(Minghui.org) I had an unexpected chance to stay in a hotel on Wangfujing Street in Beijing with my niece who came from abroad in late September of 2011. Although we were harassed by police that night, my niece understood the truth about Falun Gong from this incident. She has since become a practitioner and witnessed how widespread Dafa is in China. It was an unforgettable night for both of us.
It seemed to be an ordinary incident, but it actually was an extraordinary one. Both of us, one from northeastern China and another from abroad, never expected to coincidentally meet in Beijing. I had never stayed with her before, and the policemen came to harass us as soon as we checked into the hotel. Their malicious act also scared the hotel employees. The police could quickly find me from the hotel information network because I am a Falun Gong practitioner and my name was on their “blacklist.” My niece was frightened by this sudden horrific scene, but she soon calmed down and wisely asked the policemen, “Can't we come to Beijing?” The policemen could not answer, but repeatedly said, “Sorry to disturb you. Welcome again.”
After this unsettling encounter with the police, I said to my niece that I would never have dreamed I would see her in Beijing. As I arrived in Beijing, I received a phone call from her. I was stunned, but she said happily, “You must be surprised. I knew from my mother that you were coming, and I will come to pick you up.”
My niece arrived in Beijing a few days earlier. No one knew she was here except her parents. It was so coincidental. Superficially, my son said to me in a fit of exasperation, “Mom, if you want to go to Beijing, just go tomorrow.” I answered back, “I'll go if you say so.” I thus took the money and went to buy a train ticket. There were hundreds of people in line in front of the ticket windows at the train station. Looking at the electronic monitor, I saw only one berth ticket available to Beijing for the next day. It's generally impossible to find a ticket to Beijing around the first of October. All tickets have to be purchased almost ten days in advance. I had a whim that this ticket would be mine if I wanted to be in Beijing at that time. My thought was that I will not get it if it is not the time for me to go there, and I'll just let heaven decide. After waiting in line for more than one hour, I got the ticket. That was why I came to Beijing.
At the hotel, my niece and I talked endlessly the whole night, and suddenly she asked me about Falun Gong. To clear up her doubts, she raised a series of questions. I told her the truth about Falun Gong and answered all of her questions. At that time, she suddenly asked me with a surprise, “Auntie, what happened to your hands? Why are they so bright?”
She then exclaimed, “Auntie look, I see a Buddha! I also see many Faluns rotating all over the room. It is so beautiful! You don't need to say anymore, as I completely believe everything you've said. It is miraculous! I now understand why you never gave up practicing Falun Gong despite death threats during a huge tribulation, and I support you. Not only do I support you, but I'll also practice Falun Gong myself!” I told her that she could see those real scenes because she was predestined to obtain the Fa. I also told her to buy books from Tianti Bookstore (this store sells only Falun Gong related books and videos) and study the Fa diligently after returning home.
My niece has practiced cultivation since that night. She became one of the luckiest persons in the universe - a Dafa disciple in the Fa-rectification period.
I received a phone call from my niece abroad not long after she returned. She told me a series of interesting stories including those about the Tianti Bookstore, attending group Fa study, truth-clarification activities, the Divine Land Marching Band, and relatives and friends who also became practitioners. She called me again last year. On the phone, she wept and sang “Thank Master's Gracefulness” (the song to thank Master ) intermittently. I could hear her inner voice and understood her feeling of urgency to save sentient beings and her unlimited gratitude to Master's merciful salvation. She was emotional over the phone, “Auntie, I saw Master! When I saw Master, I could not say a word, but just felt like crying. Master is so merciful, and I am very lucky!”
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