(Minghui.org) I am a veteran Falun Dafa practitioner who had rather poor enlightenment quality. Every year when the online Falun Dafa cultivation experience sharing conference was announced, because I hadn’t cultivated well, I was reluctant to write an article about my cultivation. But after having heard so many of my fellow practitioners’ touching stories, I have realized that I should share how my family and I have benefited from Dafa, including my own extraordinary experiences, the preciousness of validating Dafa, and Master’s immense compassion.
Benefiting from Dafa
I was a lively, optimistic child. When I grew up, I realized that my optimism was unrealistic. The reality of life just confused me. I got married and had children, all while living in a daze. As time went by, I became more and more ill-mannered, and I was often depressed because I couldn’t afford beautiful clothes. I often complained about my life, because my job was so hard and my family’s uncouth behavior upset me. I was filled with dissatisfaction and resentment and was exhausted physically and mentally. As a result, I came down with a number of ailments, such as heart palpitations, chest tightness, anemia, dizziness, and so on. I suffered tremendously.
My husband and I were fortunate to hear to Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa, lecture in person in Guangzhou Stadium in 1994. Falun Dafa banished my unhappiness and made me understand why human beings exist, why a person has to endure hardship and difficulties, why one has to resolve conflicts and resentment with kindness, and how to live my life going forward. As I was listening to Master lecture, I often broke down in tears and thought to myself, “I will cultivate Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance! I will cultivate Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance!”
After listening to Master’s nine lectures, we left the auditorium, and I felt as if my brain had been cleansed. I had no bad thoughts. If a stack of money fell out of someone’s pocket, it wouldn’t have moved me. I felt so light and comfortable, because I’d recovered from all my ailments.
After I returned to my hometown, I started to practice Dafa. From then on, I was the most fortunate person in the world—a very healthy and happy person. I was always smiling. My transformation touched everyone in my family, and their mood improved. They also smiled more. My family exuded an air of calm.
At that time, we spent our free time studying the Fa and doing the exercises. We set up a Fa-study group in my home. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night, practitioners in our area came to my home for group Fa-study. Then we went out to do the exercises together in the mornings. On the weekends, we went to the busy areas, state-run enterprises, counties, and the countryside to hang “Free Falun Dafa Classes” banners and put up displays introducing Falun Dafa.
My teenage son came with me on the weekends to do the exercises. That period of time was so fulfilling and happy. When someone asked me about the benefits of practicing Falun Dafa, I numbered quite a few tangible ones: Health benefits, harmony in one’s family, etc., and a few intangible ones: Expanding one’s horizon, elevating one’s realm, extraordinary experiences, and so on.
The number of practice sites in our city grew from a dozen to more than two dozen. One time, we held an experience sharing conference in our city. Over 5,000 people in the area attended.
Validating Dafa Amidst the Persecution
On July 20, 1999, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) initiated the persecution of Falun Dafa. Six practitioners in our city were arrested on July 19, including my husband, who was also a practitioner.
I felt the tremendous pressure, and the invisible terror that covered the sky. In the face of my family’s fear, I was at a loss, but I kept reminding them, “We didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t be afraid!” My mother-in-law became sorrowful. She couldn’t eat and went all over the place to check on her son’s whereabouts. When she came home, she was in low spirits, still holding the same half of the steamed bun in her hand that she’d left with.
In order to find his son, my father-in-law went to the police department, where he knelt down in front of the officers to beg them for news. When my mother saw a practitioner talking to me, she was so petrified that she quickly told that practitioner to leave. When my father saw a group of police officers breaking into my home, he was so petrified that he started to tremble. I can’t imagine how many seniors nationwide were suffering from fear back then. Out of the four seniors in my family, three of them passed away due to fear.
In early August, I wanted to write a public notice. Master inspired me, so I quickly knew what I wanted to say. I stayed up the whole night to write a two-page notice. My niece helped me make copies by hand. She worked through the night until early morning. We rode bicycles to put them up in six bus stations. We wanted people to know the truth about Dafa. This was the very first thing we did to validate Dafa. I truly appreciated Master’s protection and empowerment!
Later on as I did similar things, I was arrested multiple times. I was held in a forced labor camp, handcuffed and shackled. I was cruelly beaten and shocked with electric batons, force-fed food and salt; deprived of sleep for days and nights on end, pressured to “transform”, and guarded by other prisoners who were drug addicts. With Master’s benevolent protection and my own determination, I made it out.
After I was released from prison, another practitioner and I passed by the lake where our former practice site used to be. Thinking about us all doing the exercises there together, I felt a bit sad. We discussed it and decided to put up a banner there to eliminate the evil factors in other dimensions that undermined the site. One morning, we hung a banner a dozen feet long. We’d painted a red background and white characters that read “Falun Dafa Is a Righteous Fa.”
