(Minghui.org) I would like to share a cultivation experience that happened last year with fellow practitioners.

My grandson is 14 years old this year. I took care of him when he was young and took him to group Fa study sessions. I took him to clarify the truth and do the three things. I also taught him to send righteous thoughts, and we often read young practitioners’ cultivation-sharing articles on Minghui.org. When he got older, he moved home and lived with his parents and maternal grandparents. My grandson gradually drifted away from Dafa. I noticed his addiction to video games and cell phones when he visited me during the holidays. I attempted to bring the issue up with my son and daughter-in-law, but they ignored it.

I had a dream at the end of June. I dreamed I was standing up high and could see a group of teenagers, who were about 14 to 15 years old. Everyone had a circular object on top of their heads and held a box with both hands. The box contained two precious things. I saw that the circular object fell from my grandson’s head and his two precious things disappeared. His main consciousness was looking for me from afar while overcoming many obstacles.

My daughter-in-law called me that afternoon. She told me that my grandson was so addicted to playing video games that he spent 1000 yuan (about USD $145) and bought himself five cell phones. He was restless during the day and would stay up all night playing video games with his friends. His grades at school were deteriorating. His teachers, and my son and daughter-in-law, would spank him because they were at their wit’s end. This caused big stress to everyone. The first thing that my son would do after work each day was to reprimand my grandson. My grandson had resentment toward his teacher, parents, and maternal grandparents. It created so much tension that my grandson wanted to run away.

My grandson was going through puberty and was experiencing a lot of strong emotions, so my daughter-in-law called and asked if I could help take care of my grandson during the summer break. As my grandson didn’t have school, I was able to spend some time alone with him. I read several Minghui.org articles about young Falun Dafa practitioners who had played video games in the past. I also began sending righteous thoughts to eliminate the negative factors.

I witnessed my grandson’s hot temper and the fact that he was being defensive. However, my grandson would still confide in me. Although his teachers, my son, and my daughter-in-law tried many different things to prevent my grandson from playing games, he would still play video games behind their backs. I sometimes also lost my temper and spanked him when he rebelled against me for telling him to stop playing video games. I regretted spanking him and apologized to him later. I failed to abide by the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and promised not to spank him again.

I recited “Lunyu” to my grandson and read Zhuan Falun, the main text of Falun Dafa, with him whenever we had time. I also played the Dafa music Pudu and Jishi at bedtime. I saw that he was tired one day and asked him to rest on my lap while I patted him to sleep. I sang the song Falun Dafa Is Good repeatedly and tears began rolling down my cheeks. I recalled when I used to pat him to sleep while singing for him. How could such a compassionate and kind child experience so much trauma?! When my grandson woke up, he happily said, “Grandma, I slept so well. I feel so well.”

He asked me to teach him Falun Dafa’s five sets of exercises in one day. Twenty days later, he suddenly said, “Grandma, I will play video games for the last time tomorrow and then I’ll delete the software.”

The next day he said, “Grandma, I just played for the last time and it did not matter whether I won or not. I won’t play anymore.” He deleted the software in front of me. He was still watching short videos, but I chose not to say anything for the time being.

Another twenty days later, my grandson said, “Grandma, I thought about this for a long time. I’m going to hand my cellphone over to you and I won’t watch short videos anymore.”

The day after, I told my grandson, “I had a dream yesterday and ...”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence because my grandson chimed in and said, “Grandma, I also had a dream yesterday. I dreamt that you and I were together somewhere. I saw a machine with dolls in it. I broke it and took out a rectangular wooden board with engravings on it.”

I said, “This is great. Let me tell you about my dream. I dreamt that you were a young child, like a doll. You were in a garden full of vitality, with green plants growing all around. I picked a half-translucent fruit and shared it with you. You started to eat it and smothered the last bit of the fruit on your face. The fruit juice was quickly absorbed into your skin.”

My grandson’s state was much better after that day. He grew taller and put on some weight over the two months. His grades improved and scored almost full marks in each subject test. He scored two full marks one day. My family is living in harmony, and laughter can be heard at home once again.

My grandson accidentally hurt his face with a screwdriver as he was opening a soda bottle. The bruise was about one inch long, and within minutes, he scratched his face with a velcro fastener. The right side of his face swelled up and my grandson got upset as he would go to school in half an hour.

I told him to lay on my lap while I recited the two phrases “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” He recited the words with me as well. When we calmed down and felt comfortable, I noted his face was no longer swollen. I told him, “You can go to school now. Your face is no longer swollen.” He was in disbelief and ran over to the mirror.

“It’s really true, grandma. This is really great!” He excitedly put his palms together in heshi (a show of respect) looked up, and repeated, “Thank you, Master!” We took a taxi and arrived at school on time.