(Minghui.org) My hometown is a small city in northern China. Despite this materialistic modern society, the cultural heritage and historical sites in this city are well preserved, including ancient traditional values.
Happy Family of Five
I was born into a family of intellectuals. My father attended college in the early 1960s (which was rare for his generation) and my mother was a middle school teacher. My brother and sister are older than I, and my brother is the oldest child.
My father attended school when he was young. A man of few words, he seldom mentioned his childhood or youth. My mother said he endured some hardships. He worked in a military research institute after graduating from college, where he witnessed the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) deceitful practices. When the Cultural Revolution started a few years later, he was subjected to “struggle sessions” and branded a member of the “Stinking Old Ninth” intellectuals.
With his passion for academic pursuits, my father excelled in his profession, demonstrating rigor, diligence, and great abilities. Even though he was discriminated against, he excelled in his research, and this earned him a solid reputation.
My mother, a middle school mathematics teacher, always handled issues judiciously at work, and whenever there were conflicts, she always stepped back. At home, she was strict with the three of us and raised us well. We rarely encountered trouble. However, mother’s health was fragile, and she was plagued by psoriasis. By the time she was middle aged, she suffered with heart problems and severe back pain. She had difficulty sleeping and was occasionally hospitalized due to the intensity of her pain. In the 1980s and 1990s, during the popularity of qigong in China, she tried various forms, but nothing helped.
My brother, clever, quiet, and introverted, excelled in his studies. He taught himself kung fu when he was young. My sister, a beautiful girl with a warrior-like temperament, always stood up for me whenever I was bullied.
Dafa Enters My Family
My father began practicing Falun Dafa towards the end of 1995, during my high school years. I quickly noticed his transformation. I frequently saw him reading Zhuan Falun, the main text of Falun Dafa. He shared his newfound happiness and told us about Falun Dafa’s profound teachings. Although I couldn’t fully comprehend his fervent belief in (what I thought was a) qigong practice and the concept of cultivation, I felt he discovered something he longed for.
While my mother couldn’t let go of the qigong practice she was doing, my brother, who graduated from college and started working in a bank, began reading Zhuan Falun, and began practicing.
Soon after my father began practicing Falun Dafa, his long-term high blood pressure, a condition since his youth, disappeared along with his dizziness. My brother found that his neurasthenia due to work pressure disappeared. Witnessing their positive changes, my mother began practicing Falun Dafa.
My mother cultivated diligently. Despite her busy schedule at work and at home, she managed to find time to practice the Falun Dafa exercises. I could see energy surrounding her when she did them. Another practitioner once saw her entire body become transparent, glowing with a radiant red light as she performed the movements. Her back pain and heart issues disappeared. While riding her bike to work, she saw colorful miniature Falun dancing around her.
My sister and I, with our limited enlightenment quality, not only doubted Dafa but also tried to persuade our father to stop practicing it.
Master said,
“Though such a person is prejudiced, his inborn quality might not be bad.” (Lecture Six, Zhuan Falun)
One day, during work, my sister’s surroundings plunged into sudden darkness. In the darkness, she witnessed a vibrant Falun, similar to the size of a CD, gracefully spinning around her. As the Falun gradually disappeared, her surroundings returned to normal. She was amazed by this experience and decided to practice Dafa.
Last One to Practice Dafa
Despite witnessing miracles unfold before my eyes, I still lingered outside the door of Dafa. My shift in attitude towards Dafa was simply because I believed that what my family members embraced must be good. During school breaks, I joined my mother in practicing the exercises. I could meditate for 45 minutes, ending with greenish-purple numb feet. Miraculously, my feet would return to normal after a few brief seconds. However, I rarely studied the Fa.
Before leaving for college, my father gave me a copy of Falun Gong, which I only skimmed through occasionally. It wasn’t until the second semester of my sophomore year, in the first half of 1999, that I joined the new Fa study group on campus, marking the beginning of my cultivation journey. Some other young practitioners and I took turns reading Zhuan Falun, and we sometimes read into the late hours when the dormitories closed.
We began doing the exercises in the morning, and on those afternoons when we didn’t have classes, we gathered on the dormitory terrace to meditate, even in the summer heat. I persisted until the music ended, enduring the pain in my legs. The young coordinator commended me for being able to continue until the music ended.
One morning, I felt a powerful, warm energy current flow through my entire body. I realized that Master was doing ritual anointment on me. I also sensed Falun spinning and felt immense joy. During a visit to a scenic place with the character “dragon” in its name, Master opened my celestial eye, and I saw a white dragon.
Master used plain language to break down the mystery of everything in heaven and earth and disclose the true purpose of our lives. Master once said that all people in the world came for the Fa. Since then, my life has been inseparable from Dafa, and I sense Master’s presence at all times.
Despite years of persecution by the CCP, most Dafa books and materials in my family were preserved. My mother diligently cared for her Zhuan Falun book, and the lotus flower bud on its back cover blossomed into a full flower—this was witnessed by many fellow practitioners.
The ongoing persecution has failed to deter more people from joining Dafa cultivation practice. In this tumultuous world, even amid natural disasters and epidemics, Dafa continues to bless humanity. More people are discovering the truth and understand the auspicious words of “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
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