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Beyond the Quadrants

Direct Encounter with the Supreme Identity

The quadrants—I, We, It, and Its—are not just theoretical maps of experience. They can be lived, felt, and directly known in ways that reveal both their necessity and their ultimate transparency. Each quadrant opens as a doorway, and when entered deeply, each dissolves into the same ground that holds them all.

The “I” – Subjective Interior

The first-person self, the one who says “I,” often feels like the most fundamental reference point of life. Yet, in moments of profound awareness, this identity begins to unravel. The familiar sense of a centre collapses into boundless subjectivity that no longer belongs to a person. Awareness remains, but it is no longer tethered to the small self. The “I” is recognized as inseparable from the infinite.

The “WE” – Intersubjective Communion

Beyond the personal lies the shared field of relationship. Here, connection is no longer about agreement or dialogue but about an unspoken resonance. Every being, every presence, becomes part of a silent communion. The walls between self and other fall away, revealing a unity that feels more intimate than words could ever capture.

The “IT” – Objective Reality

The external world, seen through clear perception, ceases to be “out there.” Light, form, and movement are no longer divided from the one who sees. Reality appears luminous, alive, inseparable from the awareness that beholds it. Object and subject reveal themselves as two sides of the same indivisible presence.

The “ITS” – Systems and Networks

The interwoven fabric of existence discloses itself as a living system. Breath, heartbeat, ecosystems, and galaxies are perceived not as separate mechanisms but as one movement—an intricate symphony without a conductor. The interconnections are not abstractions but a direct felt sense of everything breathing together.

Beyond Quadrants – The Supreme Identity

As each quadrant is seen through, they collapse into the unbroken ground of Being. This cannot be named as “I,” “We,” “It,” or “Its.” It is the source that gives rise to them all while remaining untouched by their distinctions. This is the Supreme Identity—timeless, boundless, indivisible.

When lived from this recognition, the quadrants are not discarded but liberated. They no longer bind perception to fixed standpoints. Instead, they shine as transparent facets of a jewel that was never fractured. Every act, every relationship, every perception becomes a clear expression of the ground itself.

The Supreme Identity is not somewhere else, waiting to be found. It is what was always here—before the quadrants, within them, and beyond them.

Morgan O. Smith

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A Dreamed Reality

Memory as the Mirror of the Absolute

What we call reality may be less solid than it appears. Every sound, sight, and sensation dissolves almost as quickly as it arises, leaving only the faint residue of memory to claim that anything happened at all. Existence itself feels dreamlike when examined closely: shifting, impermanent, yet strangely coherent—like a page rewritten by an unseen author each moment.

Memory is the keeper of this dream. It builds continuity from fragments, stitching together the illusion of permanence where none truly exists. What we call “the world” is less a physical stage than a reflection—abstract, fluid, a hologram shimmering on the screen of awareness. To mistake this reflection for the ultimate is to confuse the shadow for the light that casts it.

The most high, the unconditioned source beyond all appearances, does not require memory. It is that which precedes storage, recall, or even perception. Yet within its infinite stillness arises the dream we name reality. This dream is neither random nor meaningless; it serves as a mirror through which the Absolute contemplates itself. Every event, every thought, every fleeting sensation is nothing more than the play of memory echoing back to the One who never forgets because It has never known separation.

To recognize life as memory’s echo is not to diminish its beauty, but to free oneself from the weight of taking it as final. The dream is not false in the sense of being meaningless; it is false only in being mistaken for the whole. What is real lies in that silent clarity from which both memory and dream emerge.

Awakening, then, is the gentle turning of attention from the flickering reflection to the brilliance of the source. It is the realization that the dream was always sacred, but never ultimate.

Morgan O. Smith

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Non-Attachment

Admiring Her Beauty Without the Need to Possess It

She stood before you—radiant, complete, untouched by your desire. You saw her beauty not as something to claim but something to witness. No attempt to preserve it. No hunger to prolong the moment. Just presence.

This is the essence of non-attachment. The ability to recognize the luminous without needing to make it yours. To love deeply without ownership. To appreciate fully without clinging. To admire, and then walk away—not because you don’t care, but because you’ve seen clearly.

Desire often masquerades as appreciation. It sneaks in, subtle at first, until the gaze becomes gripping. The mind begins to script stories: how it could be, how it should be, how it must be. But true seeing requires no continuation. It is complete in its own silence.

Beauty invites reverence, not possession. When you see her—whatever or whatever she is—truly see her. Let that moment be enough. Let the gaze be unpolluted by longing. Let the love be real because it is free.

To walk away isn’t abandonment. It is freedom for both the viewer and the viewed. There is no trace left behind. No emotional residue. Just the echo of a sacred glimpse, unbroken by need.

