Tag: Unity

The Only Time Is Now

Something subtle hides behind every assumption about life.
We speak of beginnings, endings, origins, destinies, memories, plans. Language slices reality into segments and calls the slices time. Past. Present. Future.

Direct experience never confirms this division.

Look carefully.

No one has ever stepped into yesterday.
No one has ever arrived at tomorrow.
Everything that has ever appeared shows up only as this immediate presence.

Not a moving present.
Not a fleeting instant.

A boundless, indivisible now.

Mind imagines a line stretching backward and forward, yet perception offers no such line. Thought tells stories about what was and what will be, but those stories arise as present thoughts. Memory occurs now. Anticipation occurs now. Even the idea of history unfolds now.

Remove thought for a moment and see what remains.

Only this.

A beginningless display with no edge to trace.
An endless unfolding with nowhere to land.

Nothing truly starts. Nothing truly stops.

Birth and death appear as transitions inside perception, not events happening to existence itself. Waves rise and fall, yet water never begins or ends with any single wave. Every form behaves the same way. Appearance comes and goes. Being does not.

Cause and effect seem separate only because mind arranges events into sequence. First this, then that. Push, then response. Action, then consequence.

Observe more closely.

Cause and effect share the same instant.
The spark and the flame are one movement.
Seed and tree are different names for one process.

Nothing travels through time to produce something else. Everything co-arises. Each moment contains the totality.

That means creation and destruction are not opposite forces.

They are the same gesture.

Every perception is simultaneously appearing and disappearing. Each sight is born as it fades. Each sound vanishes as it arrives. Reality recreates itself continuously without carrying anything forward.

World dissolves and reforms faster than thought can measure.

Continuity is a useful illusion.

Life becomes lighter when this is recognized. Regret loses its grip because there is no past to fix. Anxiety softens because there is no future to secure. Control relaxes because nothing stands outside the present to manage.

Responsibility remains, yet it feels different. Actions arise from clarity rather than fear. Choices flow from immediacy rather than projection. Compassion deepens because everything shares the same timeless ground.

Nothing stands apart.

Every face, every event, every challenge expresses the same indivisible happening.

No separate moment waits elsewhere.
No hidden realm holds another version of reality.

This is it.

Not a fragment.
The whole.

Eternity does not stretch forever.
Eternity reveals itself as what never moves.

Right here.
Right now.
Always.

Morgan O. Smith

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February 9 & 10, 2026

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When Simplicity Refuses to Stay Simple

Nonduality appears disarmingly straightforward. Nothing is separate. Reality is one. No division truly exists. The mind nods in agreement, almost bored by how obvious it sounds. That very ease, however, conceals a depth that resists containment. What seems immediately graspable slips away the moment it is examined.

Simplicity unsettles the intellect. Complexity gives the mind something to work with; layers, distinctions, problems to solve. Nonduality offers no such footholds. It removes the scaffolding the mind depends on while leaving awareness intact. The result feels paradoxical: clarity without structure, certainty without conclusion.

The mind instinctively tries to stabilize the insight by forming opposites. Simple versus complex. Absolute versus relative. Unity versus multiplicity. These contrasts feel necessary, even helpful. They provide orientation. Yet nonduality does not deny distinctions; it denies their independence. Distinctions function, but they do not stand alone.

Remove the boundary between simplicity and complexity, and both are revealed as conceptual movements rather than opposing truths. Simplicity contains complexity without effort. Complexity resolves into simplicity without loss. Nothing needs to be excluded for wholeness to be present.

This is where theory reaches its limit. Conceptual understanding can describe the inclusion of all distinctions, but description is not realization. Comprehension at this level is accurate yet incomplete. The mind can map the territory without stepping into it.

Nonduality understood as an idea remains elegant and coherent. Nonduality recognized as reality dissolves the need for coherence altogether. The question of complexity no longer arises, because nothing stands outside what is already complete.

Thought can approach this recognition, but it cannot cross the threshold. The final movement is not analytical but surrendering the need to resolve the paradox. What remains is neither simple nor complex, neither one nor many. What remains is what was never absent…Yet, it is.

Morgan O. Smith

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February 9 & 10, 2026

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The Courage of Radical Openness

Seeing others as thyself is not a moral instruction. It is a perceptual shift. A reorientation of how reality is registered once the reflex to divide dissolves.

