Life Inside Grace 03.06.2025
Living within Grace is like waking from a long, disorienting nightmare into a dream of joy and clarity. While nothing outwardly appears to have changed, something deep within has fundamentally shifted. Reality itself has updated, though I seem to remain the same on the surface. My path continues forward, as long as I hold close the quiet, sacred news of this change. I protect it, tend to it, and honor it like a small but powerful flame burning in the muddy, chaotic world.
Angels, it is said, walk in their own light—and I feel as though I’ve caught a glimmer of that truth. In interactions with others still caught in the tangle of karma, I speak gently, carefully, never to trigger unnecessary suffering. There is no need to stir up negative emotion. A calm gratitude has taken residence in me—a deep, sustained thankfulness without a specific cause. This feeling aligns with Stage 3 in meditation, where gratitude simply is, not as a reaction, but as a state of being.
It’s like watching the tide recede on a quiet beach afternoon. There’s nothing to figure out, nothing to explain. The thing is simply the thing. This is the Dharma of Samsara—being present without grasping, analyzing, or resisting. Karma has begun to express itself as Artha—purpose and material support—which arises not from striving, but from being aligned. Unexpected financial support has arrived, but not for indulgence or ego. It came to fund the true work ahead, to support healing, wisdom, wellness, and long life.
And yet, I don’t feel ownership over these resources. I don’t feel inflated or prideful about receiving them. It’s clear they are not “mine” in the usual sense. What came wasn’t really money, but energy—an impersonal power, channeled through Grace. It isn’t “my” power either. It is the light in the darkness, the sole lantern in a shadowed realm. Grace is the opening, the gate to higher consciousness. Like a sacred ticket—perhaps from Zambhala—it invites me to step into Stage 3 fully.
Grace is not a one-time event. It’s a stamina, a living current that must be cultivated and maintained. Through the Doodle RAMa meditation practice, I’ve begun to understand that much of what I thought was meditation was actually the gap—the moment of intending to meditate, but slipping into something else. Recognizing this has become part of my strength. It shows me where I fall away and where I return.
This practice of noticing and returning has built the roots of resilience, enabling me to stay centered in Grace even when the world pulls at my old, unconscious self. Samsara tries to magnetically attract the untamed, reactive parts of me—the “unsacred animal”—but I am learning to hold my position. Life inside Grace is not about perfection. It is about presence, about trust, and about returning to that sacred flame again and again, knowing it never went out, only waited for me to see it clearly.