(Minghui.org) It took me 26 years from the time I first learned about Falun Dafa to the moment when I truly began practicing it. Along the way, I came to understand how difficult it is to become a genuine practitioner and break free from human delusions.
Passing Up Dafa Again and Again
In early 1994, I visited a friend who told me that he had started practicing Falun Dafa. He also said that many well-known people in the country were practicing it. He demonstrated how he could sit in the lotus position and talked about certain supernormal abilities.
When he showed me the lotus position, I told him that it didn’t seem that difficult and sat in the same position with ease. He exclaimed, “Wow! You have excellent inborn quality!” I didn’t understand what he meant by that. He briefly explained the meaning of cultivation and kept encouraging me to practice Falun Dafa. However, I was busy changing jobs at the time, so I suggested that we discuss it later. That “later” lasted 26 years. Yet the words “Falun Dafa” had already taken root in my heart.
I often heard coworkers talking about the principles of Falun Dafa. I felt that what they said made sense, but the practice didn’t really grab my attention. After I changed jobs in 1994, I visited my friend to say goodbye before I left. He encouraged me to practice Falun Dafa and told me about some extraordinary things he had witnessed. Even so, I didn’t intend to start the practice right away.
The job change never really worked out, and my life was full of ups and downs, with one setback after another. When the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) broadcast the Tiananmen Square self-immolation incident, I knew the persecution of Falun Dafa had begun. However, I was skeptical of the incident and believed it couldn’t possibly be true.
Around 2001, I learned that the head of my local domestic security bureau had died in a car crash. Many people said this was karmic retribution for his involvement in the persecution of Falun Dafa. This made me realize that Falun Dafa was not an ordinary practice.
In 2018, while I was waiting to pick up my child at the nursery, someone tried to clarify the truth to me about Falun Dafa. I thought it was someone from a religious group trying to convert me, and I refused to listen.
A few months later, at the edge of a vegetable field, a practitioner clarified the truth to me again. He gave me an informational booklet and CDs, and encouraged me to quit the CCP. No matter what he said, my heart wasn’t moved. Once again, I passed up Dafa, like a ship passing in the night.
However, I read and looked at everything he gave me and gradually learned some of the truth about the persecution. I also read those articles aloud to other farmers, and we understood that it was Jiang Zemin, the former CCP leader, who had initiated the persecution.
In 2019, my wife shared with me a vivid dream she’d had. In her dream, someone dressed in yellow came to our home, but she didn’t understand what that meant. I have always believed in the divine, but at the time I didn’t understand who the person in yellow was. I later realized that it was the Master of Falun Dafa who had found us among the vast sea of people. He saw that our family was in trouble and came to save us.
Becoming a True Cultivator After My Daughter Was Diagnosed With a Brain Tumor
In late 2019, our daughter was diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was a crushing blow. We went everywhere seeking a cure. When Western medicine couldn’t help, we turned to traditional Chinese medicine. When that didn’t work either, we went to major cities to consult top neurosurgeons at China’s leading hospitals. Unfortunately, even they dared not operate.
This was my only daughter, and I truly felt I had reached a point where crying out to heaven brought no answers and appealing to the earth brought no response. This was also during the height of the COVID-19 pandemic. There was nowhere left for me to turn, no path left for me to take.
After local Falun Dafa practitioners learned about my daughter’s condition, they brought us Dafa amulets and taught us to recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” In desperation, I urged my daughter to recite the phrases repeatedly and to sincerely believe in them.
The practitioners later brought us an audio player so we could listen to recordings of Master’s lectures. They also helped us send righteous thoughts and helped our whole family quit the CCP. When sending righteous thoughts, I imitated the practitioners’ hand gestures. I was only copying the movements and didn’t know the formulas, but I had a single thought in my heart: “I ask for Master’s help to save my daughter as soon as possible.”
With my eyes slightly closed, I clearly saw palace-like buildings and lush green pine trees above those practitioners’ heads. I was standing outside the high walls of the palace. A practitioner later told me, “Master is opening your celestial eye, allowing you to see that extraordinary scene to encourage you.”
