat nor an accomplishment. It is simply an emanation of boundless imagination, a movement within the Infinite Mind. Some call it the Void, the Source, the Tao. It is that which dreams itself into form, appearing as multiplicity while ever remaining One.
This is the true Siddha’s wonder—the great unfolding of the Unknowable into the known. Yet, the game is such that the dreamer forgets. And in that forgetting, there is awe. A paradox unfolds: the creator marvels at its own creation, unaware that the very act of astonishment is a performance orchestrated by none other than itself.
Eventually, remembrance dawns. The performer recognizes the stage, the audience, and the play as its own. The illusion of separation dissolves, and what remains is that which has always been—existence as the supreme siddhi, the only miracle that ever was.
Morgan O. Smith
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A radical and absolute dissolution of the self can feel like the sudden eruption of countless luminous buds, each carrying the potential of boundless awakening. What was once dormant within the hidden layers of existence surges forth, transforming into a vast, celestial garden of consciousness. This sacred flowering is not gradual—it is immediate, all-encompassing, and beyond the grasp of any fragmented perception that once sought to define itself in opposition to the whole.
From this unfolding arises the Seven Blossoms of Illumination, radiating from the vertical axis of the subtle body, culminating in the supreme effulgence beyond the crown. This pinnacle, indescribable and infinite in its reach, is the final flowering—an uncontained expression of full spiritual actualization. Though ancient texts depict it as a thousand-petaled lotus, its true essence is far beyond numerical symbolism. To the one who witnesses this cosmic unfolding, it appears as an immeasurable expanse of radiance, where each petal is a revelation, and every revelation is a gateway to yet another boundless dimension of being.
What was once perceived as the boundary between self and existence dissolves entirely. There is no longer an entity observing the experience—there is only the experience itself, moving in an unceasing flow of totality. The awakened one comes to know, beyond all doubt, that this ever-expanding bloom is not a phenomenon confined to a single moment, but rather the eternal flowering of all awareness. Each petal carries the seed of the infinite, planted within the boundless field of perfection that has never known division.
Those who persevere on the path of deep inner inquiry eventually witness this flowering within themselves. They no longer see separation between their being and the total expression of existence itself. The illusion of fragmentation is seen through, and all that remains is the luminous beauty of complete and unshakable presence. This is not a state one enters—it is the recognition of what has always been.
Morgan O. Smith
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A mystic does not merely hear the song of existence—she becomes it. She embodies a melody that cannot be confined to notes or scales, a hymn without measure or tempo. This song is not sung in any earthly language, yet it resounds through every atom, reverberating in the silence before sound itself arises.
As she moves through the world, the air hums in response, neurons spark like celestial fireworks, and the rhythm of the unseen pulses beneath the surface of perception. Those who listen without ears begin to feel its shape—an auditory vision, a sound sculpted into matter itself. A resonance so precise, it is both form and vibration, both the touch of a gentle breeze and the weight of an ancient mountain.
The awakened ones recognize this unstruck chord. They do not merely hear it; they taste it in the sweetness of ripened fruit, breathe it in the scent of rain-soaked earth, and sense its texture in the fabric of existence. It sings within them, a hymn of origin and eternity, neither composed nor performed, yet eternally present.
This is the great symphony in which every being plays a part. The rhythm of heartbeats, the cadence of waves, the murmurs of wind through unseen corridors are notes of a singular composition. As you read these words, the song plays through you.
You are not separate from the melody. You are the melody.
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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