(Minghui.org) My life should have ended 26 years ago, but Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa, extended it. I’d like to tell you about my cultivation journey.
I was diagnosed with end-stage liver cancer when I was in my 30s. As I was waiting for my life to end, I chose a cemetery and made arrangements for my funeral. I resented the fact that I was about to die. As I was losing hope, someone introduced me to Falun Dafa, which not only saved my life but kept me healthy to this day. Master scooped me out of hell, cleansed me, and put me on a divine path to return to my true self.
I threw all my medicines away. Every day I studied the Fa, did the exercises, and introduced the practice to people. Many villagers began practicing after they saw I recovered from cancer. My home became a practice site, and more and more people joined the practice. We studied and exercised and improved together. We discussed our cultivation experiences, and we were happy and full of energy.
Saving People in Remote Villages
The persecution of Falun Dafa started in 1999 and the practice site was suspended. The police repeatedly came to my home trying to arrest me, but I escaped every time, thanks to Master’s protection. Eventually, I decided to leave home to avoid future persecution. I brought Zhuan Falun, the main book of Falun Dafa’s teaching, with me. My wife put all the cash we had at the time, about 100 yuan ($15USD), in my pocket and said, “Leave and stay alive. Don’t come back.”
Master said,
“Wandering around in society is rather torturous. It must beg for food and run into different kinds of people who will scold, insult, or take advantage of it. It might encounter all kinds of things.” (Lecture Eight, Zhuan Falun)
I didn’t even have a place to beg for food. My house was under 24-hour surveillance and I was wanted everywhere. I dared not go to my relatives’ or friends’ homes or any crowded place. I slept in the fields at night. When it got cold, I hid in random farmers’ sheds and left before dawn. I didn’t know where to go or what my future would be.
Eventually, I went to a relative’s place. After learning of my circumstances, he agreed to take me in. He lived in a remote village where no one practiced Falun Dafa. I helped with his farm work during the day, and study the Fa when I had time. I’d quietly go outside at night to exercise. There were many mosquitoes outside, and I was bitten allover. It was extremely itchy but I didn’t mind, knowing that I was eliminating karma. After a while I only heard the buzzing sound of the mosquitoes but they no longer bit me. I wondered if I repaid all my debts, and I felt something cover me. I realized that Master put a cover on me so that the mosquitoes would not interrupt me when I exercised. I wept, knowing that Master was right next to me and helping me. Life was bitter, but my heart felt sweet.
Master guided me to this village so I could help save the people there. I clarified the truth to everyone I met, and helped them quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). A year later most people in the village knew the truth about the persecution and quit the CCP.
Construction Workers Witness Miracles
At one point a distant relative took me to a city, where I knew no one. I got a job at a construction site. I did all the heavy and filthy work that no one wanted to do. I worked hard and I was exhausted every day. The workers around me often insulted and ridiculed me, and treated me as a fool. I followed Falun Dafa’s teachings and did not fight back. “As cultivators, you won’t fight back when you’re beaten or sworn at.” (Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun) I knew I came there to pay back my debt.
One day I fell from a two-story-high ladder. I couldn’t breathe for a while. The workers said they would call an ambulance. Not being able to talk, I waved my hands and signaled them not to. I struggled to stand up, and said, “I’m fine, please get back to work.” Someone said, “You’re not fine, your face is pale.” With much difficulty I slowly walked back to where I lived and did the exercises.
When I did the first exercise and stretched, I could hear my bones cracking, and I was in excruciating pain. I couldn’t stop shivering and I sweat profusely. “Master is putting my bones back into place,” I thought. I did all five exercises and studied the Fa every day.
About two weeks later I returned to the construction site and worked like nothing happened. The workers were amazed and knew that Falun Dafa was miraculous. From that day on, I could better clarify the truth to them. Some even came to me and asked me to help them quit the CCP.
You Are the Best Group of People
I ran into a practitioner when I was clarifying the truth one day. He connected me with another practitioner who became roommates with me. We made our apartment a material production site, and used our spare time to print and distribute Falun Dafa flyers.
A person reported me to the police when I was handing out Falun Dafa flyers, and I was arrested. The practitioners hired a lawyer from Beijing because the local lawyer feared the authorities and refused to defend me.
The first time I met the lawyer from Beijing, he recited Lunyu (On Dafa) before he talked to me. After we finished talking, he asked if he could help me with anything. I asked him to bring a list of names of people that I helped quit the CCP in the detention center to a specific practitioner. He laughed, and said, “You are in trouble and want to save people. You can rest assured that I’ll be able to sneak the list out.”
The next time we met, he told me that he would defend me, and explained how he would do it, and how I could help. I again asked him to take a list of names from me. He smiled, “I genuinely admire Falun Dafa practitioners. Among all the people I deal with, you are the best! When I retire, I will practice Falun Dafa too.”
