(Minghui.org) I got really sick in 2013, with severe pain in my back and legs. I also suffered from bad sciatica and was short of breath. I became bedridden, and nothing the hospital did helped. I was near the point of breakdown.
In early April 2014, my aunt, who is a Falun Gong practitioner, came for a visit. Seeing the miserable state I was in, she encouraged me to practice Falun Gong. I wasn’t sure if it would be of any help since even hospitals couldn’t do much for me.
My aunt said, “You will be fine as long as you have faith in Master and Dafa and conduct yourself according to the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.”
I started to read the book Zhuan Falun and learn to do the exercises. Because of my poor condition, I could only manage what I could do in bed.
In a dream one night in the middle of April, I saw a few doctors in white gowns surrounding me. They looked at my forehead, and from their gestures I figured out that they meant to insert a needle, about the length of a middle finger, through my forehead. The needle went through without a hitch. I didn’t think it went through, though, because I clearly saw it was a little snake. They said it died inside and would disappear.
When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t think much of it, as I thought it was just a dream. But when I looked at myself in the mirror in the bathroom I got a shock, because I could see two big marks on my forehead; the one on the left was a bit bigger than the one on the right, and the distance in between was exactly the length of a middle finger.
From that day on, I was able to sit up to read the book.
My aunt came to see me at the end of April. I told her I was feeling a lot better and I could sit up and read the book, but I could only do one of the exercises because I couldn’t stand for long. I told her I could only do the second exercise for ten minutes and had not even started to do the fifth. My aunt said that wasn’t good enough and that I must do all five exercises.
That night, I made up my mind to do all the exercises. When I was doing the second one, suddenly I felt a warm current run through my whole body. I felt very comfortable all over. Tears began to flow down my face, as I had not known such wonderful feeling for a long time.
All my health problems disappeared that day, including the severe chronic bronchitis I’d had since childhood. I felt light all over, and I could carry my mother on my bike to market for groceries like I had done before I got sick.
I have never needed to take a single pill since I started practicing, and my family members all witnessed the miracle of Falun Gong.
My dad had been deeply poisoned by the culture of the Chinese Communist Party. He was a stubborn atheist and was never in favor of my practicing Falun Gong. He even spoke of Master and Dafa disrespectfully.
My dad became very sick towards the end of 2015 and had to be hospitalized. He had a big lump in his belly, and the doctors said it was bad, that we should be mentally prepared for the worst. My younger brother asked them how much longer Dad had. They said, “Just over a month.” My dad had an operation, but his belly bulged even more.
I begged Master to save my dad: “Please keep him alive. I haven’t clarified the facts to him well. It’s all my fault. I have let Master down. I have let my dad down…”
I sent forth righteous thoughts every day, and in my mind I brought dad’s bulging belly in front of me and asked Master to strengthen me. I sent righteous thoughts to eliminate all evil beings and evil elements in other dimensions that were harming my dad.
Three days later, the incision in my dad’s belly broke open, and streams of pus and blood ran out. The doctors were startled, and my family members were very worried. I told my mother not to worry, that it was just bad stuff that came out.
A few days later, my dad was discharged from the hospital, fully recovered.
That evening, Dad told Mom that he was truly recovered, that he was saved by a god. He told her that he’d had a dream the night his incision broke open: “An old Daoist whispered to me, ‘Old man, you are all right now. You are cured.’”
Mum told him that it was the Master of Falun Gong that had saved his life and that he must never again say anything disrespectful about Dafa or Master.
Now my dad has complete faith in Dafa, and he has also started practice.