(Minghui.org) I began to practice Falun Dafa in 1994, over 30 years ago. To save me from being lost in this mundane world, Master has shown me many miracles. I would like to share several events that remain deeply etched in my memory.
Levitating for the First Time
I was 22 years old in 1994, and I worked in the office of a factory. My uncle came to visit, and he mentioned that several people at his home were practicing Falun Dafa. After dinner, I went to his place and met the practitioners, who were very friendly. They taught me the Falun Dafa exercises and lent me a copy of the book Falun Gong, which I held in my hands like a precious treasure.
At that time, my job wasn’t demanding, so whenever I had free time, I seized the opportunity to copy the teachings. Our section chief gave me a hard time about my interest in Dafa, calling it superstition, but my resolve never wavered. I practiced the exercises every morning and evening. Before long, I felt refreshed and invigorated. Compared to my former frail self, I was like a different person.
One evening in late May 1994, I was practicing alone on the rooftop of my home. While doing the second exercise, it felt as if something were holding me up: My arms weren’t at all tired, just comfortable and mysteriously light.
During the meditation exercises, I suddenly felt my body grow light and weightless, and I began to float upward. Being a timid person, I had never experienced anything like this before, nor had I ever heard of such a thing. Frightened, I quickly stopped and hurried downstairs.
I was on my bed in my room, trying to calm down, when I thought, “I haven’t finished my exercises yet. I need to complete them.” So I started doing them again. My body suddenly felt light again and I began to float upward. I was so frightened that I clung to the bed and didn’t dare to close my eyes, afraid I would rise again. I eventually fell asleep, but I kept the light on all night.
After listening to Master’s later teachings, I finally understood that he had opened my Great Heavenly Circuit, which made it possible for me to levitate. Having experienced this firsthand, I became even more convinced of the practice. Master truly came to save people.
Witnessing Divine Power
On June 11, 1994, Master held a Falun Dafa lecture series in Zhengzhou City. Eight of us from our small town attended. To see Master in person, hear him teach, and take a commemorative photo with him... What immense happiness! No earthly joy could compare.
We traveled with fellow practitioners from the city, taking a bus to Wuhan a day early before catching a train to Zhengzhou. The whole journey, I kept wondering why I wasn’t getting motion sickness. I used to get so sick on even short trips, and I’d throw up the whole way. Yet, on this much longer trip, I felt absolutely no motion sickness.
Along the way, fellow practitioners kept applauding—it turned out that many with their celestial eye open could see a Falun (Law Wheel) guiding the way ahead of the vehicle! Cultivation truly is extraordinary. Even on the journey to meet Master, he was already watching over us!
Many fellow practitioners have written about Master’s miraculous subjugation of demons at the Zhengzhou lecture, and I also personally witnessed it.
That day, I was seated at the very back so I couldn’t see Master clearly on the podium. Yet the scene that unfolded was truly breathtaking. Suddenly, the wind started to howl, the sky darkened, windows rattled, and, outside, we could hear objects being blown over the building. The ceiling shook as if struck by heavy objects, creating a deafening roar—just like the scene in the TV series “Journey to the West” when a demon appears.
I held out my hand to catch what was falling through the gap in the roof—they were hailstones! The power went out, too. I couldn’t quite make out what Master was saying, but I saw him sitting on the podium making hand gestures and putting something into a water bottle. Then the chaotic clatter started to subside and finally ceased. The rain stopped, and the sun came out again. The power came back on, too, although those who’d been trying to fix the electricity reported there was no current at the circuit breaker. We witnessed Master wielding divine power to subdue demons and eliminate evil, and we clapped enthusiastically.
Later, Master asked everyone to stand up and go over the exercises together. I felt as if the ground were electrified, and, suddenly, countless vessels inside my legs seemed to open up. Waves of current began at my soles, traveling upward, segment by segment.
When we emerged from the venue, we were stunned again. Many large trees had been uprooted and lay sprawled across the road. Deep pools of water had accumulated on the pavement, forcing us to wade through the water back to the hotel. My skirt got completely soaked. What a tremendous commotion this monster had caused!
The next day, we moved to a better venue. The Mayor of Zhenzhou took the stage and shook hands with Master. What had happened the day before had shaken the entire city!
