(Minghui.org) My husband and I moved to a small village in the southwest of England in January 2006.
The day before the New Year in 2008, we were in London's Chinatown, where we met a gentle, kind Chinese lady. She handed me a booklet called the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and talked to me about quitting the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliates. She asked me if I would like to use an alias to quit, but I chose to use my real name.
I asked her something that had been on my mind for a while. “I want to understand more about Falun Dafa. How can I do that?” I asked.
She wrote down the Minghui.org website address on a small piece of paper and handed it to me. She said that I could go online when I got home and read all about Dafa and other related information.
I believed that I had been handed a treasure. “I’m finally going to find the answers to all my questions,” I thought in anticipation.
I turned on my computer when I got home and eventually found Falun Dafa’s main text, Zhuan Falun. I started to read it and was taken aback. Immediately, I felt this book’s importance to life and living. My heart sang out, “This is the Buddha Fa! Every word is about the principles of the cosmos!”
So, I continued reading Zhuan Falun, but with renewed respect and reverence.
I read every single word with care and veneration, and couldn’t help but think and sigh, “How treacherous the CCP is! It's leading us to hell! How many poor, innocent Chinese people is it out to ruin? How many has it already ruined?”
At the same time, I felt so fortunate and blessed to have finally obtained the Fa. I made a commitment then and there to practice and cherish Dafa with all my heart.
I read and re-read Zhuan Falun, every time with the utmost attention.
I also watched the video of Master Li’s exercise instructions. I followed all of Master’s movements carefully so I could do the five sets of exercises accurately on my own.
With my heart and soul totally submerged in the Fa, I could feel my body undergoing tremendous changes.
One day, Master appeared in another dimension, removed two black masses of karma from inside my body, and knocked them into the stone wall outside my house.
I asked Master, “Will this karma ever come back to my body?” Master let me know that if my thinking and behavior becomes bad, the karma would definitely return.
That made me realize that I have to treat my cultivation and life as a practitioner with responsibility and seriousness. I worked on elevating my xinxing and made sure to study the Fa and do the exercises every day without fail.
Master continued to cleanse my body. My frozen shoulder, cervical spondylitis, hemorrhoids, and the tumors on my neck and right side of my abdomen soon disappeared.
Of particular significance was the disappearance of the psoriasis on the bottom of my left foot. It was back in 1995 when I noticed something unusual and hard on the bottom of my foot. It was extremely itchy. I was troubled and worried. I sought relief and treatment, but to no avail.
An old classmate, a fine doctor, said to me, “There is no cure. When you get old, it will spread to your toes, and the entire bottom of your foot will most likely be unbearably itchy.”
As soon as I started to do the sitting meditation exercise, Master showed me the root cause of my psoriasis.
I was looking into a very deep black hole and noticed creepy, crawly things of different sizes and shapes moving about. They looked like earthworms, leeches, and strange black insects.
Although they were ugly and made me feel queasy looking at them, I wasn’t too scared or concerned. I was confident that Master would help me get rid of them.
Sitting cross-legged during the mediation exercise was really hard, as my legs felt very stiff. I couldn’t even sit with one leg crossed at first.
However, when I saw photos of a lot of practitioners doing the sitting meditation with both legs crossed, I thought, “If they can do it, I can do it, too.” So I kept trying. It was a long and painful process. First, I was able to sit with both legs crossed for five minutes, then 15 minutes, then half an hour, and finally a full hour.
I took a look at the bottom of my left foot one day, and the psoriasis was gone. All of this made me marvel at the power of the Buddha Fa.
When I think about Master’s mercy and the inconceivable difficulties he endures to bring us to salvation, tears often flow down my cheeks.
My husband and I work in the village every weekday, from morning to evening. We work hard and stay busy. Often, I just can’t find sufficient time to study the Fa during the day.
I downloaded Master's lectures and use my daytime hours to listen to the Fa while working. When we go home in the evenings, I’ll seize whatever spare time I have to do the exercises and study more Fa.
Master must have taken note of how conscientiously I try to cultivate, so he takes care of me and gives me constant encouragement.
When I was doing the sitting meditation one time, Master showed me a very slowly rotating Falun. However, the design in the middle of the Falun was stationary. Circle after circle of bright lights went around and around systematically. The more the circle of light rotated outward, the slower it got. The colors were so bright and beautiful.
I read through all of Master’s teachings and continue to study the Fa with reverence and diligence. I know Master is here to rectify the Fa, and as Master’s disciples, we have to cultivate well in order to return to our original, true selves. We also need to help Master save sentient beings.
That is the highest order and our sacred mission. I know every Dafa disciple shoulders an important responsibility.
My English is not good, and I don’t drive, so I can’t work independently. I often felt that I was in a rather passive state at home, and worried that my non-practitioner husband might object to my work on Dafa projects.
The day I began printing Dafa information materials at home, my husband thought I was involved in politics. He got so fearful that he spent the whole night worrying, and fell sick the next day.
In order to dissolve the anxiety in his heart and to help him understand about Dafa and the truth behind the persecution, I wrote him a clearly-worded letter.
His attitude began to change after that. However, I knew he still feared for me, so I needed to work on myself and my external environment.
I changed my character and became more extroverted. I started talking to people and got involved in local charity activities. I make sure that people around me know about Dafa and that I was a Dafa practitioner, and I ask them to sign petitions against live organ harvesting in China.
In return, I receive good words and support from the people in the surrounding communities. Wherever my husband goes, he hears people singing my praises. That makes him happy and proud. That is how I validate the Fa to him.
I can now work on my Dafa projects at home in peace.
When I was meditating one day, the Goddess of Mercy, dressed all in white, suddenly appeared in front of me. I immediately felt joy in my heart. I thought, “I am being visited by the Goddess of Mercy.”
She waved her right hand, and a ray of white light shot at me. She signaled me to go with her.
I thought something was wrong. “I am a Dafa disciple here to assist Master in Fa-rectification, to save sentient beings. My sacred mission is not yet complete. How can I go away with you?”
The Goddess of Mercy wouldn’t go away.
Master said:
“You should just focus on cultivation and should just assimilate yourself to this Dafa. In other words, no matter who you were—be it a Buddha, Dao, or God—you have to assimilate to this Dafa of the cosmos before you can return.” (“Teaching the Fa at the Assistants’ Fa Conference in Changchun”)
I then thought: In Dafa, I’ll be able to cultivate to a much higher level than you, the Goddess of Mercy.
As soon as that thought showed up, the Goddess of Mercy finally disappeared.
When I was in meditation another time, a small, black flying saucer appeared and hovered in front of me. I knew that it had ill intent, so I just sat quietly and watched it. The flying saucer soon flew away.
Then, a huge, gray flying saucer appeared, deafening me with a loud rumbling noise. A powerful cylindrical white light emitted from the base of the saucer and sucked me up into the air.
I remained unmoved and sent forth a thought: I am Dafa disciple. Nobody dares to persecute me. To persecute me is to commit a crime!
The giant saucer wouldn't back off, so I recited the formulas Master taught us for sending forth righteous thoughts.
The giant saucer still didn’t budge. I was in grave danger and felt that I couldn’t hold on much longer. Just at the moment, I remembered to shout out, “Master Li Hongzhi, please save me!”
The giant saucer disappeared without a trace.
This helped me to become more aware that cultivation practice is a serious matter. We must have trust in Master and Dafa, proceed solidly, and stay firm at all times. Master's boundless mercy, compassion, and power can then help Dafa disciples weather any storm.