The day of the hearing, the lawyer entered a not-guilty plea, and he did a wonderful job defending me. When he asked the court to release me on site without any charges, the judge didn’t know what to say and called a 15 minute recess. When the judge returned, he sentenced me to three years for “disturbing social safety” without giving a reason.
Validating the Fa in Prison
The inmates often beat and berate practitioners in prison. I realized that if I quietly endured the abuse, I was encouraging their bad behavior. No one in prison would help me, so I told my family when they visited what happened. My family filed charges against the inmate who beat me, and warned that if the court didn’t take the case, they’d continue to file charges. The court eventually gave a verdict to punish the inmate. The inmate argued that a guard made him beat me, and the guard also received punishment. From then on, no one beat practitioners in prison.
I knew that I had to study the Fa even though it was hard to do this in prison. Several practitioners memorized Zhuan Falun. They wrote down what they remembered, and cross-checked each other. This way we had the entire book written down, and we were able to study the Fa in prison.
With surveillance cameras everywhere, it was almost impossible to for me to exercise. I decided to change the situation. One night while everyone was asleep, I got up and did the first four exercises on my bed. Since there wasn’t music to guide me, I had to count the repetitions. The guard on duty saw me and ordered me to stop. When I didn’t, he came over to physically push me down. As I sat down, I began to do the sitting meditation. He then forced me to lay down. I waited until he left and I got up and resumed doing the exercises. At his wits’ end, the guard put me on another bed, saying that it was at the blind spot of the surveillance. “You exercise here,” he said. I was so excited and shouted in my mind, “Master, I did it!” From then on I was able to exercise regularly.
Every time the guards forced me to renounce my faith and sign documents, I declined. Before my term ended, a guard threatened to extend my sentence if I did not sign the statements to renounce Falun Dafa. The practitioners outside, after knowing the situation, sent information to Minghui with the specific date and time that I was scheduled to be released and asked practitioners to send righteous thoughts for me.
Thanks to the practitioners, I was released on the scheduled date. I left the prison with a memorized list of 27 people who had agreed to quit the CCP. The prison authorities gave me a ride home.
Falun Dafa Gives Me Wisdom
After I returned home, the local police occasionally came to harass me, trying to force me to give up Falun Dafa. They threatened to put me back in prison for a longer sentence if I didn’t. The village officials also tried to extort money from me and threatened to report me to the police. They wouldn’t stop even after I clarified the truth to them. Finally, I decided to leave home because the environment was so unfriendly that I couldn’t do the three things well.
I went back to the city where I lived before and found the practitioners who so selflessly helped me. With their help I found work at a construction site. I learned how to do electric wiring. I also learned how to read construction drawings, even the complicated ones that the professionals had difficulty with. I found it inconceivable because I was only in school for a few years before the Cultural Revolution ended my education. I forgot almost everything I learned, but I managed to understand the drawings. Falun Dafa again showed its power with the wisdom it gave me.
Through this work I met and saved people. One time I went to a place to examine and rewire a circuit. I met a retired couple and helped them quit the CCP. They told me they would practice Falun Dafa and read the books.
Fingers Damaged But Function Again Without Treatment
I cut three fingers on my right hand when I used a chainsaw. They wouldn’t stop bleeding and my coworkers took me to a hospital. The doctor took a look and said with indifference, “Put down a 10,000-yuan deposit before you do the hospitalization procedures, otherwise we cannot help you.” One of the workers said, “Look at his hand, it’s so severely injured. The tendon is cut and the bone is exposed. He might need an amputation. What kind of hospital is this?” Another said, “It’s a hospital that wants money.”
Their conversation awakened me, and I realized that hospitals treat everyday people, but I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. How could I go to a hospital for treatment? I told my coworkers, “Let’s go, I don’t need any treatment. I practice Falun Dafa and Master is protecting me.”
When I got home, I found a clean piece of cloth and used it to wrap my fingers to stop the bleeding. The pain was awful and my fingers kept swelling up, with some places turned purple. My thumb and middle finger felt numb, and I couldn’t move my index finger. It felt like my hand was on fire. I reminded myself of Master’s words, “With Master and the Way by my side, what is there to fear?” (“Lecture Given at the Conference in Sydney”)
I also recited,
“When it is difficult to endure, try to endure it. When it looks impossible and is said to be impossible, give it a try and see if it is possible.” (Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun)
During that time, I recited the Fa I remembered, studied the Fa, did the exercises, and sent righteous thoughts. Slowly the swelling subsided, and the three fingers regained all their functions. I went back to work, and my coworkers witnessed the amazing power of Falun Dafa again.
Looking back on my path of cultivation, I couldn’t move forward without Master’s protection. From now on, no matter how far I still have left or how hard things are, I will walk solidly until I finish my mission, which is to help Master rectify the Fa, save people, fulfill my prehistoric vows, and go home with Master.
Please point out anything that is not in line with the Fa.
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