Healing with "I Love You"

When I woke up at 5am this morning to travel to my Ashtanga Yoga class I had no inkling that by 8am I would be talking a woman out of jumping off a bridge onto the Monash Freeway city bound traffic.

Granted this isn’t an ordinary post for a fertility blog, but this is not an ordinary scenario either, and I thank you with gratitude in allowing me the space to write from my heart and share the power of the incredible heartfelt words “I LOVE YOU”.

With my yoga class complete, walking out of the studio to a cool overcast morning – a different contrast to the darker colder morning of 1 1/2 hours prior. Driving to a dear friends house for a nourishing breakfast catch up I notice up ahead on the road cars slowing down. As a motorist my first reaction is “whats the inconvenience?” and “how is this going to affect my trip?” As I slowed down to merge right I see out of the corner of my eye a woman dressed in black, on the top rail of a bridge preparing to jump into Melbourne’s busiest freeway arterial in peak hour traffic. In all my honesty folks, my mind was chatting back loudly “Ok, people are on the phone calling emergency services. You can walk away, you can’t do anything to help, this isn’t for you…” And as the voices were spitting out layer and layer of objections I found myself doing a U-turn and parking 20 meters before her, behind another car.

I sat in my car, belt strapped in and just stared at her for a moment. My mind chatter eased immediately and I found myself closing my eyes, opening up the palms of my hands and telling her I loved her. I repeated “I Love You”, “I Love You”, “I Love You” countless times pouring this love out of my being and praying she could feel me. I would have been here for a few minutes and the love pouring from me matched the love I would pour into my babies. I didn’t want to open my eyes in the fear that I wouldn’t see her on the ledge any longer.

But my first prayer was answered. She was now holding on a pole. Oh thank God, our Divine Creator. But the next moment, she prepared to jump again. So I automatically went into my love state and poured love to her, praying that she would feel it again. This time my eyes were open and I saw my communication with her. I waited for a sign and I got out of my car. My head was screaming at me for attention ” Don’t go, you may push her over the edge; you will need to live with the consequences; who do you think you are to help?”

My reply “Who am I to not try?”

I stood by my car. It felt like no one was around. Just two women with a plea. Both had equal voice, and I was going to ensure she heard mine.

“I Love You” I spoke loudly from a distance. “I Love You”. “I Love You”. I looked at her and took one step forward. I proclaimed my love for her again. I took another step forward. “I Love You”. I couldn’t say it enough. She looked over at me. She locked eyes with me and did not tell me to stop. I kept walking. With my right hand on my heart and my left hand outstretched to her I slowly walked up to her. She had her hand out reaching for me.

I said nothing but “I Love You” as I walked up and hugged her legs, hugging her into the pole she was grasping now (probably wondering who is the crazy woman in fisherman pants holding her hands out…maybe I need to make a room for her on the ledge too?)….lucky I can find a thread of humour at this time… She allowed me to help her down where I embraced her and continuously told her that I loved her whilst stroking her mousey brown shoulder length hair. The smell of alcohol and stale cigarettes was evident as were her nicotine stained fingers, but what I could sense the most was a broken soul desperate for love and a seed of light.

People ran across the road, stating that the police and ambulance were on their way; enough to make her literally get up and try to flee the scene. My stern eyes told everyone to back off and zip it. Don’t take this moment away from her. I held her and told her I would take her to where she needed to go after we finished hugging. So she receded back into my arms. One of the bystanders was an emergency nurse at the local hospital. She recognised her from past attempts. I just held her even tighter. The police came and they too recognised her and knew her by name. I will protect her privacy, but it does have a divine ring to it.

The police took over and I walked away. I didn’t have to give my name, a statement, nothing. I walked to me car, sat there for a moment before driving off to continue my destination.

Now folks, this blog is not about recognition. It’s about love. The power of love. This woman (lets name her Mary) gave me a gift today. She taught me how to love unconditionally and tap into a divine love source that we all have. She felt it from 20 meters away because that is what she wanted to feel the most at that cathartic moment. And any one of us could have matched that, because we are all connected to the one Divine Source.

Funny how whilst in Paschimottanasana that morning, I was eye gazing at my foot and wondered how I could extend my energy beyond my foot. Funny how I was shown just how to do that after my Yoga teacher advised me not to try to hard.

Dear friends, below are some statistics for suicide rates in Australia:

Australia Bureau of Statistics states that suicide rates for both males and females has declined from 2000 to 2009 from 19.8% to 14.9% for males and 5.2% to 4.4% for females. (that is still 19.3% too many)
http://www.lifeline.org.au/Home states for every completed suicide its estimated that as many as 30 people attempt suicide. That’s 180 attempts a day, that’s one new attempt every 10 mins in Australia.
Lifeline.org.au also estimates 249 people make a suicide plan everyday and 1014 people think about it everyday.
As I was researching material to complete this post I found an article posted on Sept 21st 2012 in Armenia News.com. On Aug 4th 2012, a 15 yo homeless girl tried to jump off a bridge but a passer-buys managed to prevent her from jumping. The picture above is from this article as a correlation and in honouring her also in todays experience.

Friends of our world, the love you and I have in us is of a greater magnitude to what we exercise. It is infinite, deep rooted and healing. It can heal you of suffering and can connect you to our infinite source of consciousness.

At this moment I extend my love to you in deep gratitude, Helen.