(Minghui.org) Looking back over my journey as a Falun Dafa practitioner, not only have I experienced the magnificence of Dafa, but also have felt many times Master's immense compassion.
Near the end of 2008 when a fellow practitioner and I were distributing and putting up truth-clarification materials at a business center, someone reported us to the security guard. The guard grabbed us to keep us from leaving and called the police. A police vehicle arrived and two officers took us to the station.
At the police station, we did not answer their questions and only talked about how wonderful Falun Dafa is and how it's being persecuted. We did this from 9 a.m. until 11 p.m.
An officer found an invoice in my purse and asked me whose name it was. I refused to respond. He blurted out, “We can find out from the computer even if you won't tell us!”
I was not afraid and sent strong righteous thoughts: “Master, please strengthen me to keep the evildoers from finding the person on the invoice.”
After trying for quite a while, they found nothing. They wouldn't give up and looked on another computer, but still couldn’t find anything. Frustrated, they sent me to the detention center. I sent forth a firm thought, “Whoever brought me here will pick me up from here!” (It indeed happened that way later.)
The officer who took me to the detention center told the guard on duty about not being able to find the person on the invoice. The guard said confidently, “Let me try. I don't believe it!”
I immediately sent forth strong righteous thoughts. It took them a long time to find two people with the same name on the invoice, but neither matched my age or gender. They had to give up and locked me in a cell.
In the cell, I went to the bathroom and needed paper. I knew I had no paper in my pocket but reached in anyway, just in case. I found a small piece of paper. I wondered to myself, "The police searched me several times, and even pinched the corners of my coat, how did they miss this piece of paper?"
When I unfolded it, it was a receipt for a printer with the information the police wanted! I was moved to tears.
One day I was putting up self-adhesive flyers. The flyers had information on how the evildoers that persecuted Falun Dafa practitioners were being sued overseas. I hoped more people could see the information and realize that people overseas know about the persecution and are concerned.
When I checked my bag there were only six or seven flyers left, and I felt bad. When I finished putting them up, I was astonished to find that there were more flyers in my bag. I counted them and found more than I originally had.
I realized they were provided by our esteemed Master, and Master was helping me! I was greatly encouraged, and my righteous thoughts became even stronger. The traffic police couldn't see me at all. I put those flyers up at every intersection, so that pedestrians could see the information.
Similar situations have occurred when I distribute Shen Yun Performing Arts DVDs. I was enlightened that, as long as we validate the Fa and save sentient beings with a pure heart, things will be as Master said:
“When disciples have ample righteous thoughts Master has the power to turn back the tide” (“The Master-Disciple Bond” in Hong Yin II)
I live on the fifth floor and have an awning over my balcony. Over time, the nails that secured the awning to the wall became loose, and gaps opened between the nails and the concrete. The awning would shake up and down when it was windy, and really shake violently and make loud noises in a gusty wind. I was worried that it would fall and hurt the pedestrians but didn't know exactly what to do. I was very worried.
One summer morning in 2009, I went to the balcony and was astonished at what I saw: The awning had fallen off and landed inside the balcony without touching any of the plants or clusters of things around it, nor was it damaged.
It wasn't windy the night before, and the awning landed in the only small open space surrounded by many things on the balcony. It was completely undamaged. My husband was so shocked that he couldn't stop saying, “It's incredible!”
Every time I went out, I would bring some truth-clarification materials with me and distribute them in the suburbs. After I finished, I would rush home to make dinner. As soon as I entered our building, I would lock up my bicycle and quickly carry the groceries upstairs. In such a hurry, I have forgotten four times to take my purse off the handlebars.
The first time it happened, the little girl living upstairs brought it to me. The second time, I left my purse on the bicycle on Saturday morning and didn't realize it until Sunday morning. I thought it was gone for sure, but I ran downstairs and saw it hanging on the handlebars with nothing missing.
Before long, it happened for the third time. I felt very bad about it and blamed myself for being forgetful and letting Master worry about me repeatedly.
One day in early summer in 2011, I forgot my purse on the bicycle handlebars for the fourth time. This time I had more money in the wallet than the previous times. When I went downstairs to get it, my purse was still hanging on the handlebars, but the wallet was gone.
I was so ashamed. I thought of Master's words, “For cultivators, nothing is by chance. Usually it's related to the cultivator's process of improving.” (“Teaching the Fa at the Meeting with Asia-Pacific Students”)
I looked inside carefully and have deeply realized cultivation practice is very serious. I was attached to the food and clothing of everyday life and always carried hundreds of yuan to buy clothes and my favorite foods. As soon as I got home, my mind would be on food, and that's why I was absentminded and have repeatedly forgotten my purse on the handlebars.
Master has given His utmost to save us. What else can we not let go of?