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 may come a moment when stillness deepens, and the mind gives way to something vast and formless. No longer bound by identity, perception turns inward, unveiling a presence that has always been there—unseen, yet intimately familiar.
This is not the face reflected in mirrors or the self shaped by memory and experience. It is something far more primordial, resting beneath all layers of perception. It neither belongs to time nor is confined by space. It is the first and the last, the one who watches and the one being watched.
To encounter this presence is to witness creation itself—a fluid, luminous movement, folding and unfolding like breath. What appears as a single vision contains an entire cosmos, shifting and reforming in patterns beyond understanding. A current of knowing flows from it, carrying the weight of both stillness and storm, tenderness and terror. There is no contradiction—only the totality of what is.
This vision may stir awe, but it will also strip away illusion. The small self—the fragile construct of name, form, and history—begins to dissolve. The ego, unprepared for its own undoing, clings to the edges of familiarity. It resists, yet it cannot hold. The presence that once seemed separate reveals itself as the origin of all things.
Ancient myths have spoken of this encounter. Some say none can see it and live. But it is not the body that perishes—it is the illusion of separateness that fractures beyond repair. And while the mind trembles, something deeper recognizes the moment for what it is: a return, not a loss.
What once appeared unreachable was never distant. The face sought for lifetimes has always been the one looking through these eyes. The one seeking has always been the sought.
Standing before this presence is not to be destroyed but made whole.
Morgan O. Smith
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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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Many have longed to grasp the mystery of existence, to touch the essence of something vast, limitless, and wholly beyond the conditioned intellect. Some wander outward, chasing knowledge across lifetimes, while others, weary of the chase, turn inward and dissolve into the revelation that the answer was never elsewhere.
There is a being who awakens, eyes once sealed now open, untethered from the weight of what was once mistaken for reality. This one recognizes that what they sought as God was never separate from themselves. Not a distant deity reigning above, nor a dogmatic construct built to cage the mind, but a living essence radiating through all things. They once believed this ideal self was an unreachable mirage, an aspiration always slipping beyond the grasp of physicality. But upon awakening, they no longer chase it—they become it.
What is this awakening? It is nothing more and nothing less than remembering how to imagine with the boundless wonder of a child. And not imagination as the mind toys with, but an intelligence so refined that it gives birth to worlds, perceives the invisible, and dances in the paradox of what is and what is not. The one who awakens does not strive to merge with God, for they see that this very merging is the illusion. There was never a separation to begin with.
Yet, alongside them walks another—one who clings tightly to a framework set in place long before their arrival. They follow the lines drawn by those who feared their depths, mistaking doctrine for truth and control for salvation. Their mind, fortified with walls of certainty, rejects the fluidity of growth. Anything that threatens their inherited beliefs is cast aside as danger, as corruption, as false prophecy.
The awakened one embraces their shadows, understanding that transformation does not come by denying the full range of human experience but by walking through the fire of it, unafraid to be burned. Shame is not an enemy to be conquered, nor is desire a force to be chained. They do not rush to crucify what it means to be fully human. Instead, they enter the chaos willingly, knowing that only by standing at the center of their own storm can they emerge as the calm itself.
Something miraculous happens in that surrender. The one who awakens watches their unfolding with wonder, like an artist witnessing a masterpiece take form in real time. Each step is both the path and the arrival, a self-created adventure where the destination remains unimportant. The act of movement itself—the curiosity, the play, the willingness to jump without knowing where they will land—is the divine act. The shimmering glow of their being is not a thing to be achieved but something they always were, now recognized at last.
Meanwhile, the fundamentalist stands still, mistaking their immobility for stability. Their beliefs, rigid and unyielding, have encased them in a fortress. To them, water is dangerous—too unpredictable, too wild. The awakened one drinks deeply from this same stream, intoxicated by its endlessness, while the fundamentalist sees it as a force of destruction, something to be feared and avoided at all costs.
Yet, both are children of the same source, actors within the same unfolding story. Neither is greater than the other, for both play their roles in the grand theater of existence. But only one of them has chosen to create the map of their becoming. Only one has dared to build a bridge where others have built walls.
So, the question arises: who would you rather be? The keeper of walls, or the architect of the infinite?
Morgan O. Smith
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(This is based on my peak experiences between 2008 and 2010.)
There is a place beyond division, where opposites are no longer adversaries but reflections of a greater whole. Here, light does not conquer darkness, nor does darkness obscure light—they move as one, dissolving the illusion of separation.