Once as I was passing the municipal police department, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Master’s name on a public display board. When I looker closer, I saw that it was a cartoon that slandered Dafa. I was very sad and thought that the evil shouldn’t defame Master. In the middle of the night, I took a can of spray paint, rode my bicycle back to the police department, and spray painted over the cartoons. At that time, there was still some traffic, but I didn’t care if anyone saw me. I quickly rode away after I had completed what I had decided to do.
During those few years, I often went out late at night to give out fliers, put up sticky notes, and hang my small hand-made banners. I always returned home safe and sound. I truly appreciated Master’s benevolent protection!
My Family Benefited
My son was frail. He often caught colds and had a fever. He had to be hospitalized almost once a month. When we had long holidays, both my husband and I always ended up in a hospital with him. After we began to practice Dafa, we got busy studying the Fa and doing the exercises. During the holidays, we would go out to spread Dafa. Somehow, my son no longer got sick.
One time, my son pulled up his top and asked me, “Mom, what’s this?” I saw two palm-sized patches of red skin on his lower back with a soybean-sized sore in the middle. I was shocked because I'd had the same thing when I was a child. I’d heard that if it encircled the waist, it could be life-threatening.
I told my son that, for a regular person, ailments are prearranged, but for a cultivator, his Master can change his path of life. When my son asked me what to do, I said he should spend half an hour every day studying the Fa and then he should be fine. He asked me to cut it by half, and I agreed. It just so happened that a new practitioner was coming over to watch Master’s recorded lectures. My son said that he wanted to watch, too. After he’d seen a few lectures, I suddenly recalled his sores. When he pulled up his top, the two patches of red skin had disappeared. I could see that they had peeled off and been replaced with a layer of new skin. I said to him, “My son, Master has taken care of you. You have to study hard!” he nodded his head.
After my sister began to cultivate in 1997, she was purified both physically and mentally. My brother also went to practice at the group exercise site but only for a few days. Even so, he truly believed in Dafa. Whenever he felt unwell, he’d do the sitting meditation. When my sister and I were arrested, it was always he who demanded our release at the police department.
One time, my brother got drunk, fell into a ditch, and broke his leg. At the hospital, he was told he’d have to pay 1,000 yuan to be treated. He didn’t have that much money with him, so he decided to go home and endure the pain. I had him listen to Master’s recorded lectures at home. Late at night, he felt as if someone was pulling his leg until he could hear his bones cracking. The next day, he felt much better. He didn’t hurt much when he got up, and he could walk.
Miracles
At the practice site in around 1998, as we were all doing the sitting meditation, suddenly I heard a thumping sound. I opened my eyes and I saw a senior male practitioner floating up in the air while sitting in the full lotus position. For several minutes, he went up and down while spinning. Nearly every practitioner at the site saw this.
One morning after I finished doing the exercises, I quietly leaned against the bed. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a stone hill under a light blue and clear sky appeared in front of me. The hill was made of flat blue stones, and the stones looked very clean, as if they’d been rinsed. I was pleasantly surprised and thought, “Hey! My celestial eye is open!” As soon as I thought about it, the vision disappeared. I understood at that time that was Master was telling me that, even though I didn’t feel anything, my celestial eye could still open.
One morning I slept in and missed the group exercises, so my husband and I decided to do them at home. It was before dawn when I finished the second exercise. I looked down and saw that every bone from the back of my hand to my arm was bright, shining like a fluorescent light bulb. I thought my eyes were just dazzled, but when I opened my eyes, it was really bright. I understood that Master let me see that my bones were as pure as white jade. I was once again grateful to Master for his compassion.
When I was tortured, the labor camp guards whacked me on my back so hard it sounded like they were beating a drum, but I felt no pain. The guards also shocked me with electric batons that flashed and buzzed, but I felt no pain. I later realized that Master helped me bear the pain.
When I first arrived at the labor camp, I saw a few small Falun in different colors flashing all the way in front of me. I broke out in tears and felt that Master was right beside me.
For the past few years, I have extended the time for sending forth righteous thoughts to clean up my dimensional field. As a result, I no longer feel drowsy during Fa-study or while doing the sitting meditation. I also don’t have trouble holding my palm upright when sending forth righteous thoughts. I can study the Fa with a calm mind. Ever since I started reciting Zhuan Falun, the main book of Falun Dafa, last year, my xinxing has improved greatly. I can clearly feel that both my mind and body have elevated and I can understand more Fa-principles. The attachments I couldn’t discover before I can now see. My righteous thoughts are also strengthened, so I can clarify the facts about Falun Dafa to people much more easily.
Thank you, compassionate Master!
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