(Minghui.org) I have practiced Falun Dafa (also called Falun Gong) for nearly 30 years under Master’s compassionate protection and guidance. On the occasion of the 27th World Falun Dafa Day, I would like to share some of the miraculous stories from my cultivation journey, bearing witness to the extraordinary nature of Falun Dafa and the greatness of Master.
Amazing Things Happened in Two Short Days
Before retiring, I was a teacher. I was in poor health and suffered from heart disease, kidney disease, arthritis, stomach ailments, and vertigo. It seemed that everything I ate was mixed with some medication or other. My husband was a physician, so we had many medical books at home. Whenever I had free time, I would browse through them and try to self-diagnose by matching my symptoms to the descriptions—to the point where I eventually became something of a “half-doctor” myself, and I had a cabinet full of various medicines.
Back in 1996, when I was just in my early 40s, during episodes of tachycardia, my heart rate would exceed 160 beats per minute, and once the episode subsided, my face would flush crimson as blood rushed to my head.
One day while I was teaching, I suddenly felt a radiating pain in my heart that extended to my back. I started to have difficulty breathing and blurred vision, and then I collapsed right there at the lectern on the podium.
I returned home from the hospital that evening and called my older sister, who lived in another city, to talk about what had happened. Concerned about me, she said, “There is an excellent practice here, though you might not be able to learn it. It is unlike any qigong you’ve practiced before. It involves more than just physical movements—the focus is primarily on cultivating one’s heart and character and letting go of one’s attachments to fame, fortune, and sentimentality that ordinary people cling to. It is called Falun Gong.” I replied impulsively, “I can let go of those things!” My sister took my phone number, and promised she would ask the coordinator at her practice site the next day to see if there was a way I could learn the practice.
Around noon the next day, a woman I didn’t know called me, saying that someone from out of town had told her I wanted to learn Falun Gong. She said she lived in town and would meet me at 6:30 that evening at a specific traffic light.
I said, “But I don’t know you. It’s pitch dark by 6:30, and there is a lot of traffic at that intersection. How are we supposed to recognize each other?” She replied, “Don’t worry. I’ll be wearing a Falun badge. Rest assured, Master will arrange it.” I didn’t understand what she meant since I didn’t know what a Falun badge looked like, how big it was, or how I could spot her from across the street. Was her master coming along, too?
Just as I arrived at the intersection at 6:30 p.m., the light turned green, and a tide of cyclists surged toward me. A young woman, her face lit up with a bright smile, headed straight my way and stopped right in front of me. “Hello! Are you Mei?” she asked.
I was surprised: “Yes, but how did you recognize me? Where is your Falun badge?” She pointed to a small, round badge about the size of a thumbnail on her chest and said, “It’s right here.”
“Goodness,” I said, “how could I possibly recognize you at night with a tiny badge like that? You wouldn’t even be able to see it during the day.” She replied, “There won’t be any mistake; Master has arranged everything.” I found it quite amazing and looked on with a puzzled expression. She smiled and said, “You don’t understand it yet, but you will later. I’m taking you to the Fa-study site now.”
There were a dozen or so people in the room, mostly elderly men and women, all sitting on floor mats, reading. Someone handed me a copy of Zhuan Falun and invited me to sit on a mat. I was wearing dress trousers, so sitting down was a bit of a struggle. Everyone took turns reading a paragraph each. When my turn came, I had barely read two sentences when tears began streaming down my face, I choked up, and I found myself sighing deeply. I felt a complex mix of emotions—excitement, grief, fear, and anguish—had all welled up and dissolved into silent tears. I am someone who rarely sheds tears, so I felt quite embarrassed and said, “Oh my, what’s happening? What’s going on?”—all while the tears kept falling.
I finished reading that passage with a tearful voice. I said, “I won’t read any further. I’ll just follow along in the book and listen to everyone else read.” Someone remarked, “You have good inborn quality; the knowing side of you realized that you have obtained the Fa so it is deeply moved.” I managed to keep going like that until the group Fa study concluded.
