(Minghui.org) I have been practicing Falun Gong for twenty-four years and was born in Master’s hometown, Gongzhuling, Jilin Province. To escape the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) tyrannical governing, my family fled to a small mining village on the edge of Heilongjiang Province. I was only two-and-a-half years old then.
When they were still alive, my grandmother and mother suffered from lung disease. Every autumn and winter, the sound of incessant coughing with phlegm would be heard. I often accompanied them to the hospital, helplessly watching as they suffered from their illness.
I unexpectedly contracted tuberculosis when I was thirty-eight years old. My body was wracked with illness and pain. Although I had plenty of Chinese and Western medicine at home, my feelings of confusion and helplessness prevailed.
At this juncture, my elderly Korean neighbor of mine gave me some advice. She said, “You can find people practicing Falun Gong on Yishou Mountain. This practice is good, you should consider it.” Out of respect for her, I visited Yishou Mountain one morning and found a lot of people doing the exercises there. After returning home, my neighbor handed me a copy of Explaining the Content of Falun Dafa and advised me to read it. I experienced a vague sense of kinship upon receiving the book and subsequently spent the entire day reading it.
Although some parts of the book were incomprehensible to me, I found myself reluctant to put it down. During my brief trip to the mountain, I saw practitioners standing with both arms raised above their heads. That night, I attempted to mimic this exercise position. Shortly after I began, I was breaking out in sweat and my arms were sore, but I felt more comfortable than I had been after receiving medical treatment. I persisted in that position till I had to use the washroom.
Unexpectedly, my body started discharging a pus-like substance. Although it resembled a diarrhea episode, I experienced no stomach pain.
Early next morning, I ventured up the mountain to return the book to my neighbor. I described my experience and she said, “You have a predestined relationship with Dafa. Master Li (Falun Gong’s founder) has started to take care of you by purifying your body!” At that moment I realized I had not coughed even once while reading the book. This was truly amazing! I resolved to learn the practice. That same day, I borrowed a copy of Zhuan Falun and began to study the Fa and practice the exercises.
At first, my husband was against my decision to cultivate in Dafa. He fiercely scolded me in front of our young son, “I will kill you if you practice!” To avoid having an argument in front of our son, I kept quiet though I silently resolved to continue practicing. That weekend, my husband suddenly suffered from severe lower back pain, which left him writhing and crying in bed. I brought out the Dafa book I had borrowed and placed it on the bedside table. My husband picked up the book and started reading. I then told him, “This is a sign that Master is cleaning up your body.” The followingMonday, my husband returned from work and remarked, “It’s amazing, I felt no pain in my back today.”
From then on, he started practicing the exercises with me daily at the group practice site. We also set up a Fa study group at our home. More and more practitioners flocked to our home to study the Fa, so many that our house was unable to accommodate everyone at once. We were forced to split practitioners into two separate study groups.
One spring morning, I was helping my son get dressed for elementary school when I noticed skin abrasions on both sides of his chest. My son told me, “I fell into the outhouse hole at school.” I asked him how he managed to get out, and he replied, “A big Falun lifted me up.” With tears of gratitude, I thanked Master for saving my son!
My husband’s tuberculosis, back pain, and my son’s hepatitis B were all cured soon after we started learning Dafa and practicing the exercises. My eldest aunt suffered from vasculitis, which caused her legs to swell and exude pus. Her illness showed no improvement despite undergoing many forms of medical treatment. Having observed my family’s health improve after practicing Falun Gong, she started cultivating with me and her health improved shortly thereafter. My eldest sister, third sister and third brother-in-law also became practitioners, one after another. Two of my colleagues also subsequently took up the practice.
My nephew was a teacher at the mining village school, situated around 60 kilometers away from home. One day in the fall of 2003, he was traveling to the school by bus when three robbers armed with knives suddenly forced the bus to stop on a remote stretch of the road. They got on the bus and started snatching the passengers’ belongings. Although the robbers grabbed valuables from every passenger on the bus, they ignored my frightened nephew, as though they were unable to see him. When my nephew arrived at school, he described his harrowing encounter to his colleagues. They commented that my nephew’s ancestors must have accumulated great virtue for him to escape unscathed. When my sister-in-law told me about this incident, I said, “Your family supports Dafa and helped me to protect Dafa books. My nephew also quit the CCP. As a result, Master blessed your family.”
In 2010, I was illegally detained at the Masanjia Forced Labor Camp in Liaoning Province. My seventy-year-old elder sister and brother-in-law traveled for days in order to see me. However, the prison guards refused to allow visitors. After returning home from her futile trip, my sister’s constant worry and anxiety over my safety caused a growth to develop in her nose. Doctors at the hospital confirmed this was a tumor and recommended surgery immediately. My sister however refused to let it get in the way of her rescuing me, saying, “No, no. I must get my younger sister home first.” In 2011, my sister finally secured my release and returned to the hospital for a follow up. The doctors discovered that the tumor had disappeared! To reward her compassion towards Dafa practitioners, Master removed my sister’s nose tumor for her.
Once, I accidentally rammed into a train. Eyewitnesses who observed the accident were stunned. “This person must be protected by heaven; otherwise, how could she have emerged unscathed?”
Another time, while experiencing a major sickness karma tribulation, I told Master, “Master, I promise to cultivate diligently!” Afterwards, I felt Master removing the bad substances that had caused my symptoms. This reaffirmed my faith that Master is constantly by my side! Fellow practitioners also helped by studying the Fa and practicing the exercises with me. I quickly overcame this tribulation.
Jiang Zemin’s evil clique began persecuting Falun Gong in 1999. I have been illegally detained in forced labor camps three times and have spent five years in prison. I have met prisoners from all walks of life, including professionals who were sentenced for corruption and bribery, murderers, drug addicts, drug dealers, fraudsters, and even innocent people who were sentenced just because they petitioned to the authorities for justice. I talked about the persecution of Falun Gong with everyone I met, saying things like, “Your current misfortune is the result of the atheism taught by the evil CCP. They have taught people not to believe in retribution for committing evil deeds.”
One fellow prisoner suffered from hyperthyroidism. Whenever seaweed was served for our meals, I would give my portion to her. She would gratefully tell the inmates in her clique, “People who practice Falun Gong truly are good people.”
Once a guard grabbed me by my head and threw me against a wall. The left side of my face was injured and started bleeding profusely. I got up from the ground and saw the guard standing there, looking extremely exhausted and breathless. I immediately said, “Don’t be angry. I have nothing against you personally. I just want to stick to my faith.” I then told her how Dafa has benefited mankind. After listening to my words, this officer changed her attitude towards me for the better.
In order to meet deadlines, labor camps would often force prisoners to work through lunch without food. I would pour my allocated portion of hot water into a bottle, wrap it with a packet of rice in my quilt, then share this warm rice with my fellow workers. I also habitually shared my allocated portion of eggs and steamed buns with the rest.
I have cultivated in Dafa for over 20 years and have received unparalleled joy and blessings. I hope to repay Master by cultivating well and successfully return home with Master.