(Minghui.org) I obtained the Fa in August 1996. I have experienced countless episodes of soul searing pain and countless episodes of joy after passing the tribulations. I have made it to today on the path of cultivation by depending firmly on my belief in Master and the Fa. I understand deeply Master's infinite grace. Through tribulations, Master has been protecting us and guiding us. As long as we firmly believe in Master and the Fa, all tribulations can be overcome. I will cite some examples to show Master's mercy and Dafa's miracles.
1. It was a very hot day in August 2000. In Sanshui Forced Labor Camp the police tried to force me to write a statement to give up my belief and ensure that I would not do the Falun Gong exercises in the labor camp. I refused, and they dragged me to the stadium to expose me to the baking sun. Two cooperating inmates (if a practitioner refuses to give up his/her belief, two inmates who are committed criminals live with and monitor the practitioner's every move) were monitoring me. I had to sit on the hot ground with my legs crossed. I was not allowed to sit in the meditation position, and not allowed to drink or move. I was forced to sit from early morning until the sun went down. Under the baking sun it looked like I was sitting in the clouds when viewed from a distance. It was all white steam around me. I was covered in sweat from head to toe. The sweat evaporated when it hit the ground. Several days later, my weight dropped from about 180 lbs to just over 110 lbs. I was a wreck. One time while was I sitting, I felt suddenly terribly dizzy, very tired physically. I felt I had reached my limit. Suddenly the phrases "Having fully experienced thousands of kinds of hardships, Two feet tread on a thousand demons" (“The Great Enlightened” from Hong Yin) leaped into my mind. I felt instantly I was big and tall, and continuing to grow. I was so big that I reached the edge of the universe. I was still growing rapidly and expanded to the larger cosmos. My entire person was dissolved in Master's mighty grace. I cannot explain this spectacular sacredness with all of human language.
2. In September 2000, I was tortured by CCP agents because I refused to give up my belief. I was often beaten and cursed. At that time the labor camp was being built, and I had to work at the job site. I had to carry buckets of cement from upstairs to downstairs, and downstairs to upstairs many times daily. I was very tired, and my ankles were swollen badly. It hurt to walk. I often climbed the stairs step by step, gritting my teeth, one hand holding the handrail and one hand holding the bucket. I was often being cursed and beaten. It was worse when I tried to get food in the cafeteria. I had to walk several meters to the cafeteria. In the cafeteria several hundred people lined up to get the food. The team lead shouts the drill command, and people line up. Sometimes I could not follow the drill command due to the pain in my legs. Others stepped on my feet. The pain was unbearable. I tried very hard to keep up. This torture lasted about three weeks. Finally the guards saw that they could not force me to change my belief. They transferred me to another squadron out of fear that I would influence others. I carried a backpack filled with blankets, clothes, towels, toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash and walked to another squadron. The two squadrons are only a thousand meters apart, but it felt like much more for me. My feet were swollen, and it was so painful that I could not straighten my back, and I sweat a lot due to the pain. I was thinking: “I am a Dafa disciple. My purpose is to validate Dafa, to validate the greatness of Dafa. Look at me now: limping with a crooked back and carrying a bag. It looks terrible. Won't this tarnish the image of Falun Gong practitioners when those in the new squadron see me? Isn't this contrary to my wishes? I did not cooperate with any request by the evil forces from the police station, detention center or labor camp, and suffered a lot of torture. Isn't this to validate Dafa? But my current image is degrading to Dafa, and Dafa's dignity and sacredness are compromised. It would be so nice if I could walk with big steps and with my head held high! When I got halfway between the two squadrons, I suddenly discovered that my feet did not hurt, my back straightened, and I was full of energy. My body was very light and I walked with big steps. I could not hold back my tears of joy, and my soul was shouting: “Thank you, Master! I will do better in the future!”
3. One day in the labor camp workshop, a guard beat a drug addict in front of me. The guard beat the inmate fiercely with an electric baton. The inmate rolled around on the floor, desperately begging for mercy. His screams were heard throughout the workshop. The guard said, “I will see whether you still dare to be lazy.” He was looking at me. I knew he was doing this to threaten me. A few days later, he tried to force me to write a statement to give up my belief. He said his superiors had pressured him, and I had to write it that day, otherwise he would do this and that. When he saw that I did not react and turned my head away, he roared at me, “Will you write it or not?” I said I did not want to write it. He hit my head with the electric baton right after I spoke. There was an immediate smell of burning flesh. The whole workshop could smell it. Many people stood up to watch. I was still sitting there peacefully with a smile, without any sign of feeling pain. The guard knew he could not get anything out of me with so many eyes watching, so he left me hastily.
4. It was a rainy evening in March of 2005. I rode a motorcycle to a residential area with 100 truth clarification booklets around 10:00 p.m. I saw a tailor's shop with a light on in an alley and a person was sewing inside. I parked my motorcycle in front of the shop and walked around the residential area to distribute the booklets. About an hour later I had finished. At that time it was raining very hard. Many people were already asleep. The whole residential area was very quiet, with only the sound of a dog barking. There were no street lights. Only a few homes had lights on. I tried to find my way back, but I could not find my motorcycle anywhere. It was too dark, and I was not familiar with the area. I became anxious after a half hour of searching. At that period of time, many people's motorcycles were being stolen. I wondered, “Was it stolen? Why couldn't I find it?” The more anxious I was, the more lost I became. Then I thought, “I came to validate the Fa, and that is the most righteous thing in the universe. No one is qualified to test me. My motorcycle is a tool to validate the Fa. No one can steal it.” After ten steps and a turn, I saw my motorcycle. The tailor's shop was already closed, and my motorcycle was there under the dim light from inside. I was thrilled to feel a burst of heat fill my body. I forgot my wet clothes and tiredness, and rode my motorcycle home happily.
I have experienced many miracles while clarifying the truth of Falun Dafa and encouraging people to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. For example, people who have suffered brain damage in a car accident, paralysis, cancer, heart disease, or diabetes were cured after they understood the truth. A person's toe was cut off and it bled for a year. After he understood the truth, the bleeding finally stopped. A 90-year-old man broke a bone, but medication could not stop the swelling. After he understood the truth, a miracle happened to him. Some of these people withdrew from the CCP and its affiliated organizations, and others recited, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” Many people have witnessed the power and miracles of Dafa. Some of them have understood the goodness of Dafa and started to cultivate.
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