Let Go and Let God

I've decided that I want to go bungee jumping. Until today I wasn't sure if I had the nerve, but I think I could do it. I really think I could.

My husband said he wouldn't because he has obligations, and although he says it's safe to do with the proper set up and guidance, he also says there is no point in risking your life. But to him, it wouldn't be a big deal to jump. He wouldn't be overcoming anything, he says.

For me it would be like taking a leap of faith. Having the courage to jump would be the big one for me. They might need a trap door to make me go the first time. ;) Really though, it would be so symbolic for me.

I had a huge shift one time when I was with my teacher. We were doing our internal energy practice (Sun-Do, yoga, Tai Chi), and I was in a standing pose and my mind kept putting images in my consciousness, and I was distracted by them. I had asked Joey about this earlier, and he said to surrender to my highest self when this happens. So I was wondering how to surrender to my highest self when I remembered a story about the path to enlightenment Joey told that morning in the intensive.

Ahh, it's been over 2 years, and I'm not sure I can do the story justice. It was cute, and so true...He talked about a man and a mountain, where the man thought reaching the top would mean he'd arrived. So through turmoil and setbacks, he manages to reach the peak. He feels so great and happy...for about 5 minutes, but then he gets bored because there is no one there to play with, nothing to do. He starts to wonder if this is it, if this is all enlightenment has to offer after he'd worked so hard to get here. Suddenly his foot slips, and he falls off the cliff on the other side of the mountain, but just below the ledge he grabs hold of a root sticking out and breaks his fall. So he's dangling there by one arm, yelling for help, but nobody is there to help him. Getting desperately tired and realizing he's going to die, he cries, "Oh God! Please help me!" So God shows up. The man is so relieved! He asks God what he needs to do.

"Let go," God says.

The guy cups his free hand around his mouth and shouts even more desperately to the top of the mountain, "Is there anybody else up there who can help me?!"

So I'm standing up meditating at this intensive, and I can't seem to stop these images, and I'm trying to figure out how to surrender when I recall this story. I imagine myself to be in the place of this guy dangling by one arm off the edge of a cliff. I look up to the sky, and I say, "God, I surrender. I am letting go-" and I let go.

I had the most amazing experience! I did not fall, no sir-ee. I had never felt safer and more taken care of in my entire life than in that moment of surrender when I "jumped".

That, for me, would be the symbolism with which I jumped if I bungee jumped. I would jump into the Grace of God, fearless and trusting, I would simply let go.