And isn’t that the deepest form of intimacy? To allow something or someone to remain what they are, without the distortion of your grasp?

Non-attachment does not dim the light of love; it refines it. It teaches the heart how to hold everything while clinging to nothing. It teaches the soul how to dance with impermanence, and still call it sacred.

Sometimes the most awakened gesture isn’t to stay, or to reach, or to take—but simply to witness beauty… and bow.

Morgan O. Smith

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You’re Not Greater Than Anything

You’re the Only One to Ever Exist

No one else has ever walked this Earth as you. Not a version, not a shadow, not a resemblance. Just you.

Not because you’re special in the usual way that word is thrown around, but because existence itself only ever unfolded once—and it’s doing so now, as you.

This isn’t about ego. Ego thrives on comparisons: greater than, less than, better, worse, worthy, unworthy. But the truth beneath all that noise isn’t about status—it’s about singularity. The kind that isn’t measured. The kind that never repeats.

People spend their lives searching for meaning, purpose, and a sense of identity. They try to earn significance or prove their worth. But importance isn’t earned—it is. You are the original event. Not one among many. Not one of a kind. The kind.

Look around. Every face you see, every story, every moment, all of it—just folds within the One. That same One expressing itself here as your particular breath, your memories, your voice, your fears and awakenings. The sky that bends over you is not separate from your gaze. The rhythm of the world doesn’t move beside you; it pulses through you.

To say you are not greater than anything is to drop the illusion of measurement. Of trying to win at some existential game. But then comes the deeper realization: You are not less than anything either. There is nothing else to measure against. You’re the first and last word of this moment.

Nothing else has ever existed apart from this.

So ask yourself: What happens when you stop performing for reality and start remembering that you are it? What shifts when you no longer strive to become someone meaningful, but realize that meaning itself is being?

You’re not here to improve reality. You are the revealing of it.

And this unveiling has never happened before—not like this.

Morgan O. Smith

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The Highest Peak That Erased Itself

I have spent years trying to describe what happened to me, and every time I speak about it, the words become more suspect.

Language can outline an experience, but it cannot contain it. At best, words point like the crooked finger of an old monk who knows he’ll die before finishing the sentence.

What happened felt like the culmination of every practice, every prayer, every insight. I thought I was climbing a mountain of understanding, reaching ever-higher plateaus. The views grew wider, the air thinner, my confidence stronger.

Then there was nothing.

Nothing to stand on.

No summit.

No climber.

Not even a fall.

Awareness no longer rested on any subject or object. There was no watcher, no witness. The entire machinery of spiritual seeking—so intricate, so earnest—collapsed without fanfare.

What remained didn’t feel like a state. States come and go. This had no coming. No going.

No arrival.

It wasn’t some radiant oneness to bask in. Even calling it oneness implied there could have been twoness.

It wasn’t emptiness in the Buddhist sense, the elegant doctrine that everything is dependently arisen and thus without essence. That too felt too architectural, too systematic.

It was simply nothing that needed explaining.

Not a blank.

Not a void.

Not a silence that replaced noise.

Silence and noise lost all difference.

Thoughts continued—because why wouldn’t they?

Breath moved.

The world appeared precisely as before: sounds, colours, forms.

Except no one stood behind it all, calling it mine.

No vantage remained from which to call anything anything.

The sense of being a person—so carefully cultivated over a lifetime—dissolved like salt in water. But even that suggests a process. The truth is it never had any reality to begin with.

This wasn’t annihilation in the frightening sense. It was astonishingly gentle. The self didn’t die screaming. It simply wasn’t found.

Where had it gone?

Nowhere.

Because nowhere was needed.

There was an uncanny intimacy with everything. Not the intimacy of closeness, but the absence of distance.

A bird calling outside wasn’t outside.

A passing thought wasn’t inside.

Nothing was outside or inside.

Without a center, there was no periphery.

No boundary defined what I was or wasn’t.

There was no I to define.

This wasn’t bliss in the usual sense—no narcotic wash of pleasure.

No ecstatic union.

Ecstasy requires an experiencer.

There was no experiencer left to feel enlightened.

And so the phrase “I had an enlightenment experience” is a lie spoken for convenience.

Experience implies an owner, a timeline, a sequence of events.

This wasn’t an event.

Events happen in time.

Time didn’t stop; it lost its claim.

Past and future stopped being places to travel.

What about now?

Even that lost its centrality.

This was so direct, so unarguable, so empty of specialness.

No claim to make.

No badge to wear.

No insight to hold.

No teaching to give.

Nothing was revealed.

Nothing hidden remained.

No questions answered.

Questions fell away for lack of a questioner.

The sacred and the profane lost their separation.

There was no vantage from which to prefer one thing over another.

Life went on.

Dishes washed.

Conversations happened.

Traffic lights changed.

