(Minghui.org) (Continued from Part II) On the path of validating the Fa, clarifying the truth, and saving people, Master has always been protecting us. As long as we live in accordance with the Fa, we will receive Master’s blessings, and miracles will happen. Even when we stray from the Fa, we can still receive Master’s guidance, correction, and help.
Returning Home to Clarify the Truth
After the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) persecution of Falun Dafa started in 1999, like many other practitioners, I went to Beijing to validate the Fa. When I eventually got home, I realized that every character I wrote shone like gold. I thought that I should write “Falun Dafa is good,” “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and “Falun Dafa is the Righteous Fa” to clarify the truth and help Master save people. I made this my goal.
In early October, some fellow practitioners invited me to go back to Beijing to appeal again. I said, “I will not go. I will stay here to tell the local people about Falun Dafa and the persecution. Many villagers have been misled by the CCP’s slander and lies, and harbor deep misunderstandings about Falun Dafa. I must clarify the facts about Falun Dafa to them.”
At first, I wrote the auspicious phrases out one by one. Later, I wrote them in stacks using carbon paper. I wrote the characters vertically, and posted them on utility poles. No one tore them down. Sometimes, after a long while, the paper would wear out, but the characters remained. They didn’t fade or fall off, but instead seemed to shine with a golden glow. I don’t know how they appeared to others, but to me, they were always sparkling.
Once, I posted banners that read, “Clear My Master’s Name” and, “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” An elderly man saw them and muttered to himself, “What a pity! Why put something so wonderful here?” He seemed to cherish the phrases deeply. I realized putting the words on banners could resonate with people. Then I thought to myself, “Wouldn’t it be better to write letters? I could help people understand more about what Falun Gong is, and the meaning of Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance.”
With that idea in mind, I started writing letters and included my own experience of the practice. Every day I was busy making banners, writing letters, and distributing them. One time, a letter of mine ended up with my mother-in-law after being passed through many hands.
Later, Falun Dafa informational materials became available on Minghui.org, so I went to a copy shop to make copies. At first, the police didn’t interfere, but eventually they banned copying Falun Dafa materials, and illegally arrested anyone caught doing it.
When they wouldn’t allow us to distribute materials in public, we went door to door instead, placing the materials inside envelopes.
I paid for everything out of my own pocket. I felt it was my duty to contribute this way and use my own money to help save people.
Reading Zhuan Falun Revived a Dying Child
In 2003, my cousin’s child was just over a year old. The baby became seriously ill and was on the verge of death, and no treatment seemed to help.
One day I went to my cousin’s home. Everyone there said that her baby had died. The baby’s entire body had turned a deep purplish-black. I touched the baby’s nose and realized that the child was no longer breathing. Several doctors my cousin had consulted claimed the baby was dead.
But it felt as if there was still some warmth in the baby’s body. I wrapped the baby in a cloth so I could carry the child on my back while reading Zhuan Falun. I thought that, since the baby was about to pass away, perhaps it would be better to listen to the Fa, so that the little life’s time in this world was not in vain.
By the time I reached the second lecture, the baby’s color had turned pinkish, and the child was slowly regaining consciousness. Then one of my cousin’s family members, who didn’t practice Falun Dafa, said, “I’ll read for a while. You take a break.”
However, I sensed something was not quite right, so I carried the baby again while continuing with the third lecture. Shortly afterwards, the baby woke up and had fully recovered.
While I was reading Zhuan Falun, many villagers surrounded us and watched. Perhaps more remarkable was that the baby, who hadn’t yet started to stand, was able to stand after recovering that day.
This miracle amazed everyone in the area, and my cousin also began practicing Falun Dafa.
After the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party was published, my cousin went around the village encouraging people to withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations, and many people agreed to do so.
Everyone in their village knew me, and whenever the villagers saw me, they called out, “Falun Dafa is good!”
My Home-Based Materials Production Center
To produce truth-clarification materials, I asked a fellow practitioner to help me purchase a printer, and I had my daughter teach me how to use it. I also learned how to download materials from Minghui.org and how to burn CDs.
From the end of 2000 until the end of 2004, I was responsible for providing truth-clarification materials to other practitioners in three townships. Each time, I would print a large amount materials—around three to four large box-loads.
Late one night, I went to bed right after sending righteous thoughts. In what seemed like a dream, I saw a practitioner who had been arrested returning home, walking unsteadily. Then I heard an urgent voice say to me, “Still asleep?!” It seemed as if something was about to happen.
I woke up immediately, and went to the basement to clean up the printing area. I gathered several bags of scrap paper and disposed of them before dawn. I also moved the remaining three large boxes of printing paper to my older sister’s home.
