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Now it was that there was a Daoist that arrived in an old town called Zhen. She had been traveling for a month thru the desert with little food or water; she was on the edge of death. She knocked on the first door of the first house and who came out was a hard working man with an expression that betrayed contempt. The Daoist explained to him that she had been traveling for weeks with very little, all she had now was some scorpions and a sip of water in her bag; she asked if he would help her. The man with contempt replied that he worked very hard for his food and water and needed every bit of it; he said he couldn’t spare her anything or he and his family would suffer and may starve. The Daoist bowed humbly and gave him her cloak saying that the desert night can be very cold and she didn’t want them to die of hypothermia. She said “God’s Love be in you.” And he closed his door and she left. She went to the next house and knocked on the door; a sickly man answered and when she had told him her condition, he told her his, saying he had leprosy; and at that moment his hand fell to the ground. The Daoist, full of Love, came in and sat him down on his bed; she told him to lie here while she went out to find things to help. Before she left she brought him some water from the drying well outside his house and cooked one of her scorpions for him. Two hours later she returned from a near oasis to the town with special herbs; she ground them, mixed them, boiled them, and told him to drink it; she prayed on him and stayed with him until night when his hand grew back and was healed. He then stood her out by the door; she humbly bowed and said “God’s Love be in you.” He thanked her and closed his door and she went on her way. At this time she had a great trouble standing, so she crawled to the third house and knocked on it’s door. A man with a good countenance answered and, seeing the Daoist in such a state, invited her inside. He helped her onto his couch and asked her who she was, but she got no further then that she was a Daoist, when he asked her why. She asked what his concern was and he told her that he heard Daoists were wanderers with almost no money; they were considered, by most, lower than any peasant; he went on to ask if they had ever gone to school and got an education or degree, or if they were as low and stupid as he had heard. She said she had no degree. He told her that she was very poor indeed and asked what hope she then had. She asked him what the reason was for a degree; in the end he said it was to help lead a good life. She asked what a good life was; he hesitated and said that it was one full of happiness; she asked if a degree was part of that; he replied that it helps and provides opportunities for a good life. Again she asked what a good life was; again he replied that it was one full of happiness. Now she said happiness made on the suffering and oppression of others or while others suffer and are oppressed, was no happiness she wanted. He replied that if she wanted philanthropy, a degree would help open opportunities for charity and travel to where she could help others. She did not deny this in a respect, but then she told him that no single snowflake ever feels responsible for an avalanche; and also: life in Love is joy. Divining her meaning, the man with the good countenance, without saying a word, rushed her out of his house and closed his door. She turned around to the closed door, stood up and humbly bowed and left on his doorstep a gold coin, polished clean, and a note: “God’s Love be in you.” She fell to the ground, felling more near death, and dragged herself to the fourth house; she knocked and a richly man answered. She told him her condition and asked for his help; but his reply spoke poorly, saying that if she got herself into such a position and condition as she was in, she did not deserve help. She said that Love is unconditional; he paid no heed and closed his door. She stood up and humbly bowed, this time she fell over; the rich man inside heard this and thought it was another knock, so answered; the Daoist proffered her shoes; when the rich man took them she said “God’s Love be in you.” The rich man closed his door, and she continued on to the fifth house on which she knocked. A man with a frock came to the door. The Daoist told him her condition and asked for his help. He asked her if there was anyone who could vouch for her or any papers that said who she said she was was her. She replied there was no such authority for her. The man with the frock then shut his door saying that he then could not help her. Tears began to swell in her eyes now; she stood up and humbly bowed to the ground leaving at his doorstep her hand-woven hat, the rest of her scorpions, which were three, and a letter, written: “God’s Love be in you.” She now approached the sixth house, shivering violently from the cold air of the desert night. She knocked and the man answered with a fearful face. She told him her condition and asked for his help. He said nothing. She asked if there was something the matter; the words, only my God, were all he said, and he shut his door. The Daoist now wept. She stood to her feet and humbly bowed to the earth and left the man the rest of her money, which was two coins, with a letter encouraging him to give it to those in need, and also written: “God’s Love be in you.” Now as she crawled and drudged to the seventh house, she saw a man shivering for he had nothing to keep him warm. She went to him and he asked for help, needing water and warmth. The Daoist gave him all her water, though that was but a sip it was amazingly refreshing and restoring, and she gave him all her clothes. He bowed and thanked her a thousand times and asked if she would come with him; she declined; before he started to leave she said “God’s Love be in you.” He began to walk away, and came back begging her to come back to his house so he may thank her, but she said she had one more place to go to; she asked if he would come with her, but he hid his face and left. She knocked on the door of the seventh house and two men answered, both having crosses around their necks. One man was almost blind and could only see fuzzy shades; when he made out the Daoist woman before him, unknown to himself afraid, he lifted a shotgun to her head, the other tried to stop him but hesitated, and the man who was almost blind shot her twice in quick succession: one in her head and the other in her heart.
Our Child of Love, Ora, died at the age of 21. After this she was thrown in a pit; an underground stream 10 days later began to carry her to the sea; she reached and set out in the ocean a year after she died.
The man with contempt and his family, who was given Ora’s cloak, stayed warm night after night, and never shivered; the man who once had leprosy lived longer than anyone around him, living to be 116; the man with the good countenance, meditating on Ora’s words to him one day, left the life he lived to study with the buddhists, soon quitting them and seeking immortality, he died early at the age of thirty-nine with the gold coin and letter Ora had given him in his hand and with an enlightened smile in his face; the rich man, five years later, was approached by a wealthy man from the capital who wanted to hire him for some job, but upon looking at the rich man’s shoes (the same ones Ora had given him) he left and never came back, the rich man then burned Ora’s shoes and afterwards wept realizing what he had done, later he sold all he had and wandered until he came to Judea and met John the Baptist, later he became a disciple of Jesus and unwittingly and fatefully brought him to death, and from then on he was only a shell, but when he died he cried tears of joy to have been given such Love by Ora and Jesus, but then he wept because of his lack; the man with the frock ate the scorpions and loved them, and he wore Ora’s hat everyday, having taken a fancy to it, and everyday, because of the delicious scorpions Ora had given him, he ate one each time before he went to bed, and later, to make some money, he began to sell them and eventually give them away seeing and liking the happiness his cooked scorpions brought to people, but before his death, afraid people would steal his secret, he made a point to kill all the scorpions in that part of the desert, at this time he was stung by one and died at the age of forty-eight; the man with the fearful face gave away the money just as it was written, that is all; the man who was freezing and thirsty gave praise and thanks to Ora and for having met someone as her, and he told stories about her and how she helped him in his most desperate time and what happened to her in her final moments, but he forgot about who Ora was; the nearing blind man in the seventh house, after he shot Ora, became entirely blind and his eyes throbbed painfully every heartbeat, but he learned to ignore it and left his brother, with whom he lived, to do work, and he got a degree, made much money, and lived a happy life with little suffering; and the blind man’s brother, after experiencing her death, heard about Ora and what she did in his town and was filled with compassion, he sold his possessions and became a wanderer teaching Love and living in Love, this lifestyle at first brought much suffering to him and others, but growth begat the Truth in Love in God, some he inspired who were open enough to him and those who were not were those closed and hiding from God(Love) like the men of the seven houses and the thirsting man who was freezing.
What change did Ora bring to the world? that is for you to change yourself and to grow in true understanding and take action, and live in Love(God).