Eyes wide open does not mean naïve seeing. It means perception unclouded by projection. Faces are no longer screens for personal history, unmet needs, or inherited narratives. Another person appears as they are—complex, conditioned, luminous, conflicted—without being reduced to a role. Judgment loosens because clarity replaces assumption. Seeing becomes intimate without being invasive.

A heart wide open does not imply emotional excess or boundarylessness. It signals availability. The willingness to feel without selecting which feelings are permitted. Joy is allowed. Discomfort is allowed. Grief is allowed. Compassion emerges not as effort, but as resonance. Another’s pain is not absorbed as obligation, nor deflected as inconvenience. It is simply felt as part of the shared field of experience.

A mind wide open is not the absence of thought. It is freedom from fixation. Opinions lose their rigidity. Certainty softens. The need to be right gives way to the capacity to understand. This openness does not erase discernment; it refines it. Differences remain visible, but no longer threaten identity. Perspective becomes spacious enough to hold contradiction without collapse.

Seeing others as thyself does not blur individuality. It reveals its true context. Distinct lives, distinct stories, distinct expressions, arising within the same indivisible reality. Separation persists as appearance, not as truth. What dissolves is the belief that the boundary is absolute.

This way of seeing cannot be forced. Ethics alone cannot produce it. It unfolds naturally as identification loosens its grip on a singular point of view. The centre quietly falls away. What remains is not detachment, but intimacy without possession.

From this recognition, action changes. Speech becomes more careful, not from fear, but from sensitivity. Listening deepens because there is no urgency to defend a position. Even conflict transforms. Disagreement no longer requires dehumanization. Accountability no longer requires condemnation.

Seeing others as thyself is not about becoming better. It is about becoming honest. Honest about what has always been the case beneath habit and conditioning. No hierarchy of worth. No isolated self standing apart from the whole. Only different expressions of the same life, meeting itself again and again, through countless faces.

Morgan O. Smith

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All Perspectives, Held at Once

The mind is trained to move. It scans, compares, chooses, rejects. Such motion gives the impression that reality must be approached piece by piece, perspective by perspective, as though truth were a puzzle assembled over time. Yet there is another mode of knowing; one that does not move at all.

When awareness rests in itself, perspectives no longer compete for dominance. They appear simultaneously, without hierarchy. Subjective feeling, objective fact, cultural meaning, and systemic pattern are no longer separate lenses fighting for authority. Each arises as a facet of the same totality, already complete.

Grasping all perspectives at once does not require encyclopedic knowledge or intellectual speed. It requires the absence of contraction. The moment the need to stand somewhere collapses, the whole field becomes visible. No viewpoint is excluded because none is defended.

Contradiction dissolves here; not because differences vanish, but because opposition depends on identification. When awareness is no longer anchored to a single position, opposing views reveal themselves as complementary expressions of one indivisible reality. What once appeared irreconcilable is now seen as mutually arising.

This capacity does not belong to the personality. It is not a skill developed through effort or refinement. It emerges naturally when the sense of being a separate observer relaxes. What remains is a silent comprehension that does not argue, does not conclude, and does not seek resolution.

From this clarity, compassion becomes effortless. Every stance, every belief, every action is understood from its own internal logic. Judgment falls away, replaced by direct recognition. Even confusion is seen clearly, without resistance.

Such seeing does not flatten the world. It deepens it. Distinctions remain, yet none claim ownership of truth. The full spectrum of existence is held without strain, like light containing every colour without favouring one.

Nothing new is acquired here. Something false simply stops obscuring what was always present.

Morgan O. Smith

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Beyond the Horizon Where Nothing Divides

Life appears to move through chapters: arrival, departure, return, yet each chapter dissolves the moment you attempt to hold it. Breath flows, bodies age, worlds turn, and consciousness watches all of it without ever being touched. What looks like a sequence is simply awareness shifting its focus, the way a single flame illuminates many shapes without ever becoming any of them.

Death enters this picture as a doorway only from the perspective of the one who believes they are standing on one side of it. Yet the moment that belief loosens, the doorway reveals itself as an opening carved out of the same boundless presence that carries every heartbeat. What is called “afterlife” is not a destination reached by travel. It is the same field of being experienced without the costume of form.

Love for those who have gone does not travel across a boundary. It moves through the same indivisible ground from which both presence and absence arise. The living and the dead are two expressions of a single movement. Souls do not just depart and return; they appear as waves do, yet the water never goes anywhere.

