(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 2012. Throughout the years Master’s Fa guided me and he protected me throughout my cultivation journey. I would like to tell you about an incident that happened a few years ago.

Practitioners began filing complaint letters against Jiang Zemin, the former Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader in 2015, for initiating the persecution of Falun Dafa. Many practitioners in my area participated and benefited. They felt Master helped us eliminate many corrupt elements. It was a strong repudiation of the old forces, negating their persecution of practitioners over the years. However, some practitioners viewed the matter differently, and in some areas, incorrect views persisted for many years.

Two veteran practitioners and I visited a practitioner in a mountainous area in 2017. We talked with him and he agreed to join the lawsuit against Jiang. We told him we would return if other practitioners in the area wanted to file lawsuits and needed help writing and filing their complaints.

As promised, the two veteran practitioners, my wife, and I drove to the mountainous area to help write the complaint letters on the weekend. As we drove, through my third eye I saw many deities surrounding our car, and escorting us.

When we arrived at the practitioner’s home, several other practitioners were already there writing their complaint letters, but many didn’t know how to. We split up and helped them. My wife, who was six months pregnant, also helped. As we listened to practitioners’ stories, we could feel the horror of the CCP’s suppression at the time, and were marveled at their heroic deeds—they validated Dafa with no regard to their own safety.

We did not finish most of the complaint letters until noon. A veteran practitioner told my wife, “Look at your big belly! Come to my house for some food and rest. I made sugar cakes for everyone.” We all went to his home. It was simple but neat. My wife rested there after lunch, while a young practitioner and I finished the rest of the work that afternoon.

We needed to mail out the letters that day. It was past 3 p.m., and the post office closed at 4. A practitioner drove us there, only to find we were missing some documents. The post office clerk said they would close at 4 p.m. sharp.

It was about 15 minutes before closing when we returned to the practitioner’s house. We did not want to give up. Two more practitioners also finished their complaint letters. I thought Master did not want to leave them behind. We grabbed the materials and were on our way again. The practitioner said, “It’s okay. Ask for Master’s help.” I told my car while holding the steering wheel, “You are here to validate Dafa. You need to be fast.” We were all quiet on the way and I drove the car intently with only one thought, “We need to get there in time.”

We arrived at the post office exactly at 4 o’clock. But the office was closed already. The practitioner rushed out of the car and saw the post office clerk waiting for the bus on the road side. She went to talk to him. The clerk kindly reopened the office door and helped us. Another practitioner and I stayed in the car and sent forth righteous thoughts. We breathed a sigh of relief when the practitioner came back and told us the letters were mailed.

We calmed down and realized what happened. It had taken us over 30 minutes to go to the post office the first time. But this time it only took 15 minutes. We knew Master was helping us.

On our way back, a practitioner suggested that we all recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” together. So we did. We all felt Master’s benevolence. My wife came home with us and told us about the sugar cakes. On the way home, I saw the deities again, as though they were sending us off.

Eight years have passed. The child who was a baby in my wife’s womb is now a young Dafa practitioner. Sadly, the practitioner who hosted us then died as a result of the persecution. She always encouraged practitioners to contribute articles to the Fa conferences, and was the one who kept in touch with our region. Each trip took her about two hours yet she never complained. When I recall that experience it feels as though it occurred yesterday. I know that practitioner is watching us in another dimension, waiting for us to finish the last leg of our journey and go home with Master.

Falun Dafa was introduced 33 years ago. I don’t know how much longer this persecution will continue. But I will hold Master’s hand tightly, study and cultivate diligently with fellow practitioners, and succeed in my cultivation.