(Minghui.org) Before I began cultivating in Falun Dafa, I had been indoctrinated and poisoned by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). I was a complete atheist. I didn’t believe in fate and never sought a fortune-teller, but somehow knew that I wouldn’t live past the age of 37. Someone asked me how I knew this. I replied, “There is no reason, knowing is to know.” For this reason, when I was young, I refused to marry my husband when he first proposed because I did not want him to suffer the pain of being a middle-aged widower.
In 1997, I received two 24-karat gold Maitreya statues in a dream. On the bottom of the first gold statue was written the number “1998” in raised gold lettering, and there was a red strip of paper on which my name was written with a brush. When I woke up, I felt very happy.
I told my relatives and friends about the dream and that it seemed like I would make a fortune in 1998. How great that would be, I thought. I was doing business and like most Chinese people at that time, I was bent on making money. The amount of money one earned was seen as the measure of one's success in life. Little thought was given to Gods or Buddhas.
Obtaining a Precious Book
Despite working hard I had been struggling in business for a few years. I was busy all day and earning money was the only thing on my mind.
One day in 1998, on a whim, I decided to check my son's homework. Because my son didn't study enough, I used all kinds of methods to correct him, even beating him. I was desperate to force him, but he only liked to play. He just didn't like to study, and I was too lazy to supervise his study time.
Unexpectedly, I found a copy of Zhuan Falun in his schoolbag. At first I thought it was a manual for his voice-activated toy.
I curiously opened the book and started reading. Once I began, I could not put it down. Work, eating, drinking, sleeping, and checking homework were all forgotten.
After finishing the book, my only feeling was that it was all-encompassing. But after I put it down, I was again immersed in the red dust of wealth and prestige.
Later, I realized that the golden statue of Maitreya Buddha that I had received in my dream in 1997 was not a sign that I would make a fortune. It was a sign that I would gain Falun Dafa in the year 1998.
A Mysterious Treasure
After reading Zhuan Falun, I couldn’t find the book anywhere, probably because I didn't know how to treasure it. In order to find it, I sorted out and sold all the other books in the house, but still couldn't find it.
Then one day in August of 1998, I was preparing to travel abroad. Before I left the house, I wanted to take a book to read on the road. I reached underneath my pillow and found Zhuan Falun there. It was amazing. I had been looking everywhere for it without success, how did it get there? It was very strange. The solution to this puzzling event I later found in Zhuan Falun.
Master said:
“Today we have made public to you this great practice. I have already delivered it to your doorstep.” (Lecture Eight, Zhuan Falun)
I understood that the book was given to me by Master Li Hongzhi (the founder).
A Life Extended
At that time I didn't know about the Zhongnanhai appeal on April 25, 1999. On May 13, 1999, I went to Jietai Temple in Beijing to follow in Master Li's footsteps. I had heard that the Buddha statue in the Great Hall had been consecrated by Master. I bought a bunch of incense and bowed to Master nine times with a respectful heart.
Before the persecution began, I spent twenty-seven days copying Zhuan Falun. After this I deeply understood the profoundness of Dafa. This Fa is huge. This cultivation method is truly great.
Unexpectedly, the situation changed on July 20, 1999. Jiang Zemin (the former CCP leader) launched the persecution and suppression of Falun Dafa. As a disciple, defending Dafa was my duty and obligation. On July 21, 1999 and January 19, 2000, I went to Beijing to petition for an end to the persecution.
One day in 2000, fellow practitioners held a meeting at my house. We exchanged ideas and decided to go to Beijing to tell the government the goodness of Falun Dafa. As everyone knows, the evil CCP intensively monitored practitioners, and as a result we were surrounded by the police and taken away. Even under those circumstances, we were calm, even though we knew what would happen. We recited Master’s Fa in an orderly and peaceful way:
“In life, nothing sought,In death, regretting naught;Washing away all wrong thought,Buddhahood, with lessadversity, is wrought.”(“Nothing Kept”, Hong Yin)
Our righteousness went up to the sky and moved heaven and earth. Every practitioner was steadfast and defended Dafa and it's principles Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance without writing a guarantee statement. Because the meeting had been held in my home, I was illegally held in a forced labor camp for three years.
My mother, who had been living with me, had to go back to her hometown. She worried about me and went to find a fortune teller to learn my fate. The fortune teller was very angry: “How dare you ask me about a dead person?” My mother was even angrier and told her, “You are the dead one.” The fortune teller was stunned and asked, “Why is this person not dead? Oh, the reason is that she is on a big shimmering golden ship, and the ship is piercing the strong wind and waves.” After the fortune-telling, my mother thought that as long as I was alive it’s good enough.
At the same time, I was resisting the persecution in the labor camp by going on a hunger strike. On the 37th day of my hunger strike I thought, “In order to validate Dafa, we endure suffering. We suffer pain. We are maturing through the torment, we are walking towards magnificence.”
On that same day, the doctor from the Ministry of Justice came to check on me and tested the blood vessels of my left hand. The needle got stuck in the vein because it was dry and she found that the blood vessels were blocked.
The female doctor was the same age as me and very kind. She cried and sang songs to me: “The virtues of my father are passed to me, I am rock-solid, I won't falter...” The “Father” in the lyrics reminded me of Master passing me the Great Fa of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, and the rock-solid part felt like my attitude toward Dafa.
In the middle of the night, I was secretly transferred. The light of the ambulance pierced the dark night and I left the place in which I had been imprisoned for 13 months. The first thing I saw was a grim reaper. I was exactly thirty-eight years old.
In the labor camp, other practitioners and I sued Jiang Zemin. At that time, I thought they would take me to the country and quietly shoot me. I was not afraid because defending Dafa was worth it. However, I wasn't killed. The “grim reaper” told me that my original life expectancy had expired, and that my extended life was to be used for cultivation. On this thirty-seventh day, I went home alive.
I have now been assisting Fa-rectification for 20 years and am close to sixty. Falun Dafa extended my life, which gave me the honor of witnessing the turbulence, thrills and excitement of the whole process of Fa-rectification.
Falun Dafa is magical, and can help elderly people become more youthful. The longer I cultivate, the younger and better I look. My appearance is much younger than my peers who don't practice.
During 20 years of cultivation, I have not spent a penny on medicine. My whole body is bathed in the light of Falun Dafa. I feel so elegant and happy.
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