(Minghui.org) When I started to practice Falun Dafa, also called Falun Gong, in July 1997, I merely hoped to achieve a healthy body. However, I benefited far more than I expected. During the past 22 years, my body has been purified, and is free of illness. Additionally, I walked out of dangerous situations untouched, and the Fa's principles guided me through a challenging marriage, as well as saved my family life.
Life Before Cultivation
When I was 26, I was diagnosed with an inflammation of the heart muscle, and had to quit my job. Besides the heart condition, I also suffered from inflammation of the stomach lining, arthritis, and insomnia.
I was hospitalized a few times, but modern medicine didn't help much. None of the doctors I consulted, or even the director of one of the hospitals, could restore my health. My medical expenses were a financial burden for the family, and put us in debt.
My daughter was only four years old at the time, but neither my illness nor having a small child stopped my husband from enjoying his life—he continued drinking and partying with his friend.
Practicing in Falun Gong
My mother had just started practicing Falun Gong. When nothing could restore my health, she suggested that I also take up the practice. Realizing that I had nothing to lose, I started to listen to Master Li's (the founder of Falun Gong) lectures and to meditate.
As soon as I started listening to Master's lectures, He cleansed my body. I developed big red itchy bumps all over my body, and it felt that they also developed inside my body. Mother told me it was a good sign, and that Master was taking care of me.
Sure enough, all the bumps and symptoms disappeared within a week. My body felt light and my heart stronger. I was able to eat, sleep and even work in the fields. Witnessing my changes, my daughter also started to cultivate.
I got rid of all my illnesses within six months, and returned to work. My co-workers and supervisors were stunned, and wanted to know my secret. I told them that it was the power of Dafa that restored my health. Some of my co-workers immediately expressed their interest in learning Dafa.
Master Protected Me in Beijing
The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) under the leadership of former leader Jiang Zemin, launched the persecution of Falun Gong in July 1999. The state media ran propaganda programs slandering Master and Dafa. But none of that fooled me, I was clear on what I needed to do. Master and the Fa saved me. I needed to let everyone know that the CCP was in the wrong, and that Dafa was being maligned.
Like hundreds of thousands of practitioners, I went to Beijing multiple times to petition for my right to practice my faith. The first two times I was arrested and detained, but soon released.
The third time was in late December 2000. My mother, and my eight year old daughter decided to join me, and we planned to go to Tiananmen Square in Beijing to petition for justice for Falun Gong. Two days before we left for Beijing, I had a vivid dream in which I saw the three of us arriving at Tiananmen.
The red front gates of Tiananmen were closed. Little devils from hell, led by Jiang Zemin, lined both sides of the gates, and each held a wooden board in front of their chests. The little devils got my mother, and she was caught underneath a wooden board. My daughter and I crossed the gates in a split second, and entered a glittering and beautiful world. I shared the dream with my mother and daughter when I woke up.
In planning for our trip to Beijing, a close co-worker agreed to take a few days off so she could cover my shift while I was gone. I didn't want my absence to affect the productivity of the company and cause problems for others.
My co-worker knew I was going to Beijing. She worried about me running into danger again since I had been arrested twice before. My righteous thoughts were strong, and I told her that I would not run into trouble. I asked her not to tell our supervisor, and promised to return in seven days.
Our trip to Beijing was uneventful. As soon as we arrived we went to Tiananmen Square, and the three of us held a banner up that said, “Falun Dafa is good.” We were arrested within minutes, and put into a metal cage in front of Qianmen. My daughter and I were taken to a police station later that evening, while my mother and the rest of the practitioners were taken somewhere else.
At the police station, my daughter and I didn't cooperate, refusing to provide any personal information. When the police chief asked why we were at Tiananmen, I saw it as an opportunity to tell him about Falun Gong.
I told him I was alive because of practicing Falun Gong and that I was merely waiting for my life to end because of my painful illnesses. It was Master and Dafa that saved me. Now, that Dafa is being persecuted, and Master is slandered, as a practitioner and someone who has benefited so much from the practice, it was my responsibility to let people know that Dafa and Master are good.
Besides, I said that visiting our local Complaints and Proposals Administration had proved to be useless, and some local practitioners were arrested for petitioning for the right to practice Falun Gong. Since there's no other channel to petition for our rights, we came to the nation's capital. I said I didn't do anything wrong, I just wanted to tell people that Falun Gong is good and Master is good.
As to why I would not reveal my identity, I explained to the chief that I didn't want anyone from my local police department, nor my supervisors at work to be implicated. I didn't want to get others in trouble. The chief asked an officer to take my photo to which I protested until they gave up. We were watched, and not allowed to sleep that night.
My eight-year-old daughter was locked into a small dark room. The police tried to scare her by pretending to have put a snake into the cell. She recited poems from Hong Yin to fortify her righteous thoughts,
“Dafa is what you carry everywhere,Zhen Shan Ren, rooted in the mind;A great Arhat walks the earth,Gods and demons fear with awe.” (“Benevolent Might,” Hong Yin Translation A)
To get my daughter to reveal her identify, the police grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the wall, but she still refused to reveal her identity. She told me afterward that she was scared, and thought about telling the police her name at one point, but she couldn't talk. She immediately knew it was Master hinting her not to say anything.