The burdens of material existence, once heavy with expectation and illusion, no longer bind me. The false self, shaped by desire and attachment, was a fleeting shadow—one I have stepped beyond. What once felt like chains were merely unexamined beliefs, crumbling like dust in the presence of truth.
Freed from the illusions that distorted my sight, I now witness the world in its unfiltered radiance. This reality, stripped of falsehoods, does not hide behind fleeting impressions or conditioned interpretations. Everything reveals itself as it is—whole, raw, unmasked.
Liberation is not an escape but an arrival. I walk through the threshold of paradise, not as a departing soul but as one fully present. Each step on this earth, this living being we call Gaia, leaves an imprint—an offering of awareness, an echo of presence. Heaven is not a distant realm but the seamless unity of what has always been.
Morgan O. Smith
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Most understand Turiya as the silent witness beyond waking, dreaming, and deep sleep. It is often considered the empty observer, untouched by the movements of mind, body, and experience. This perspective, though true, is not the full picture. The notion of an “empty witness” can still carry a subtle duality—a sense of something separate, detached, and standing apart from what it observes. Yet, Turiya is not merely a state one enters or a refuge from illusion; it is the foundation of all states and, ultimately, the realization that there was never an “other” to witness.
The empty witness is not just within the individual who reaches the fourth state of consciousness. That would suggest an inside and an outside, a seer and a seen. Turiya dissolves that illusion. It is not simply the background of experience but the existence of experience itself, witnessing its unfolding as everything.
To say that Turiya is merely an untouched observer is to misunderstand its nature. This assumption can lead to a false dichotomy, where one believes that ultimate truth lies in detachment alone. However, this view neglects the profound insight that the so-called witness is not separate from the world it observes. There is no distance between observer and observed, no boundary where witnessing begins or ends. It is all Turiya.
This recognition dismantles the very scaffolding of selfhood. The one who thought they were the observer disappears into the realization that the witnessing presence is not housed within them—it is existence itself, seeing, knowing, and being all things simultaneously.
What changes when this is seen? The sense of a separate self dissolves, revealing that awareness is not confined to a particular point of view. The wind moving through the trees, the laughter of a child, the pulse of the universe—all of it is the same knowing, the same presence. There is no need to “enter” Turiya because nothing has ever been outside of it.
This is not an experience to be gained, not a state to be reached. It is what has always been. The seeker who longed to discover it was never apart from it. The effort to grasp it was the very movement of Turiya exploring itself. There is only this, endlessly revealing itself to itself, never absent, never other than what is.
Morgan O. Smith
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The unfolding of higher consciousness reshapes the body, mind, and nervous system, refining perception and dissolving boundaries between the self and the infinite. As the life force energy surges, a reconfiguration takes place, leading to extraordinary states that may arise temporarily or settle into permanence after a complete awakening. These moments defy conventional understanding, serving as glimpses into the profound mystery of existence.
Absolute Awareness A sudden, all-encompassing knowing—everything perceived is an extension of consciousness itself. The senses, once thought to receive reality, are revealed as projections of an inner vastness. Nothing exists outside of the perceiver. Time, space, and form collapse into a singular presence that was never born and can never end.
The Unraveling of Sanity Laughter, tears, trembling—an ecstatic unraveling of everything once held as truth. The self that once navigated life no longer exists in the same way. This is not a loss, but a liberation, as the mind lets go of itself and drowns joyfully in the great unknown. To those outside, it may appear like madness; to the one immersed, it is homecoming.
The Cosmic Joke The grand illusion reveals itself, and the paradox of existence becomes clear. Everything has been a divine play, yet no one is playing it. The silent knowing of this truth ignites an unspeakable humour, a comedy with no punchline, because there is no separate audience to hear it.
The Laughter That Shakes the Cosmos A tide of unstoppable joy rises, overwhelming the body in waves of convulsing mirth. Each breath dissolves into peals of laughter so deep that the one laughing vanishes into the act itself. There is no subject, no object, just an uproarious dance between existence and itself.
The Longing for Home A sorrow unlike any other, not born from loss, but from remembering. A weeping that reaches into the depths of the heart, longing for a paradise never truly left. This yearning dissolves into a revelation—home was never elsewhere, only veiled by illusion.
The Weight of the World Empathy takes on an unthinkable depth. The suffering of others is no longer outside; it is felt as one’s own. This burden does not cripple, but refines the heart, stretching it to hold an infinite compassion, mirroring the silent grace of the cosmos.
