A young psychology student
was about to enter her Manhattan
apartment, when she was suddenly
abducted by two men at knife-point.
While one of the men drove to the
marshes of New Jersey, the other one
jabbed a knife at her throat,
threatening, "How does it feel to
know you are about to be raped and
killed?" Of course she was
frightened, but as a psychology
student, she began to ponder what
would cause them to be so hateful so
as to commit such heinous crimes.
When they arrived at their
destination, one of them pointed to
the various mounds of earth, proudly
proclaiming, "this is where we've
buried our other victims." They
then stripped her, threw her on the
ground and just as one of them was
about to rape her, she lovingly took
his face in her hands, looked
compassionately into his eyes and
said, "There, there, you don't have
to be afraid." Then the strangest
thing happened. The man who was
about to rape her froze for a moment
and then broke down into
uncontrollable sobbing. The other
man, looked over and said, "What
happened? What went wrong?" As he
became caught up in the other man's
emotion, he, too, began to sob. The
two men continued to sob and sob as
though their hearts would break.
Quite some time later, as
the men's sobs slowed, she said,
"Okay boys, its time to go home."
After she dressed, they drove her
to a train station in Manhattan,
where they left her to find her way
back home, never having bothered to
take her money.
It deeply touches my
heart the way her unconditional love
broke through the intense loneliness
both men must have felt all their
lives. Its unimaginable to me that
their lives were unchanged as a
result of this encounter... as I'm
sure hers was as well. I know my
life was changed after having had a
similar experience about 35 years
ago:
It was the year my mother
died of Cancer and I was quite
self-destructive, having felt
helpless to save her. I was dating
a man who often told me how he would
sit on the huge boulders in Central
Park to meditate during the wee
hours of the morning. One night,
after a very late dinner in
Manhattan, Harold invited me to join
him on one of those rocks. Of
course, being quite
self-destructive, I didn't hesitate
to say yes.
As we made our way towards
the top of a huge boulder, Harold
chided me, "You know, there are on
average only one murder a night here
in the park." I nervously laughed as
we continued on, knowing this was
more than likely true. Once settled
on the rock, I scanned our
surroundings, as the park was bathed
in the magical light of the full
moon. While doing so, I saw three
men against the horizon, coming
towards us. I nervously nudged
Harold, "What's that?" That's when I
learned that Harold had a habit of
mumbling under his breath when he
was frightened, which of course is
what he did. It was then that Harold
told me he used to 'lay' on the
rocks while meditating. He never sat
upright as we were doing, which
explained why he had never been
bothered by anyone in all the years
he meditated there.
We both breathed a sigh of
relief as they turned and left. It
wasn't long before we heard bottles
breaking down below, which triggered
Harold to again mumble something
under his bresath. This was not a
good sign. Moments later the leader
slowly walked towards us, holding a
bottle, while his two thug
companions approached us, one from
each side. They were both carrying
broken bottles.
All at once, something in
me shifted dramatically. It was as
if the scene itself had completely
changed as did I, sort of like in a
sci-fi movie. I suddenly saw these
men as flower children coming to
join us on this beautiful balmy
summer night, offering a bottle of
wine to share. After all, it was the
70's - the era of peace and love. I
whole-heartedly invited them to join
us on this rock on such a gorgeous
night... yadda, yadda , yadda...
continuing on and on with my
genuinely loving welcome.
They waited patiently for me
to finish, after which, the leader
said quite cooly, "Yea, but we need
some money." Harold's response was
of course to mumble something under
his breath, while mine was to
continue prattling on in loving
flower-child fashion. Again, they
waited for me to finish.
Not knowing quite how to
respond, the leader simply asked for
a smoke. Well neither of us smoked
(cigarettes), but Harold groped
around for the pipe with marijuana
he had been smoking earlier.
Offering it to them, each took their
turn to have a toke. I remember
thinking later, it was as if they
were passing the peace pipe. Soon
after, they put their heads together
in sort of a pow-wow. I guess they
hadn't ever encountered anything
quite like this before, so it took
them some time to decide how to
proceed. Then, to our great surprise
and delight, they simply turned and
left.
Once out of site, Harold and
I walked quickly, but with very tiny
steps, back to the car. Safely
inside, I turned in dis-belief to
him, "Surely our bloody bodies must
still be on that rock, as there's no
way we could have survived that."
I didn't understand
until years later, it was the POWER
OF LOVE.. pure unconditional love,
that dramatically shifted both
outcomes, changing the course of all
the lives touched by that love.
Although I didn't know it at the
time, I believe this was my true
spiritual awakening to my true
calling, which has always been about
'being' and fostering unconditional
love.
Getting back to those
'criminals' in government and big
business, can you see the
correlation between them and the
criminals in these stories? Don't
you think if we muster up some
unconditional love and compassion
for them, things might shift
dramatically for the whole planet?
MY PROJECT:
This is why I'm inviting
all of you to submit to me your own
stories of how the POWER OF LOVE has
somehow transformed you and/or
others through a particular event.
This can also be a story you've
heard about someone else. If you
don't know how to write, let me know
you have a story to tell, and when I
get enough of those, I'll arrange a
conference call or webinar so that
we can all share them. Don't worry,
I'm a great interviewer, so I can
inspire anyone to tell their stories
effortlessly.
My vision is to collect
and archive these stories (written
and/or spoken) and put them on a
website and on YouTubes so that
others can be inspired to see how
love and light transforms fear and
darkness. I think when enough
stories are told, like the hundredth
monkey, these transformative POWER
OF LOVE incidents will become
commonplace. That is my greatest
desire!
Please feel free to give
me not only your stories but any/all
feedback regarding this project.
After all, THIS IS A CO-CREATION! I
can't do it without YOU!! And we are
quickly moving into a world where
co-creation transcends the
teacher/student paradigm.
And remember, WE ARE THE
'ONES' WE'VE BEEN WAITING
FOR!!!
Lots of Love, Joy &
Co-creation,
Zahn
Distributor of 'Adya Clarity' -
Minerals For Ascension
Disseminator of Uplifting, Spiritual
Messages
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