On the way home, the young woman told me about Falun Gong. She would lend me her book to read first, and if I found it acceptable, I should call her, and she would take me to buy my own copy.
I returned home and opened the book. On the second page, Master says,
“Think about it, everyone: What kind of matter is it to teach qigong toward high levels? Isn’t this offering salvation to humankind? Offering salvation to humankind means that you will be truly cultivating, and not just healing illnesses and keeping fit.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun)
Seeing the word “cultivating,” I was deeply moved, and tears welled up in my eyes. I said to the image of Master in the book with my palms pressed together, “Master, I am finally able to practice cultivation.”
As far back as I can remember, I always loved toys related to spiritual practices—things like wooden fish (Buddhism) and small gourds (Taoism). When I was in the second grade, I saw a monk walking ahead of me. I chased after him and followed right in his footsteps. At home later, I mimicked the way he walked, which earned me a stern scolding from my mother. After I got married, I often told my husband, “I really want to find a genuine master to learn to cultivate. Could you take me to Mount Emei or Mount Heng to find a real master to teach me? Don’t worry, I won’t become a nun; I just want to cultivate.” My husband always replied, “Where would we even find a real master? Just wait a while longer.” Now, I have finally found one, and I am able to practice cultivation.
I immediately called that young female practitioner: “I have decided to practice Falun Gong, and I would like to buy a copy of Zhuan Falun.” The next day, I got the book, a portrait of Master, two images of the Falun emblem, and a small Falun badge. That was when I set off on my journey of cultivating Falun Dafa and returning to my true self.
Miracles Amidst Sickness Karma Elimination
A few days later, she brought me a set of videotapes of Master’s lectures in Jinan. At that time, these lecture tapes were in short supply—there were only two or three sets for the entire city—so after watching them, I had to pass them on. As soon as I started watching the videos, I felt a chill run through my entire body; a coldness seemed to radiate outward from deep within my bones, making my teeth chatter. Even wrapping myself in a blanket didn’t help. I didn’t feel cold when I wasn’t watching the videos, but the moment I put them on, I would shiver from the chill. I understood that this was karma. Because karma is of a yin nature, its expulsion manifests as a cold sensation in the body.
After I finished watching all nine lectures, about two weeks after I’d started practicing, one morning around 4 a.m., I suddenly had severe watery diarrhea. Around 5 a.m., I had diarrhea again. My husband grew worried, because he knew I couldn’t withstand such diarrhea. He asked if I could handle it, and if my heart was hurting. I said I was okay. Around 6 a.m., I had diarrhea again, and he became anxious, suspecting that I had cholera, and he asked me if I wanted to vomit. I said I did not.
Base on my past experience, after three episodes of diarrhea, my fingertips usually became shriveled, my heart would feel overwhelmed, and I might even collapse. Concerned, I checked my reflection in the mirror. My lips were not purple, and my complexion was not as bad as expected. I realized that this could be Master purifying my body.
My husband wanted to take me to the hospital, but I refused to go, so he called my mother to persuade me. I explained to her, “Mom, I know what I’m doing. All these years, whenever I got sick, my first thought was to go to the hospital. But this bout of diarrhea is different. I don’t feel physically unwell—just a faint ache in my lower abdomen. I’m not dehydrated, either: my fingertips look plump, my lips aren’t turning purple, and my complexion looks healthy. Is this really an illness? It’s what the book Zhuan Falun describes as the body undergoing purification. Think of all the medicine I’ve taken over the years—I’ve practically become a walking medicine chest. To cultivate myself, surely I need to purge all those toxins from my system?” Hearing this, my mother said, “Well, just make sure you handle it wisely.”
My husband had to go to work, so I was home on my own. I went to the bathroom about every hour. Each time I experienced only a little bit of abdominal pain, and I was not afraid at all. During his lunch break, my husband came home to check on me. I hadn’t lost any weight. He asked if I was feeling unwell, but I told him I didn’t feel sick, just a bit weak. He found it remarkable, too. I hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch, and by a little past four in the afternoon, I had already had nine bowel movements.
