(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in April 1998. This story shares how I obtained the Fa, and my cultivation path afterwards. It was narrated by me and transcribed by my daughter.
I grew up on a farm in a family of landlords. I have lived under bitter persecution from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) since I was young and experienced several bloody political campaigns.
My father was viciously criticized during the Cultural Revolution, and was forced to jump to his death. My mother and second sister both committed suicide by drinking poison because they could not cope with the continuous torment.
When I was 13 years old, I tried to sell some homegrown berries on the street, but was arrested. I was tied up, paraded through the village on a truck, and made to speak into the loudspeaker, denouncing myself, calling myself an “opportunistic profiteer.”
I married a man 11 years my senior in the spring of 1972. At one point after my marriage, I worked on the railroad, hauling heavy sacks of sand, lime or coal. It was a backbreaking job that most men wouldn't care to do, yet the wages were a pittance.
I later became a street vendor, selling fish and vegetables for a living. In the summer, the hot sun would be beating down mercilessly. In winter, there was no escaping the freezing cold. That lasted for at least a dozen years.
The first half of my life was spent under immense hardships of physical exertion. At the age of 48, I suffered a complete collapse. I was unable to fall asleep at night, with unbearable pain coursing through my body.
My liver and spleen became enlarged. I developed gastroptosis, cholecystitis and neurasthenia. I tried many medical treatments but none of them could help.
My husband had practiced various types of qigong until he came across Falun Dafa. When my ailments started to surface, he and our second daughter often tried to persuade me to join the practice. They kept telling me that if I practice Falun Dafa I would get better.
My answer was always, “When I get well, I will practice.”
My husband read aloud a Dafa book one time so I could hear. As I was listening, I suddenly noticed two blooming lotuses on our wall. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I took another look, and saw that the flowers had blossomed even more.
I told my second daughter what I saw, and she replied, “Mom, this is Master’s merciful compassion being shown to you. This is a sign. You must start practicing Falun Dafa.”
She went on to tell me a lot of things about Dafa. How the practice would cure my illnesses and lead me on the path to becoming an enlightened being. My heart suddenly brightened and I yearned to become a practitioner.
My husband and daughter were overjoyed. They ordered a taxi and took me to a practitioner’s house two streets away to watch Master’s lectures on video.
I felt enveloped in Master’s immense energy. My heart and body were slowly being purified. I let go of my grievances against life’s injustices and my attachment to monetary gain. My mind was elevated to a height where my body felt light and comfortable.
Although I still felt a little weak after watching Master's video, I was able to walk home. The people around me all witnessed the supernatural power of Dafa and how it had worked wonders on me.
I soon started doing the exercises. When I listened to Master’s directions to follow the movements, I felt there was somebody behind me, supporting me. I distinctly sensed Falun rotating everywhere inside my body.
I was overwhelmed with gratitude, “I have finally obtained the genuine high level Fa – Falun Dafa!” Tears streamed down my face.
My life was now on the path of cultivation, and my thoughts were constantly on Master’s teachings of Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance. I used these principles to guide me to become a good person, a better person.
I studied the Fa and did the five sets of exercises every day. My health, character and thoughts improved.
Every time I studied the Fa or did the exercises, my eyes would fill with uncontrollable tears of gratitude.
I have not taken any medicine or had injections for the past 18 years. My physical state continues to be better than people of a much younger age.
Since Jiang Zemin, the former head of the CCP, started the brutal persecution of Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999, I have been arrested and detained three times.
The first time, I was arrested and detained for over 20 days because I was seen reading Dafa books on a train.
The second time, I was at home when the police broke in, dragged me to their car and took me to a detention center. I went on a hunger strike for nine days to protest my innocence. My skin turned dark, my lips were severely parched, and I was basically skin and bones. My health was going downhill fast.
I said to Master in my heart, “I want to go home. I have to get out of here to save people. I have to get out to validate Dafa.”
The police believed that I was on the brink of death on the ninth day, and summoned my younger brother to come and take me home.
I regained my health in three days with constant Fa study and doing the exercises.
The third time I was arrested, I was studying the Fa with several other practitioners when the police broke in and arrested us. We were detained for 15 days. I was extremely distressed and remorseful that Master’s photos, Dafa books and other Dafa materials were confiscated.
I looked inward and realized that I had paid too much attention to doing things and to validating myself, putting too much emphasis on the number of people I had helped to quit the CCP. I also had not been diligent in looking inward to uncover my strong attachments to showing off, zealotry and to being competitive.
During critical moments, my first thought was not on Master or Dafa, but on fighting with the old forces and the evil. If I had put myself in the Fa and let go of my “self”, the end result would have much better in saving people.
I have been practicing Falun Dafa for 18 years. I have persisted in studying the Fa, doing the exercises, going out to let people know about Dafa and the persecution, and placed saving sentient beings as the top priority in my life.
I often go alone to different villages to distribute Dafa informational materials and talk to people about the persecution.
Under Master’s encouragement, everything has gone very smoothly. Many a time, people will greet me with “Falun Dafa is good!” As soon as I show up, people run over to find out what new materials I have brought and ask for some.
I handed a man a CD one time. He grabbed my sleeve and asked, “Are you aware of what I do? I am a police officer.” I told him sincerely, “I want to save everybody in the police force.”
He let go of my sleeve and walked off.
I continued to distribute the CDs until they were all gone before heading home. I thanked Master in my heart for protecting me from danger.
I walk a path of cultivation. I am a divine messenger. My righteous thoughts, my every word and compassionate smile will right every evil attempt to hinder my efforts to save more people.
Eight years ago my right shoulder suddenly felt as if a heavy weight had landed on it. The feeling spread down to my arm, as the pain become unbearable.
I didn’t realize that the old forces in another dimension were trying to persecute me. My mind was void of any conscious thought, but I kept up with my daily Fa study and exercises despite the excruciating pain.
One night, in my sleep, the fingers on my left hand became full of energy. I reached over to grab hold of my right shoulder and pressed down very hard. This happened for three nights.
The pain in my shoulder had disappeared by the fourth day.
I was on my way to a village to distribute Dafa materials in the spring of 2016. As I was crossing a bridge, a car hit me from behind on the left side. The force knocked its headlight off, but the car carried on.
Only my left shoulder felt the impact, and I was fine. I thought, “Nothing can stop me from my mission.” So I went into the village and distributed the materials to every household before heading home.
My left shoulder was black and blue and swollen for a few days, but that was it.
Another time, I had an inexplicable pain in both of my knees. When I massaged here, the pain would show up there. When I massaged there, the pain would show up somewhere else. The pain even woke me up at night.
Once, I went out to make some phone calls to tell people about Falun Dafa, and had to drag myself there painfully step by step. I spent two hours making phone calls and helped eight people to quit the CCP.
When I was ready to go home, I stood up and both my knees felt fine.
I have experienced many miracles on my cultivation path. I realize that everything I do is done by Master, yet Master gives me the honor and mighty virtue.
I hope to continue to be diligent all the way to the end to fulfill my prehistoric vow.
This is just a little experience sharing.
Thank you, Master!
Thank you, fellow practitioners.