Back in our hometown, fellow practitioners shared experiences and the changes we had undergone. By December 1994, when Master held the fifth Falun Dafa lecture series in Guangzhou, the number of people from our small town who signed up had multiplied several times over. After that, the number of people starting to practice Falun Gong snowballed!
Setting Up a Home-Based Materials Production Site
In 2007, our local truth-clarification materials production site was destroyed. I realized that we need those materials to save sentient beings, so I asked fellow practitioners to teach me how to make them.
After I learned how, I felt discouraged because my home environment wasn’t ideal. My home faces the street, and neighbors interact frequently. Both front and back doors are usually open, and people often drop by for a chat. Every afternoon, my mother-in-law and others play mahjong in the living room, drawing onlookers. I genuinely felt unsafe making materials at home.
I sought out practitioners who lived near me, and one gave me a key to her place. Since she was rarely home, I moved my printer there. After a while, that also proved inconvenient. My child was in second grade at the time, and I couldn’t go out at night, so I could only work during the day. When I came and went from her place during daylight hours, people often saw me and asked, “She’s not home, what are you doing there?” I had to make up excuses.
One day while I was printing materials at her place, someone started banging on the front door. It wouldn’t stop, so I had to open it. It was a man who claimed to be the practitioner’s brother. He said he was passing by, saw the door unlocked, and figured she must be home. But then he noticed the door was bolted from the inside and worried something might be wrong.
After that, I moved the printer to the home of another practitioner, who ran a business. The back room of her house was vacant, so I set up there to produce materials. After working there for a while, I still felt uneasy. People loitering on the street would see me carrying packages in and out of her house and frequently ask, “What are you doing at her place?”
One day while I was making materials, her husband asked, “How many watts is that machine of yours? Why are the lights in my house dimming?”
Working on documents elsewhere just isn’t as safe or convenient as doing it at home, so I gritted my teeth and moved the printer up to the second floor of my house. There are two rooms upstairs, with a large platform next to them that gets great sunlight. The neighbors often used my second-floor platform to dry clothes, as well radish slices, sauces, and such. I worried they might hear the noise of the printer working.
But, miraculously, ever since I started working from home, they haven’t used my platform to dry anything. This was something I never could have imagined. This change only strengthened my confidence in making materials at home. Master is always right beside his disciples, arranging everything.
Later, with Master’s blessing, my family built a new house in a slightly more secluded place, which was better suited to making truth-clarification materials. I added several printers, CD burners, and other tools to make different kinds of truth-clarification materials, which played a greater role in helping local practitioners save people. Master created an environment for his disciples and bestowed upon them the unprecedented honor of assisting him in rectifying the Fa.
My Son Benefits From My Cultivation
My son was a mischievous and playful child. When he started elementary school, making sure he did his homework every day was a real headache for me; he’d often drag it out until late at night. But after another practitioner and I began going to rural areas to distribute truth-clarifying materials and share the truth about Dafa, another miraculous change occurred.
One evening, I returned home late, and my mother-in-law and the others had already finished their mahjong game. I parked my bicycle and went into the living room to find my son sitting alone, quietly focused on his homework! I was stunned: Is this really my son? I firmly believe only Master could have changed my son. That year, he was in third grade.
From that moment on, we no longer had to supervise our son’s education. Throughout elementary and middle school, he consistently excelled in advanced classes. He entered a top-tier city high school, and later on, a prestigious provincial university. After completing his Master’s degree, he was fortunate to secure a position with a major corporation in southern China, where his generous salary and benefits were admired family, friends, and fellow villagers!
When the joyful news arrived that my son had been admitted to a prestigious university, I had already been held in a detention center for two years. When the director shared this news with me in front of the entire cell block, everyone rejoiced for me.
Later, the cell block leader went out to chat with the director and officers, remarking, “Look how much you all worry about your kids’ grades. See how outstanding the son of that Falun Gong practitioner is— got into a top-tier university!”
Everything my son has is a gift from Master, and it also testifies to the majesty of the Buddha Fa. Those Chinese Communist Party officials who once mocked Dafa disciples for losing our families and everything else have been rendered speechless in the face of reality.
I will cherish this once-in-a-millennium opportunity to cultivate in the Fa. I will study the Fa well, cultivate myself well, fulfill my vows, and return home with Master at Consummation!
