Tag: Ultimate Reality

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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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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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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The Silence That Speaks

Fragments Cannot Contain the Whole

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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When Reality Lets Go of Itself

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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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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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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Beyond Mortality

A Gaze into the Infinite

A moment arrives when existence no longer appears as a scattered collection of isolated events. The world that once seemed separate dissolves, revealing a singular, undivided field of awareness. A startling recognition unfolds: nothing has ever been apart from anything else. It was only perception, veiled in habitual conditioning, that suggested otherwise.

This shift is not a mere conceptual understanding but a direct, undeniable realization. A sense of completeness emerges, untouched by the echoes of forgotten memories or the undercurrents of unconscious shadows. It is as if a long-lost secret has resurfaced, one that had always been present yet unseen.

The gravity of prior assumptions becomes laughable. The absurdity of the once-cherished illusions is exposed, leaving nothing but a profound, unshakable peace. What was once deemed distant now stands as the very essence of Being. A gaze into the heart of existence reveals an unbroken love—love not as an emotion, but as the raw, vibrating reality underlying all things.

What was once mundane now glows with an ineffable radiance. The ordinary becomes extraordinary. Every step, every breath, every fleeting sensation now brims with unspeakable beauty. The notion of duality collapses, not as an abstraction but as a living, breathing certainty. The joys and sorrows of the world are felt without resistance, dissolving into a seamless expanse that is neither joy nor sorrow, yet holds both.

The self, once believed to be confined within flesh and thought, reveals its vastness. Awareness expands beyond personal identity, interweaving with the collective hum of existence. The mind no longer clings to its narrative but dances freely in the boundless rhythm of the whole.

A clarity dawns—reality was never as it seemed. The senses had merely dressed the formless in familiar attire, mistaking projections for truth. What had been perceived as real was nothing more than a refracted glimmer of something deeper, something ungraspable yet ever-present. And once this is seen, it cannot be unseen.

Every cell vibrates in coherence, every particle flickers with intent, all moving in an exquisite harmony. There is no separation between the observer and the observed. The very air hums with a silent language, one that speaks not in words, but in direct knowing. It is a language without syntax, yet it communicates everything. To grasp it is to step into a realm beyond both sanity and madness, where paradox is no longer contradiction but completion.

To touch this space, even momentarily, is to witness the ineffable. The sky and earth merge, the seen and unseen intertwine, and the weight of distinction evaporates. It is here that the greatest truth is revealed: the story of existence cannot be told, for it is not a story at all. It is the living breath of the unknown, an unspoken song resonating in the heart of all things.

To see oneself fully is to vanish. To feel oneself fully is to disappear. In this luminous paradox, joy and mourning entwine, delight and longing become indistinguishable. A blissful lament echoes from the depths, mourning not loss, but the shedding of illusion.

Here, the mortal walks among the divine, and even beyond.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Undeniable Pulse of Divine Ecstasy

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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The Face of God and the End of Seeing

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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