(Minghui.org) One midnight in August 2016, I could not sit up in bed because my right arm lost all feeling. I tried lifting it, as I thought it might have fallen asleep.
No matter how hard I tried, I was unable to move it. I wondered what had happened.
I immediately thought of asking Master (Falun Dafa's Founder) for help. At that moment, I was able to lift the arm.
Coming back from the bathroom, my entire body was aching. It was a sleepless night.
After sending forth righteous thoughts at six in the morning, I made some breakfast for my mother. Exhausted, I fell asleep on the sofa.
The original plan for the day was to pick up some vegetables from a relative. My children woke me up, as they wanted to go along.
Standing up from the sofa, I said, “Let’s go!” My body felt weightless and my brain empty.
My son and daughter-in-law were frightened, “Mom, what happened to you?” I said, “I am fine, let’s get going!”
I began to walk around them in circles. My daughter-in-law started to cry, “Mom, you are sick. Let’s go to the hospital.”
The only thing I managed to say was: “I am not going to the hospital. I am not sick,” before continuing to walk in circles.
They called my sister over, and dragged me to the hospital. The doctor pointed at my CT scan: “There is a blockage. You must be admitted.”
It was clear to me that I was not sick, as I have Master’s protection, and I know nothing can harm me. “I am not staying here” I said, and tried to leave.
The doctor said to my son that it was okay if I didn’t want to stay. Then he whispered something to my family, and my son then agreed to leave.
Afterward, they told me they wanted another expert opinion and drove me to another hospital. I went along to see what was going on.
The doctor looked at my CT scan and said to my family, “It’s blocked over here. She must stay.”
“I am not sick. I am not staying,” I said.
The doctor turned to me and asked, “How old are you? What’s your highest level of education? When did you retire?”
I could not answer any of these questions. Just like that, I was admitted to the hospital.
My son assured me, “You are only staying for a day or two.”
They gave me intravenous fluid, and in my mind I firmly thought, “I am not sick. The IV is not for me.”
My mind was empty for the first two days. I just looked around but could not remember anything.
I sat in the lotus position at night. I tried to remember the words for sending forth righteous thoughts, but I could only remember half of it.
I spent three days trying to remember the phrase. In the middle of the night on the third day, something like a piece of cloth suddenly lifted from the inside of my head.
My head was now crystal clear, and I remembered everything. Master cleaned up the problem.
On the forth day, when I was meditating in the lotus position, my eighty four-year-old roommate commented, “You are sitting straight like a Buddha. You look good.”
I know Master was giving me a hint, so I called out, “Master, save me! This place is not for me. I must go home.”
Even though my mind was clear, my body was still not completely under my control. I was not giving reasonable responses when others asked me questions. I said to my son, “I want to go home. I must go home.”
“There are two more tests. We can go home once they are done,” he replied.
“Don’t tell other people about me. It is not Dafa’s fault,” I said a lot to him.
“Furthermore,” I said, “I have been practicing Falun Dafa for twenty-plus years, and I am now 72 years old. Dafa has brought prosperity to our family.
“For the past twenty years, I have been healthy and not needed to take one pill. The hospital is for ordinary people, not a place for Dafa practitioners.”
My son and I both wept. In the end, he said to me, “Mom, I believe you. I will bring you home after work.”
Another test result came out, suggesting that I had a heart problem. The doctor asked if I had any heart discomfort.
This is all illusion, I thought. I said to him, “I am not sick, and I want to go home.”
The doctor refused, but I insisted. My brother called my son, “Your mom wants to leave the hospital… The doctor said she has a heart problem, and can’t leave the hospital.”
I begged Master that I must leave the hospital. I asked to be discharged.
“What if something happens to you?” the doctor said, “...don’t blame me, you will be back in two weeks.”
“Don’t you worry,” I said, “I will never come back.” I went home just like that.
At home, my heart began to race. My body was soaked in sweat whenever I moved.
I was tired all over, and I could not stand when I did the exercises. However, I finished the exercises no matter how uncomfortable I was.
I did what I ought to do, refusing to go along with the illusion of illness. At the same time, I looked within myself to find the reason for the sickness tribulation.
I found attachments to wanting to validate myself, fear, looking for mistakes in other people, jealousy, etc.
I recited On Dafa before going to sleep and repeated, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” when I had a hard time falling asleep. The Fa filled my mind.
A practitioner at our study group asked me, “Sister, why have you lost weight lately?” “It’s nothing,” I replied.
Trying my best to stay focused when we read the Fa aloud, I read slowly to avoid mistakes. Another practitioner said my tongue sounded stiff.
Laughing at her comment, I thought, “I have control of my own body. Nobody can change that.” I would not even allow the illusion to appear in front of me.
Besides sending forth righteous thoughts four times with practitioners all over the world, I sent forth righteous thoughts whenever I had time.
Mornings are for Fa study. In the afternoons, I go out to spread the truth about the persecution of Falun Dafa.
One time, I put seventy table calendars onto a little pull cart. The cart was so heavy I could not carry it onto the bus.
Feeling powerless, I begged Master for help. Suddenly, I had the strength to bring the cart onto the bus.
It took me about three days to give away one cart-full of calendars. I would then pick up more and repeat.
I persisted, even though my body was still uncomfortable, as I was happy in my heart. By the time I distributed all the calendars, I had completely recovered.
This sickness tribulation helped me understand that as Dafa practitioners, we have to have faith in Master and Dafa, immerse ourselves in the Fa, improve our cultivation, and do the three things well. Only then we can break through interference from the old forces and save sentient beings.
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