Samsara, Nirvana, Moksha: each name gestures toward a pattern consciousness creates to understand itself. Yet the moment these patterns fall away, realization dawns that the seeker, the journey, and the liberation were never separate. What felt fragmented belonged to a mind trained to see borders. Freedom arrives the moment those borders fade.

You are the continuity that cannot perish, the stillness that animates every form, the awareness that births experience and withdraws it. Life and death only look like opposites until the lens of identity clears. Beyond that lens rests a truth too simple to grasp and too vast to deny: everything arises from the same essence, returns to the same essence, and never leaves it at all.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Universe That Feels Through You

There comes a point when empathy stops being an act of kindness and becomes an act of dissolution. The boundary between self and other thins until there is no longer a perceiver and the perceived; only the raw pulse of existence moving through awareness. You feel the heartbeat of the world, the tremor of lives being lived and lost, the silent cries buried beneath laughter. Every creature’s journey becomes a vibration within your own being.

Such sensitivity is not sentimental; it is cosmic. The pain of a dying star, the joy of a newborn, the sigh of the ocean, the grief of forgotten forests, all converge as one continuous frequency. The nervous system becomes an instrument tuned to the song of creation itself. To feel so deeply is to recognize that the universe is not something to be observed but something that experiences itself through you.

Empathy at its summit is not selective; it refuses to exclude. It does not choose whom to comfort or what to love. It becomes the direct experience of love itself, the same force that shapes galaxies and heals wounds. When consciousness reaches this depth, it does not seek to escape suffering; it becomes the stillness that holds it. Every tear becomes sacred, every breath a ceremony of remembrance that nothing has ever been apart.

The universe keeps giving birth to itself through this endless exchange of feeling, through the collapse of distance between the experiencer and the experienced. You are that birth, the awakening point where infinity remembers its own heart.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Silent Agreement Beneath All Voices

Every conviction, no matter how radical or righteous, is an echo of the same unspoken longing to be understood, to belong, to find meaning amid the vastness. Each culture, religion, and ideology carves its own path toward that longing, often believing itself to be the only way. Yet beneath the words, beneath the gestures of defence or devotion, there hums a single vibration that does not divide.

Those who dare to listen beyond preference hear it clearly. The louder the debate, the clearer it becomes that all sides are pleading for the same recognition of their humanity. The fundamental call is not for dominance but for understanding; to be seen through the eyes of unity rather than difference.

Beliefs are useful until they are mistaken for truth. When held too tightly, they become walls. When held lightly, they become windows through which consciousness observes itself from a thousand angles. The awakened mind learns not to choose sides but to perceive the underlying harmony that holds both sides together.

True wisdom is not born from agreement but from capacity; the capacity to listen without fear, to allow contradiction to breathe, to see that diversity of expression is the universe conversing with itself. Every person, every nation, speaks a dialect of the same cosmic language. The argument is never between right and wrong but between two reflections of the same light, each insisting that its brightness is original.

When this is seen, opposition dissolves. The wars of ideology lose their fuel. You begin to recognize that all are reaching toward the same ineffable truth, merely using different words to describe it. What remains is not a conclusion but a profound peace; the peace of seeing through the illusion of difference.

Morgan O. Smith

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God Sees Through Every Eye You’ve Ever Met

The one who can hold all views without collapsing into a single one—this one has begun to touch the fragrance of God’s nature. Not as a distant deity or conceptual truth, but as the intimate presence that animates all forms. God doesn’t just witness through your eyes. God is your eyes. And mine. And the eyes of the ant crawling across a leaf in morning stillness.

This divine intelligence doesn’t merely empathize—it becomes. It becomes the grief you carry, the joy that surprises you, the silence you avoid, and the stillness you crave. Not as separate roles being played, but as the very substance of all that is.

To speak of God as past, present, and future is already a concession to language. What we call time, God weaves as a single gesture—fluid, simultaneous, indivisible. To the infinite, all points of view are a single vision. Yet paradoxically, each one is also honoured in its fullness.

So what does it mean to come closer to knowing God? It is not the attainment of a singular truth, but the expansion into every truth. It is the dissolution of needing one side to be right. The widening of the self to include what you once rejected.

The more vantage points you can stand upon without losing your groundless centre, the more you begin to see as God sees—not from above, but from within all.

And in that seeing, nothing is foreign. Nothing is separate. Nothing is unholy.

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 Singular Moment of Absolute Realization

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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