Anger arose.

Tears fell.

Laughter erupted.

All of it completely itself.

No attempt to improve or transcend any of it.

Nothing to transcend.

No one to be improved.

If anything changed, it was this relentless dropping of all pretenses.

All strategies.

All defenses.

Even the defense of being spiritual.

Especially that.

No seeker.

No sought.

No path.

No realization.

Just life, unadorned.

Not life as concept.

Life as immediacy.

Life with no one living it.

And I see now that every attempt to name this diminishes it.

But that’s the game of words.

Let them fail.

I won’t call this truth.

Truth is too grand.

Too final.

Too proud.

I won’t call this liberation.

Liberation implies something bound.

Nothing was ever bound.

I won’t call this God.

God suggests someone else.

Something else.

Otherness itself dissolved.

This wasn’t merging.

Not two to merge.

No return to source.

No departure.

No source.

Just this.

No this.

And even writing that betrays it.

So here I will stop.

Not because I have finished.

But because there is nothing left to finish.

Morgan O. Smith

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Love as the Wildfire That Consumes All

Regardless of the situation or circumstance, love is the force that transforms. Allow it to spread like wildfire, engulfing everything in its path. Imagine every leaf of hate, every hardened trunk of resentment, and every twisted branch of fear ignited, consumed until only ash remains. The ash is not the end, but the beginning—a fertile soil for renewal, a space where new life can emerge, untouched by the old.

Hate feeds on division, growing thick like a forest of misunderstanding. Yet, fire—pure and unrelenting—brings everything to a singular state, where difference dissolves into unity. In the same way, love has the power to dismantle rigid identities and dissolve the illusions that separate us from others. When you love, you open yourself to the world without conditions. You stop trying to manage what is uncontrollable. You release the need to defend a fixed self and surrender to the flowing, infinite nature of life.

This kind of love requires courage. It demands the willingness to step into discomfort, embrace vulnerability, and face even the shadows within yourself. But as each branch of judgment burns, what is revealed is clarity—a vision unclouded by projection and bitterness. You begin to see the world not as a battleground but as a place of shared experience, where suffering and joy, growth and decay, are all part of the same unfolding.

When you allow love to spread, you release control over where it lands. It may touch those you least expect, and reach places long hidden from sight. It may even burn through your own assumptions about what love should look like. But that is its gift. Love, like wildfire, is indiscriminate—it cannot be contained by preference or limited by attachment. It moves with its own intelligence, revealing truths beyond what the mind can grasp.

In the aftermath, there is only stillness. The forest of illusions is reduced to ash, leaving behind the essence of what truly matters. From this stillness, new growth emerges—not the old recycled patterns of fear and separation but a fresh awareness grounded in presence and peace.

Let love be the fire that purifies and regenerates. Allow every layer of fear to ignite, every doubt to dissolve, and every sorrow to be consumed. Stand in the flames, trusting that what burns away is only what no longer serves. What remains, after all is said and done, is freedom.

Morgan O. Smith

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Beyond Illusion

Discovering the Space Between

The mind creates identities and builds a sense of self out of thoughts, emotions, and past experiences. These constructs shape beliefs around who you think you are and who you think you aren’t. This entire narrative, though compelling, is merely a distortion. It presents itself as reality but, in truth, is nothing more than an intricate mental creation. We become confined by these polarities, oscillating between two extremes—what we accept and what we reject about ourselves.

These boundaries, however, do not define the core of who you are. The sense of self emerges as a reflection against what we perceive as the ‘other.’ You’re not merely the collection of traits you cherish, nor are you the shadow aspects you struggle to suppress. By engaging with either, you remain caught in a dualistic view that blinds you to your deeper essence.

The challenge, then, is to neither grasp onto one identity nor to strive to become its opposite, but to look at the liminal space between. This uncharted territory holds the key to your True Self. Neither glorified nor condemned, this space is untouched by labels. It eludes all attempts to be defined. When you gaze into that emptiness, you come face-to-face with your origin—the point where being meets non-being, and you witness the dissolution of the false dichotomy between ‘I am this’ and ‘I am not that.’

Finding this space requires surrendering the tendency to categorize. Allow awareness to rest on the edges of thought, where opposites fade into one another. This subtle recognition can shift perception, making you aware of a silent presence that underlies all identifications. It’s a sense of being that defies expression yet is undeniably real. Here, you aren’t bound by limitations, nor are you an idealized version of yourself.

This presence is what mystics have pointed to throughout the ages—a place beyond words and mental constructs. It’s here that the True Self emerges, not as a separate entity, but as the unconditioned awareness that holds both the ‘you’ and the ‘not you.’ Let this realization transform the way you see yourself and others, dissolving barriers until all that remains is a boundless, indivisible field of consciousness.

Morgan O. Smith

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