My daughter and I didn't eat for two days to protest the arrest. As I saw my daughter's small frame getting even smaller, I cried. My daughter told me, “Mom, I am fine. We can't tell the police anything.” Her words renewed my confidence and we remained steadfast.
We listened as the chief of police who called his higher-ups two days later. At first, it seemed that the conversation was about where to transfer us, then the chief reminded the other party that there was an eight-year-old child. We couldn't make out the rest of the conversation, but we were not moved.
After he hung up, the chief asked us where we would like to go as they had decided to let us go. I told him a city near Beijing, and he asked one of his officers to buy two train tickets to that city. The chief took us to the train station himself and watched our train leave before he left. We arrived home a couple of days later, and I sent the chief the money for the train tickets.
As promised, I returned to work on the seventh day. I knew it was Master who kept us out of real danger, so my daughter and I were able to get back home safe and sound. My mother was detained for a month before she was released.
Dafa Changed My Husband
Since I got married, my husband has created many tribulations for me. He has always had an active social life, and indulged in drinking and partying. Even the birth of our daughter didn't change his lifestyle. It was a time when the Chinese economy was booming, and new restaurants and night clubs were popping up everywhere. My husband stayed out late every night, and was accompanied by other women.
We fought almost daily. When he ran out of money, he would come home and asked me for money. It always ended up in arguments that escalated into fights, and he threw things and broke everything we owned. I lost track of how many times we had to buy new pots, pans and rice bowls and none of our furniture is in one piece. He didn't change his spending habits, and lifestyle, and he accumulated quite a debt.
I only stopped getting into fights with him after I practiced Dafa. I kept my mouth shut when he lashed out even though I was angry with him, and cried afterward. In analyzing my resentment toward my husband, I found many human notions and attachments such as fear, competitiveness, and selfishness, but I didn't know how to get rid of them. My mother, my daughter and I spent our days in fear.
As I studied the Fa, looked inward, and corrected my thoughts and actions based on Dafa's standards, I gradually became more considerate and kind toward my husband. I took care of the chores with no complaints, managed the household and paid off his debt with my daughter's help. He saw the kindness of practitioners in our change of attitude.
My mother was hit and run over by a car. She climbed out from underneath the car with a mouthful of blood, and told the terrified driver, “Don't worry. I am a Dafa practitioner and am protected by my Master. I am fine.” The driver offered her money, but she didn't accept it. She told the driver and his passengers about Dafa and helped them quit the CCP.
When my husband heard about the accident, he didn't say anything to my mother but later told me, “Falun Gong practitioners are such good people. I believe in 'Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.' Your mom didn't take a penny from that driver. If it were someone else, the driver wouldn't have gotten away without spending at least 10,000 yuan. He got really lucky.”
My husband also became more convinced about the goodness of Dafa when he saw that since we took up the practice, my mother, my daughter, and I haven't taken any medication, and were perfectly healthy. He knew how sick I was, and saw how I recovered from all my illnesses after practicing Dafa.
When my mother and I was detained for petitioning in Beijing, my husband was under a lot of pressure. He got a loan from his work, and used that money and connection to eventually get us released. The local police often harassed us at home, which also added to his worries and anxiety.
Our home has been ransacked, and I have been fined. I left home to avoid harassment, arrest, and detention over the years because of my faith. There were times when my husband fought with me, threw things, and said disrespectful things about Master, which he deeply regretted.
I know my husband is a good person, he just has a bad temper. He has helped my mother, and I, escape a few times. Once, as soon as a few practitioners came to my home, a neighbor that had been helping the police monitor me reported to the police. For helping us escape, my husband was detained for two weeks.
There was another time when the police went to my work to arrest me. I called him and he came quickly to my workplace and got into a heated argument with the police, while I escaped.
He used to get headaches and the pain was excruciating. He tried many remedies but nothing helped. I told him to sincerely recite, “Falun Dafa is good.” because only Dafa could save him. He did, and the headache disappeared, and he's never had a headache since.
My husband is a completely different person now compared to 10 years ago. He is kind, and often bought fruits for my mother. As soon as he gets home after work, he puts offerings in front of Master's picture. He also drives my mother every day to shopping centers where she talks to people about Dafa.
I had a vivid dream two months ago in which I learned my relationship with my mother and my husband in my previous lives. It was so real that I didn't realize that it was a dream long after I awoke. Now, I understand that all of the tribulations I had in my family and marriage were caused by the complex relationships I had in previous lives. Master has dissolved all my debts, otherwise, I would have died long ago. Dafa changed my husband and saved my family life.
I hope that through my story many people will know that, “Falun Dafa is good.” I wish that everyone will learn the truth about Dafa, and not be deceived by the CCP's lies. Remember “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and always be on the side of kindness
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