The Surrender Experiment: My Journey into Life's Perfection

by Mickey A. Singer

what happened when someone dared to let go and trust the flow of life.

Then something happened to me

a chance encounter that

totally sweeps you off your feet.

very clear and unequivocal.

equally unambiguous—meditate.

Simply sit down in a quiet spot, watch your breath go in and out, and mentally

repeat the sound Mu.

do that for an ever-increasing length of ...

Zen was strict;

Zen meditation on my own.

At first I sat for fifteen or twenty minutes each day.

half an hour, twi...

concentrating on my breath and the mantra was definitely diverti...

the incessant chatter of ...

Mu, it couldn’t say all the crazy personal things...

I picked a tree to sit under, just like the Buddha.

I’m not getting up until I’ve reached enlightenment.

crossed my legs in a full-lotus position.

straightened my back and neck,

concentrate on my breath expanding

contracting in my...

make the Mu sound way down in my belly, below t...

Every time I breathed slowly out my nose, I felt a warm, inviting sensation throughout the area below my belly.

feeling of the exhaled breath and the movement of my belly—and,

sitting in a full-lotus posture with my hands resting on my crossed feet.

no sense of urgency

There was only peace—deep, deep peace. And there was

absolute silence, a silence that nothing could p...

Most important,

The silence, the absolute silence, even sounds outside did not disturb that stillness.

moat of thick peace allowed nothing to reach the citadel of my elevated state.

Neither desire nor fear could touch me in those early days.

was no longer Mickey Singer.

had to learn to eat in a way that was consistent with that peace.

I stopped completely.

felt like I had been born anew.

I started waking up at three in the morning to be able to do prolonged meditations.

learning to stay deep inside while my outer life passed before me, leaving me at peace.

if I didn’t want to listen to the mental chatter, all I had to do was slightly increase my concentration on the energy flow to my brow.

would then pass right by without disturbing me.

the sheer strength of my personality and intellect had not given her the room she needed to breathe.

meditating,

doing some yoga,

periodically I would go...

“Mickey” was down and out;

I had become dead serious about getting rid of him.

But I had no idea how.

more meditation and yoga.

would just go and let it unfold.