When I got back from my sister’s place, it was almost dark. My mother-in-law said, “Don’t go out. The police have been looking for you.” But I didn’t listen to her and continued to move the remaining materials to my sister’s home.
It was already dark when I headed back again. I only needed to cross a national highway to get home, but I got stuck. Somehow, I couldn’t move my bicycle forward. It seemed as though the chain had broken. I tried riding backward, and the bicycle moved normally.
I wondered what was going on, when Master’s words popped into my head: “Your level of understanding is too low.”
What did this mean? I was taken aback. Perhaps I wasn’t supposed to go home. Well, I wouldn’t go home then. When I turned around and headed in the opposite direction, the bicycle was fine—it was simply preventing me from going home!
I stayed at my sister’s place that night. Early the next morning, I went to a relative’s house. The relative said, “Why are you here so early? Don’t you know your house was raided? There are many people surrounding your village. Officials from the county and city are waiting to arrest you.”
I replied, “I won’t let them catch me.”
Thanks to Master’s protection and guidance, my materials production center didn’t suffer too many losses, but it had to be permanently closed.
Later, Minghui.org encouraged practitioners to establish small materials production sites everywhere, so there were still plenty of truth-clarification materials to distribute.
A Time of Displacement
To avoid being arrested, I stayed away from home. Where could I go? I remembered that a relative’s daughter was a Falun Dafa practitioner, so I went to the village where she was born, asked around, and was able to find her.
However, her house had been raided, too, so she took me to her aunt’s home. Her aunt was very particular about hygiene.
Every day all I did was read Dafa books and practice the exercises. I felt uncomfortable about not doing anything else. The aunt suggested I go into another room. When I entered, I saw that the room was filled with Dafa books, many of which I had not even read yet. That put my mind at ease, and in less than a month, I had finished reading all of them.
Then I went to Guangdong Province where my husband was working. I brought my Dafa books with me and stayed there for a year. But I missed home so much that eventually I returned. It was then that I learned about the importance of withdrawing from the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
A Physical Tribulation
I returned to my hometown, but I didn’t go home. Instead, I went to the nearby city and found a job caring for an elderly woman.
One day, the woman wanted to go to a public bathhouse, so I went with her. At the bathhouse, I accidentally slipped and fell, severely fracturing my foot—it was twisted in the opposite direction.
My first thought was, “How am I going to do the exercises with a broken foot?!” With a sharp “crack,” I twisted my foot back into place.
The security guard saw that my foot was badly bruised and took me to the hospital for an X-ray. It showed that I had a fracture, but I didn’t want any treatment. The elderly woman’s family offered me money but I refused it. I asked them to take me to my sister’s home.
My sister was also a Falun Dafa practitioner. She began practicing after hearing about the miraculous things that happened to me when I started practicing. But her husband was unhappy when I arrived, because he didn’t want to take care of me.
I could sit cross-legged, but I couldn’t walk. As soon as I stood up, the pain was so intense that I lost all sensation.
I was taken to an orthopedic hospital run by three brothers. All three of them looked at the X-ray and touched the injured area around my ankle. The next morning, I couldn’t move at all.
I realized that I must have done something wrong and needed to look inside. I left the hospital and went to an elderly practitioner’s home. I felt guilty when I saw her taking care of every aspect of my daily life. I told her that I didn’t want to be a burden and wished I could leave.
However, she encouraged me, saying, “If you are a Dafa disciple, you should just do what you are supposed to do.”
I thought about it for a while and decided to do the exercises while leaning against the wall. Surprisingly, the sensation in my foot returned right away.
After I finished the exercises, I fell asleep. After a while, I had a vision of Master cutting open my foot with a pair of scissors, and there were three rats inside the wound that seemed to represent the three brothers in the orthopedic hospital.
Master said, “I am cleansing you.”
I was moved to tears. When I woke up, I tearfully told my fellow practitioner what I had seen. She was deeply moved as well.
I realized that when I was taken to the hospital and didn’t refuse treatment, this led to me becoming possessed. I truly lacked righteous thoughts, and the evil old forces took advantage of this.
After Master cleansed me, my foot healed within a few days, and the pain disappeared.
Learning New Skills to Validate the Fa
I got a job in a city taking care of a one-year-old girl. She was in very poor health and looked like a one-month-old baby. Her parents were fellow practitioners.
The parents told me that their baby couldn’t eat certain foods including vegetables. She was badly constipated, so her mother had to manually remove her stools.
When her parents went to work, I cooked some vegetables and fed them to the baby. As a result, her bowel movements returned to normal and she began to grow quickly.