The Abyss of Emptiness A state beyond experience itself. No memory of it remains upon return, yet its imprint lingers—a knowing beyond knowledge. This is not the absence of self, but the absence of absence itself. The full void, the fullness that is void.
The Unspeakable Union A rapture that has nothing to do with flesh, yet shakes every fiber of being. The merging of the personal with the eternal, where boundaries dissolve into waves of ecstasy. A communion beyond body, mind, or name—pure, unfiltered essence meeting itself.
The Sacred Intoxication Drunk on something that cannot be named, yet utterly lucid. A divine inebriation, as if the nectar of existence itself has been consumed. Every cell vibrates in bliss, yet the mind remains clear, witnessing the unfolding without resistance.
The Euphoric Ascension A high without substance, a flight without wings. The sensation of rising beyond the known, as if an unseen force is lifting every molecule into a radiant expanse. A state that no external catalyst could ever induce.
The Bliss That Has No Opposite A radiance so complete, so uncontainable, that nothing remains but the luminous hum of existence itself. Not happiness, not pleasure—something far beyond. The body, no longer just flesh, becomes light, becomes rhythm, becomes the very breath of creation. This is not an experience, but the dissolution into what has always been.
Every moment on this path is a fleeting ripple in the ocean of awareness. These states arise, and they pass. Holding onto them is to miss the invitation they offer. There is something beyond them, something untouched by all forms and fluctuations. No words can describe it. No mind can grasp it. Yet, it has never been apart from you. This is the silent truth, whispering between every heartbeat. The kingdom is not coming. It has always been here.
Morgan O. Smith
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The dissolution of self is not an idea to be understood but an experience so profound that it shatters every boundary of identity. Within Nirvikalpa Samadhi, there is no longer a centre from which one observes—only an ungraspable vastness, a presence that extends beyond perception. The familiar contours of individuality dissolve, revealing an unfathomable fullness, completeness untouched by time, thought, or form.
What remains is not an absence but an infinite presence, unrestricted and immeasurable. The self, once held together by thoughts, memories, and attachments, unravels into a luminous vastness beyond comprehension. The realization dawns that nothing was ever separate, that the entirety of existence is neither contained nor containable. There is no longer an observer and the observed—only boundless awareness, aware of itself.
This state transcends concepts, yet paradoxically, it is the source from which all concepts arise. It is neither stillness nor movement, yet it holds both in its embrace. Here, the experience of time fractures, revealing a simultaneity in which past, present, and future fold into a singular, ever-present awareness. What once seemed like a world moving in sequences is now seen as a single, unbroken wholeness, an indivisible totality.
Within this reality, the illusion of separateness is replaced by an undeniable recognition: the entire cosmos is held within, just as the being is held within the cosmos. Boundaries between self and universe collapse, and what is left is an intimate knowing—everything is this, and this is everything.
Emerging from this state feels like waking from a dream so convincing that it has been mistaken for reality. The self that once seemed so solid is revealed as nothing more than a fleeting mirage. What remains is pure awareness—unfiltered, absolute, and infinite. The brilliance of this realization is the recognition of one’s Original Nature, the luminous essence beyond all veils, what some call Dharmakaya, the unmanifested ocean of infinite potential.
Morgan O. Smith
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Bliss is not an abstract concept, nor is it an illusion crafted by desire. It is a living, breathing pulse that reverberates through every fiber of existence, touching both the seen and unseen layers of being. This is not mere emotion; it is a force, an electrifying current that courses through the body and beyond, illuminating the vastness of consciousness itself.
A moment of true bliss shatters all description. It is a tidal wave of sensation, dissolving the mind’s ability to grasp or articulate. The body trembles beneath its weight, the senses heightened to a degree beyond the ordinary. A whisper against the skin becomes a sacred hymn, and the simplest breath expands into an infinite embrace. The entire being stretches beyond physical constraints, dissolving into something greater—an uncontained vastness that breathes, moves, and sings through every dimension.
This experience is not a flight from embodiment, but rather a paradoxical immersion within it. The finite and the infinite collide, birthing a sensation both rooted in flesh and entirely beyond it. Every cell awakens to a sacred rhythm, moving to a song played by the unseen hands of the cosmos. Love ceases to be a concept and instead becomes the very air inhaled, the very space occupied.
To speak of bliss is to attempt to give voice to the silent symphony of existence. It is the cosmic dance performed by the smallest particle, each movement echoing through the entire field of creation. It is the resonance of all things entwined, merging and separating in an endless interplay of light and shadow. Every wave is both individual and part of the collective, a singular note in a melody that has no end.
