(Minghui.org) I am a farmer from a mountainous area in Sichuan Province. I checked out many types of qigong when I was in high school and finally decided to practice one in December 1995—Falun Gong.
The main book of Falun Gong, Zhuan Falun, and Falun Gong, the introductory book of this cultivation practice,changed my view of the world. I was shocked by what I learned.
I joined a group practice at the end of January 1996. Every practitioner, including several women in their 70s, sat on the ground to do the sitting meditation. I thought that Falun Gong was so amazing, and that it would be great if my mother could also practice.
My mother, who is illiterate, had severe arthritis and inflammation of her stomach lining. She could not even drink cold water. She had frequent nightmares and her family members would be startled awake by the loud sounds she made. She tried Chinese and Western medicine, but nothing worked.
I brought her the introductory book Falun Gong and the cultivation practice's exercise instructions in the summer of 1996. I told her more about Falun Gong and how its founder, who practitioners call Master Li, purifies practitioners' bodies. She wondered how this Master could help her since she lived in a mountainous area, but I told her not to worry.
My mother believed what I said. I then sent her the Falun Gong lecture CDs.
My mother’s neighbor wrote a letter for her to me. In her letter she said, “Falun Gong is great, and what Master said is all true. You’d better not give up practicing Falun Gong, even if you earn less money.” I was so surprised. I worried that she could not practice Falun Gong by herself in the countryside. Now, she worried about me.
She recited Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance over and over again and used these principles to upgrade her speech and actions. The illnesses that tortured her for several decades disappeared in less than three months. She could now drink cold water, eat cold food, and no longer had nightmares. She could climb trees like a child to cut off branches, and she could carry anything that weighed over 110 pounds while she walked up a steep mountain road.
Her 64-year-old uncle also started to practice Falun Gong. My uncle retired early in 1982 because of illnesses, he was deaf, could barely read, and had no energy. He visited some well-known hospitals and also practiced some forms of qigong, but nothing worked. However, after he practiced Falun Gong for a few months, he was healthy again. He could climb the mountain like a young person.
Their neighbors who witnessed the changes were amazed, and they also learned Falun Gong. In this way, more and more people began to practice it in my hometown.
I was working at a construction site. Once I practiced Falun Gong, I returned to my company some small items, such as switches, which I took from the warehouse. Also, all practitioners no longer needed to be prodded to work since they voluntarily carried the heaviest loads when climbing stairs.
We told our co-workers about Falun Gong and its principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. We gave them the books to read.
I passed the tests after the shortest training time ever and received an award. When I found that my salary was several hundred yuan higher than it should have been, I returned the money.
On one occasion, some people bought some pigs from my father and accidentally overpaid him. My father ran a long way to catch them so he could return the money. They were very surprised and said that there were no longer good people like him.
“My entire family practices Falun Gong,” my father said. “I also read Falun Gong books. We were told to follow the principles Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and to not take what did not belong to us.” They commented that just by reading this book one would become a better person. This shows that Falun Gong is amazing.
A neighbor used to argue with her mother-in-law all the time. My mother lent her the Falun Gong books and that neighbor also began to practice Falun Gong. She no longer argued with her mother-in-law.
Several families in our village practice Falun Gong. They gave good rice to the government and kept the not-so-good rice for themselves. Our village later arranged for people to fix the roads. Practitioners made the choice to work on the most difficult part. This showed to our village that practitioners are the best people.
If anyone planned to work out of town, they would rather give their home key to apractitioner instead of to their siblings. They said, “You Falun Gong disciples are the most trustworthy.”
A road was under construction in 1998. My youngest uncle, who was known for his strong arms, used a steel hoe to remove the bamboo roots. He did not see my mother behind him and hit her head. It was a loud sound and the people who witnessed it were shocked. However, my mother stood there unhurt.
“It’s truly a miracle,” they said. “Practitioners do have gods to protect them!”
The 610 Office in my province demanded that I give up Falun Gong in the summer of 2000. I did not cooperate and they forced my company to fire me.
I went home to work on my family's farm. They used an electric water pump to remove the water in the field and the motor stopped. I checked the power cord and got an electric shock. My body was leaning forward and then was instantly pulled back, away from the live wire. My thumb had two brown holes but did not bleed and there was no pain. I knew it was Falun Gong that protected me.
My cousin worked in coal mines for a dozen years and had silicosis, a form of occupational lung disease. After he practiced Falun Gong he became healthy.
When he went back to his hometown, his truck overturned and he suffered life-threatening injuries. The doctor did not think that he would make it, but because of practicing Falun Gong, he was fine after some time.
One of my neighbors, also a practitioner, and I went to Beijing to appeal for justice for Falun Gong in October 2000. We were arrested and held in the Tiananmen Square Police Station. One officer kicked one practitioner and tried to grab his Falun Gong book.
“You are not allowed to hit people—hitting is crime,” I told the officer. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and pressed it against my ribs. I did not feel any pain.
After we were transferred to the Mentougou Police Station, some prisoners were ordered to pour boiling water down my back. I did not feel any pain. Falun Gong protected me again and again.
One middle-aged woman from a nearby village came to my house to learn Falun Gong. It was late when she left and she had to climb a mountain and cross a river. The tiny road was covered with rocks, grass, and shrubs on both sides, but it seemed as if she had a light bulb on her head to show her the road. She realized it was Master helping her.
My mother had her third eye opened soon after she practiced Falun Gong. She saw the rotating Falun, Master Li’s Fashen, and many other living beings and scenes in other dimensions.
My mother was illiterate but she kept reading Falun Gong books every day. She could see the Gods and Buddhas in the words, and sometimes the words would enlarge, move, and shine. Gradually she could read the entire book Zhuan Falun. However, if one of the same words she read in Zhuan Falun appeared anywhere else, she could not recognize them.
Our local practitioners changed positively in mind and body. The people who witnessed this also began to practice Falun Gong over and over.
Even neighbors who did not practice Falun Gong still had advice for people whenever conflicts occurred: “You need to act according to Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.”