Through my celestial eye, I saw that the baby had karmic debts. Behind the baby, I saw a woman in her 40s with short hair, a round face, and a mole. She looked at me, her gaze full of utter hatred. Whenever the baby lay down, she lay down; whenever the baby sat up, she sat up. She disappeared whenever I sent righteous thoughts, but as soon as I finished, she would appear again.
I thought, “No matter what this is, I will not acknowledge it. I will eliminate the arrangements and interference of the old forces. Regardless of what karmic ties may exist in any past life, I will not acknowledge them.”
The next day, the couple took their baby to a supermarket. They returned about an hour later with the child in their arms, her head slumped forward.
I asked, “What’s wrong?”
The baby’s mother said, “She is not breathing.”
The parents were very worried and didn’t know what to do. I immediately began to send righteous thoughts and the parents joined me. After a while, the baby started to breathe again.
The baby’s mother was the local coordinator and also organized computer classes. I wanted to learn as well, but she said, “You just take care of the child. What good will it do you to learn about computers?” Back then, I was uneducated and knew nothing about computers, but I really wanted to learn.
The coordinator later gave me an old computer. I asked my daughter to teach me how to use it. My daughter wrote down the operating steps, and I taught myself step by step.
After I learned how to use the computer, the coordinator asked me to print books such as the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and Dismantling Party Culture. Sometimes I also went out to distribute truth-clarification materials.
Once, I saw piles of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and Dismantling Party Culture in the house, and I wondered why the coordinator had not distributed them. I learned that, as a coordinator, she inevitably encountered conflicts with fellow practitioners. Some criticized and attacked her, which greatly upset her. Sometimes she would confide in me about her troubles.
During that time, I had a dream. I saw many children wearing lotus-patterned vests in the room where the piles of booklets were stored. They were banging on the door with sticks and shouting, “Let us out! Let us out! We have to go out and save people!”
I told the coordinator about my dream. She immediately understood and said, “It is wrong to let so many books that we produced sit at home. We should distribute them. I have been reluctant to give the books to fellow practitioners because they often criticize me. I must let go of my selfishness and resentment—I really need to improve my xinxing.”
Because there are many Falun Gong practitioners in my village, the persecution there had been particularly severe. With the help of the coordinator’s husband, I wrote an article under my real name to expose the local persecutors. The article was published on Minghui.org.
Stopping a Thief About to Commit Murder
Once, I was on a train and dozed off. I woke up and saw a man trying to steal money. Someone had grabbed hold of his hand to stop him. With his other hand, the thief pulled out a knife and threatened to stab the victim if anyone dared to speak or move. Everyone else was terrified and would not intervene. The victim’s wife was screaming, “Help us! Please save us!”
Suddenly, Master’s teaching flashed through my mind:
“It is a xinxing issue if you do not help stop a murder or arson when you see it. How will you otherwise demonstrate that you are a good person?” (Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun)
Life is more important than money, so I said to the man holding onto the thief’s hand, “Let him go!”
Someone warned me not to talk, but again I told the man to let the thief go. The thief immediately bolted. No money was stolen, and no one was hurt.
The person sitting next to me said, “You are really brave. Nowadays, no one would say a word if it doesn’t concern them. You are such a kind person. That is rare.”
“Falun Gong Is Indeed Wonderful”
One day I went to the market and saw an elderly couple selling Chinese cabbage. I went over and told them about the evil nature of CCP. The husband was a member of the Party.
I said, “Do you know what The Communist Manifesto says? It talks about the specter of communism, which is not good at all. A lot of people have already quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations.”
He replied, “Really?”
“Of course,” I said. “Would you like to quit, too?”
“Yes, I will,” he said. “But we are busy selling cabbages here.”
I told him that I would buy all his cabbages and asked him to deliver them to my home. He agreed.
When he came to my home, the man asked if I had any books he could look at. I gave him a copy of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party.
After he finished reading that, he came back and asked for other books. I gave him a copy of The Ultimate Goal of Communism. But he said, “Not this one. I want the book that you are reading.”
“So you want to learn Falun Gong?” I asked.
He said yes. I gave him a copy of Zhuan Falun, and told him, “I’m lending you my book, please return it when you finish reading it. You can keep the other books.”
The next few times I saw him at the market, I asked if he had finished reading the book. He always replied, “I’m still reading it.”
One day, I went to see him at the market again, but only his wife was there. As dusk was falling, a man walked toward us.
“Who is that?” I asked the wife.
“That’s my husband,” she replied.
I was stunned, “Wow! That’s your husband? How come he looks so young? He looks as if he were 20 years younger!”
The man told me, “Falun Gong is indeed wonderful. Look at me, all my diseases are gone. Please send my regards to Master Li!”