This state of being is neither contained nor restricted. It cannot be owned, held, or confined to a singular experience. It arrives as a gift—momentary, yet eternal. A reminder of what has always been. While the mind, veiled by the noise of conditioned thought, may obscure it, bliss remains untouched, ever-present beneath the surface. It is the undercurrent of existence, waiting to be remembered.
To awaken to bliss is not to reach for something distant, but to surrender the illusions that obscure its presence. It is the undeniable truth of being, forever humming beneath the distractions of thought. To experience it fully is to awaken from the dream of separateness and recognize that this ecstasy, this luminous presence, has been here all along.
Morgan O. Smith
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There exists a realm within the psyche so obscure, so deeply buried beneath layers of identity, that even those who have touched the pinnacle of awakening may remain oblivious to its existence. It is the final frontier before the self dissolves entirely—a territory littered with unexamined fears, concealed transgressions, and desires too shameful to acknowledge.
Before awakening completes its course, before the false self collapses into the boundless expanse of nonduality, there is a reckoning. A descent into the darkest corridors of the mind where the most primitive aspects of existence, both personal and collective, make their presence known. This is not a mere psychological reckoning; it is an existential confrontation, one that strips away the illusion of separation between the individual and the whole of suffering itself.
A being in the throes of this revelation does not merely observe suffering from a distance. Instead, suffering is embodied in its totality—experienced both as the tormentor and the tormented, as the blade and the wound, as the hands that enslave and those that are bound. Every atrocity carried out by humankind, every act of cruelty and despair, rises to the surface. The weight of this recognition is nearly unbearable, a force that shatters all prior conceptions of selfhood. Many break under this pressure; some contemplate escape. Yet for those who endure, something extraordinary occurs.
The searing agony of this confrontation serves a purpose. It dismantles illusions, forces the heart open, and stretches the limits of compassion to their furthest extent. Empathy ceases to be an abstract virtue—it becomes an all-consuming fire that purifies everything in its path. Walking through this inferno does not incinerate the awakened one but instead renders them indestructible, unshaken by the fluctuations of worldly suffering. The very act of seeing, of bearing witness to every grotesque distortion of human nature, births an indescribable clarity—an awareness so vast it can hold both horror and grace without resistance.
No one seeks this path. It is not chosen by desire, nor does it reward the seeker with comfort. It arrives unbidden, reserved for those who must cross the threshold through trial and surrender. To move through this passage is to endure a crucifixion of the self, an initiation that cannot be bypassed. Yet for those who survive its rending force, the view on the other side is unparalleled. A vision beyond words, an existence that moves with effortless grace, guided by a heart that no longer clings to the illusions of division.
This journey is not a metaphor. It is a lived reality, known only to those who have walked barefoot across the glass of their shattered being. And for them, the world is no longer the same.
Morgan O. Smith
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Most claim to have glimpsed the divine return with words that struggle to hold the weight of such an encounter. Many never return at all. To see the face of God and live is to step beyond the boundary where existence dissolves, where the self is unmade, and where reality, as it was once known, folds into itself like a dream dissolving at dawn.
Yet, what does it mean to see the face of God? Is it an experience of light so blinding that perception shatters? Is it a presence so vast that identity collapses? Or is it something even more elusive – something that was always here, hidden in the folds of ordinary awareness?
Some traditions warn against such an encounter, suggesting that no mortal can bear it and remain intact. Others speak of it as the ultimate reward, the final unveiling before absolute union. Yet, the paradox remains: how can one see the source of all things when the very act of seeing implies separation?
The face of God is neither a thing to be seen nor an object to be grasped. It is not found by looking outward or inward, for it is the very looking itself. The one who searches, the act of searching, and the sought-after presence all collapse into a singularity where distinctions dissolve. The moment of recognition is not a discovery but an obliteration – the end of every illusion that once passed for truth.
To live beyond such an encounter is to live without the weight of selfhood as it was once known. The personal dissolves, yet presence remains. There is nothing left to hold onto, yet nothing is missing. Some might call this madness. Others, liberation. But labels fall apart before the silent immensity of what remains.
Those who have seen and lived do not return with doctrine. They do not bring commandments carved into stone or revelations bound in pages. They return with an absence, a quiet, an emptiness more alive than any presence. And in that emptiness, a love beyond measure, a freedom beyond desire, and a knowing beyond thought.
Not all will understand. That, too, is part of the design.
Morgan O. Smith
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