(Minghui.org) I went to the Falun Gong practice site at first just to try it out. As soon as I started learning the exercises, I felt my body tingling with a rotating Falun. It was a most wonderful sensation.
That night, I had a clear dream. I dreamed of a gigantic laughing Buddha. I woke up with the earthshaking laughter still ringing in my ears.
From then on, the Daoist monk who used to appear in my dreams never showed up anymore.
I read Falun Gong and Zhuan Falun and understood that our life’s goal is to return to our original, true self and that cultivation practice means following the standards of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance to be better and genuinely selfless people.
The profound precept of Zhuan Falun stunned my soul and healed my pain.
As my understanding of Fa principles deepened and the realm of my thinking more elevated, I no longer tried to bore into the bull’s horn. I was able to make light of things and let go of attachments.
In my 20 years of cultivation, I feel Master is always by my side, watching over me, enlightening me, encouraging me, and protecting me. Master has never given up on me no matter how disappointing or how lacking in diligence I am.
Master has done so much for me. I would like to share a few examples with you.
Shortly after I started to practice Falun Gong, I attended a Fa study group where we watched the video of Master’s Fa Teaching in Guangzhou.
Master says:
“If your environment is not cleaned up and you have all sorts of things interfering with you, how can you practice cultivation?” (Zhuan Falun)
When I arrived home that evening and opened my door, I heard a swooshing sound coming from my paintings and my books. It was as if a strong wind was blowing through them. Yet, nothing was out of place and everything was quiet and normal.
I wasn’t one bit afraid. I knew Master was cleaning my environment.
There used to be a teahouse next to where I lived. Oftentimes, different organizations would hold various social activities there. One time, a qigong society had a function where a loudspeaker was used.
At first, the noise was creating interference for me. After a bit, my ears couldn’t hear anything. I knew it was Master blocking off my hearing so my environment would be peaceful.
As soon as the function ended and the noise subsided, my hearing was restored.
It was the winter of 1996 when Master pushed the bad stuff out of my body to the surface so that my skin started unbearably itching. My underwear became spotted with blood stains from all my involuntary scratching.
I should have enlightened to the fact that it was a good thing, but my xinxing level was not in a good place at the time. I began to waver and turned to medical treatment. Nothing worked.
Before I could overcome this tribulation, another tribulation reared its head.
Pimple-like spots began to show up on my face. My eyesight quickly declined. I could barely see, which created certain difficulty in my life.
At the time, I didn’t truly understand about cultivation practice. I was feeling very troubled and depressed.
One day, I ran into a parent of one of my students. She had just bought a whole lot of things and had difficulty carrying them all. I offered to lighten her burden.
It was a long walk to her apartment. Her things were quite heavy. I wouldn’t have had the strength before practicing Falun Gong.
On the way, she noticed my pimples and was concerned.
I said to her, “It’s nothing to worry about. It’s just karma elimination from my cultivation practice.”
She asked what I was practicing. When I told her it was Falun Gong, she made some uncomplimentary remarks based on her ignorance.
I was on high alert at once. I enlightened to the fact that I mustn’t damage Dafa’s reputation and cause people to have a bad impression of Falun Gong because I hadn’t cultivated well enough.
I became firm and resolute. I thought to myself, “I will ignore all adverse physical manifestations. I won’t let fear and worry take over.”
Because my thought fitted the requirement of my level at that time, Master took over and got rid of all bad stuff from my body. My itching stopped. My pimples disappeared without a trace within three days. My good eyesight returned.
One early spring evening in 2007, I was riding my battery motorcycle on my way home. I was about to cross a tunnel when I heard a noisy truck coming up from behind me. It was emitting black, pungent exhaust. I moved aside to let it pass.
Suddenly, the truck lost control and came rushing toward me. I was right next to the wall before the tunnel entrance. There was nowhere to escape.
Before I could react, I blacked out.
Eyewitnesses all believed I was dead. They crowded around me.
I opened my eyes and noticed my battery motorcycle was badly smashed up. I knew at once Master had saved my life.
I found I was able to move my hands and feet. I slowly pulled myself up.
The truck driver got out of his truck, shaking like a leaf, his face turned deathly pale. Everybody was clamoring for him to take me to the hospital for a checkup.
I assured the driver and all around, “Don’t worry. I’m okay. I practice Falun Gong. I have Dafa’s Master to protect me. Look, I’m truly fine.”
I showed them how I could freely move my limbs.
Master easily saved me from a possible disastrous accident.
Thank you, Master!
It was in spring of 2010 when I took along with me a big bag of Dafa informational materials to visit my mother in my hometown. I asked Master for protection so I could pass inspection in the bus station.
Just as I was about to enter the station to purchase my bus ticket, a young man rushed over to invite me to get in his van because there was a vacant seat left.
That was too coincidental. The young man seemed to know I needed to travel and was waiting for me with an empty seat!
During the New Year of 2012, my husband and I traveled to Chongqing to visit his family. I prepared a huge backpack that was stuffed full of Dafa materials. I again asked Master’s protection.
When we went through security with my backpack on my back, the security personnel just waved me through.
On the return trip, my backpack was emptied. This time, however, the security personnel insisted on checking my empty backpack.
Master is merciful! Dafa is amazing!