(Minghui.org) I am 63-years-old. I began practicing Dafa in 2009. I never wrote an experience sharing article before because I felt that I didn't cultivate well. A few days ago, a practitioner told me about a paper she wrote about some magical things she encountered in cultivation. She said it wasn't to validate herself, but rather to validate Falun Dafa. So I became determined to write mine. I became very emotional once I decided to write it. My journey has been a path that has been full of magical, majestic and thrilling experiences.
Before I took up cultivation, I often felt that I had a bad destiny as I was diagnosed with heart disease in my twenties. The heart disease became more serious as I got older. Each time when it flared up, I had to be rushed to the hospital for surgery. Later, I also got serious headaches which were very painful.
Then something worse happened; in 1997, my husband was diagnosed with late-stage cancer. Nothing could cure him. My mom invited my husband and me to stay at her home so she could take care of us. At that time, she had already been a Dafa practitioner for two years. She often took us to a practitioner's home to watch Teacher's video lectures and she also taught us the exercises. We began reading Zhuan Falun and Teacher's lectures that he had given in various regions.
My husband passed away in November 1997, one month after we moved to my mom's house. I returned to my home and didn't read the Fa much. I occasionally did the exercises to improve my health. In 1999, when the vicious persecution of Falun Dafa began, I stopped practicing. I was totally lost in search of fame and wealth. I was competitive and fought tooth and nail to win. I wasted a lot of time playing the game Mahjong.
That went on for ten years.
One day in November 2009, I went to visit my mom. She told me not to play Mahjong and encouraged me to practice Dafa. She also handed me a few copies of Minghui magazines and some truth clarification CDs.
I watched one of the CDs the next day. For some strange reason, tears rolled down my cheeks nonstop. The Minghui magazines also brought me to tears. My main consciousness woke up!
From that day on, I returned to the practice.
I studied the Fa a lot, over and over again. I usually cried while studying. Later I found a small Fa-study group and shared with practitioners. The Fa-study and the sharing helped me to understand that we need to cherish the Fa. I regretted having wasted so much time over the last ten years. I often reminded myself that I had to study the Fa more and catch up.
I started working with practitioners to clarify the truth face-to-face. We distributed truth clarification CDs and materials, and we also gave out the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and The Ultimate Goal of Communism. Sometimes we went to different places to put up posters and banners. I did as much as I could and often used the Fa to evaluate myself. I was busy every day. Sometimes I was tired, but I felt that I lived solidly. I had totally recovered. I was very grateful to Falun Dafa.
My daughter and I rented an apartment in a small town in 2010. We lived on the seventh floor and we were there for eight years. Since the building stairwells were dirty, I decided to clean them twice a week from the first floor to the seventh floor. People stopped throwing garbage there and helped to keep the place clean. Everybody liked it and some even offered to pay me. But I refused to take their money.
As the neighbors knew that I practiced Dafa when I clarified the truth to them and asked them to quit the Chinese Communist Party and its affiliated organizations, nobody refused. They also accepted the truth-clarification materials such as our magazines, the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and CDs.
I was illegally abducted and placed in a local detention center in 2013. But fortunately, I was released the same evening.
One day as I was cleaning the stairwell, a neighbor from the fourth floor told me that her manager had ordered her to monitor me. She said, “I argued with my manager because it's a dirty job. I told him I wouldn't spy on a good person like you. Why should I? I told him that I live in the apartment building and witness how much you have done for everybody, free of charge, to help keep the place clean. There are all kinds of people that live in this building, but nobody does things for anyone else. Ever since you, a Falun Dafa practitioner, came, our building has become spotless! She works for over two hours each day for us. I am very touched by her kindness. You people are so superficial – you talk beautifully but nobody does the real work like her. I won't spy on a good person!”
The neighbor continued to say, “I thought I was pretty good before because at the very least, I cleaned things by my front door. But there is no way I can compare myself with a Falun Dafa practitioner. In the end, the manager said, well, there is really no need to keep tabs on a good person. This is how things ended.” I became emotional. I said to her, “You've positioned yourself well. You will be rewarded one day.”
A group of practitioners and I went out to put up truth-clarification posters one evening in 2016. A practitioner and I were on one team and were responsible for a wall that was quite clean. People coming from the opposite direction would certainly be able to see the posters clearly.
As we removed the vinyl sheets on the self-adhesive tape and were about to put up a poster, a car pulled over and stopped behind us. The headlights were turned on and shone through the dark. What should we do? If we stopped, the self-adhesive tape would be wasted. We both decided to carry on with our task. We took our time and put up the poster as planned. When good people see it, they will be saved; bad people won't see it. The practitioner said, “Teacher said when we do things to save lives, the old forces won't dare to object to it. We won't get persecuted.”
When we turned our heads around, the driver of the car stuck out his head and said twice, “I turned on the headlights to let you see clearly.” He also asked when the Chinese Communist Party would be disintegrated. We said, “Thank you so much. You helped us to awaken more people. That's remarkable! You will be blessed!” Then we continued to put up more posters.
We told him, “Sentient beings are really waking up, and the day when the evil disintegrates is just around the corner. We believe it's so.”
One day in 2017 when some of us were gathering for Fa-study, one of us was tailgated and our whole group got abducted by the police. We were sent to the city's detention center and were detained for fifteen days. All of us refused to wear the jail uniform. Then three police officers forced one of us to put on some kind of straight jacket which was a kind of torture device used to persecute Dafa practitioners. Then, the police in the supervisor's room wanted to “talk” to us.
I was the first one they called on. They threatened me that they would bundle me up if I didn't wear the jail uniform. I refused. Angrily, a police officer said, “So, we'll bundle you up!” I said, “Listen, if you do this, all of your names will get posted on websites like Minghui as a warning. But if your names get posted on the website for the World Organization to Investigate the Persecution of Falun Gong, then... You know, there is this principle of good will be rewarded and bad will be punished. It is true!” He glared at me for a moment then said, “My name is already up there.” I assured him, “Not yet. You aren't a bad person. You are just being taken advantage of.”
Immediately, he changed. He turned around and left the room. I knew the evil factors behind this police officer had been dissolved.
We were locked up in the detention center for several days when the weather was very hot. The prisoners glared at us with contempt. As soon as the police officers we talked to the other day left, the director walked in. I said to him, “I have a request.” “What is it?” he asked. “We are given a bowl of thin congee every day, and we even have to buy our own pickles. Also, there isn't much toilet paper and we have to buy our own toothbrush and toothpaste. It's hard in such hot weather. One of the people you abducted had some money on him. Can you please ask him to lend us a hundred yuan?” The director said, “I don't think so.”
He turned to a female police officer and said, “Please get them some pickles, four rolls of toilet paper, and one case of water. Charge it to the center.” He got up and on his way out, he said, “If the center doesn't have any funds in the budget, I'll pay it.”
When the things were being delivered, all the prisoners cast their envious eyes on us. We shared the goods with everyone. From that day on, the prisoners were willing to listen to us explain the facts about Falun Dafa.