My daughter, however, remained unconvinced, and her condition worsened with each passing day. I continued contacting relatives and friends, asking for their help in finding a doctor. One friend managed to find a specialist in a major city who agreed to do the surgery. We went there right away.
During the operation, my wife and I kept reciting, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” When no one was around, we recited it out loud; when others were present, we recited it silently. During the more than eight hours she was in surgery, we never stopped reciting the auspicious phrases. After the operation, the doctor said it went very well and that they had removed 95% of the tumor.
After that, my daughter still needed to have chemotherapy. Remarkably, during the six months of her treatment, my own symptoms of chest tightness, heart palpitations, and a premature heartbeat all disappeared. My wife’s high blood pressure also came down.
One day as I was washing a towel, I squeezed out the water like I normally did when it suddenly tore apart and shredded in my hands. I later understood that this was a manifestation of supernormal abilities—an encouragement from Master.
After returning home, my daughter continued her chemotherapy at our local hospital. At home, we were able to listen to recordings of Master’s lectures. Fellow practitioners taught us how to access the Minghui website and brought us a copy of Zhuan Falun.
As a family, we began studying the Fa and went online to read experience-sharing articles on Minghui.org, as well as other practitioners’ miraculous cultivation stories. Only then did my daughter truly begin to believe in Master and the Fa. She devoted herself to cultivation and started doing the five exercises. I also came to understand the principles of Falun Dafa, which is, in fact, a profound spiritual cultivation practice.
One morning in 2020, I was about to tell my daughter, “I truly want to cultivate now.” But before I could speak, I suddenly felt a current flow from the top of my head down to my heels. It was as if I had been washed by a pure substance, as though my whole body had been thoroughly purified and become transparent. It was a sensation I had never experienced before. I told my daughter and exclaimed twice, “I felt something!”
Later, a fellow practitioner told me that this was Master performing guanding (pouring energy into the top of one’s head) for me. From that moment on, I felt that I had truly stepped through the door of cultivation and become a genuine cultivator. From my first encounter with Falun Dafa to that moment, 26 years had passed.
My daughter is rather introverted and doesn’t say much, but I could tell that she had also begun to cultivate seriously, and her faith in Master and the Fa had grown much stronger.
During my daughter’s hospitalization for a follow-up exam, I was astonished to clearly see an image of a Bodhisattva’s face about a meter above her head. It was only the face, not a complete head, but it appeared crystal clear and transparent, with a distinct outline. The compassion and kindness reflected in that face was beyond description.
The Bodhisattva hovered quietly, gazing at her. My daughter remained still, and I did not move, either. I simply watched, with no thoughts. After a while, it suddenly occurred to me, “Isn’t that a Bodhisattva? I should take a closer look.” But the moment that thought arose, the image disappeared. No matter how hard I tried to see it again or search for it, it was nowhere to be seen.
I didn’t tell anyone about this. I only kept wondering to myself, “We are under Master’s care. Why would a Bodhisattva come to watch over my daughter?” Many questions churned in my mind.
When my daughter’s follow-up results came back, we showed them to the surgeon. Not long after sending the images, the surgeon video-called us to congratulate us, saying, “The scans look excellent, very clean. She doesn’t need any more chemotherapy.”
What puzzled me, however, was the Bodhisattva’s face I had seen above my daughter’s head. Could it be that Bodhisattvas also took care of us? Could Master have arranged it? So many questions swirled around in my mind.
It wasn’t until I read Master’s book Collected Teachings Given Around the World that I finally understood. It was Master who completely eradicated the karmic obstacles that had caused my daughter’s condition. Our whole family is deeply grateful for Master’s immense compassion and great virtue.
I often regret being 26 years late, and I also worry deeply for people who remain lost. I hope that by sharing my experience, more people can awaken and begin practicing Falun Dafa, so that, together, we may follow Master toward a bright and beautiful future.
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