As I lay in bed, I thought to myself, “I’ve had nine bowel movements in 12 hours—surely that’s about enough, isn’t it?” The moment I had that thought, the purging stopped. It was truly amazing that Master knew what I was thinking. Afterward, I regretted it. I should have let Master decide how much purging was necessary, rather than blindly making my own plans.
I didn’t eat for two days and drank only water. On the third day, I spent quite a while cycling my child around town to buy necessities. In the past, even when I was healthy, I would be exhausted after such an outing. But this time, despite not having eaten for two days, I was able to cycle around with my child for a long time! When we got home, my husband stared at me and said, “You have been gone for so long. I was worried you might faint out there. It seems this practice is good. I have no choice but to believe it.”
After practicing for less than a month, I experienced that everything Zhuan Falun says is real. For instance, that upon truly beginning the practice, Master purifies our bodies; that various states manifest during the purification process; that karma is a negative substance; and that Master knows exactly what I am thinking.
After that, I threw away all my other qigong books and all my medicines. Since that instance of eliminating sickness karma, I have not experienced any symptoms of illness.
In 2001, I was illegally sentenced to forced labor for practicing Falun Gong. On one occasion, the prison doctor was examining a row of us. When he reached me, he listened to my heart with his stethoscope for an unusually long time. Afterward, he remarked, “Your heartbeat sounds wonderful—there isn’t a trace of a murmur, and the rhythm is perfectly steady and even. How do you take such good care of it?” I replied, “Doctor, everyone in this row practices Falun Gong. I took up the practice because of a heart condition, and it was for practicing Falun Gong that I was sent to this labor camp.” He just looked at me, speechless.
After examining the two or three people behind me, he called me back and listened to my heart again very carefully. Once the entire row had been examined, he spoke to the supervising guard, who called me over so the doctor could listen to my heart a third time. This time, he asked about my past heart condition—how long I had suffered from heart disease, my age, and so on. I answered all of his questions.
After returning to the cell, a practitioner in the bed opposite mine said, “Don’t believe he was genuinely complimenting you on your heart and physical health. Last year, there was a practitioner in our unit who was also told after an exam that she was in excellent health. They later claimed she had contracted a terminal illness, and we were told that she had been sent home. Her family, however, was told she had been hospitalized. No one knew where she had actually been taken.” Hearing that, I simply felt the doctor was being hypocritical, and I didn’t give it much thought. When the Chinese Communist Party’s practice of harvesting organs from living Falun Dafa practitioners was later exposed, I was struck with terror.
Librarian Zhang’s Amazing Experience
Quite a few of the middle-aged and younger teachers at our school had been practicing qigong for many years, and one of them had an open celestial eye. Several of us older people often discussed qigong together, trying to find good exercises to cure our ailments. One of them, librarian Zhang, was the most seriously ill. She had kidney disease. One kidney had already been removed, and the other one was inflamed all year round. She also suffered from high blood pressure, gynecological problems, and other diseases, and had had a hysterectomy.
One day, librarian Zhang sent a student find me and ask me to come to the library. When I arrived, she said to me mysteriously, “Come to my home for dinner after work. I have something important to tell you.” That night, she told me that the teacher with the open celestial eye had told her, “That teacher (referring to me) must be practicing some high-level cultivation method. There used to be a mass of black aura above her head, but now that black aura is gone, leaving only a faint trace of yellow aura.”
She asked what practice I was doing that made my complexion look so radiant. I hesitated, fearing that the teachers at school might mock me for being superstitious. I said, “It’s called Falun Gong. It explains gods and Buddhas, and I didn’t want the teachers at school to find out.” She promised not to tell anyone, saying it would be just between the two of us. She then asked how long I had been practicing and whether there were books available.
I told her I had been practicing for less than a month. She exclaimed, “You can look like this after less than a month?” I also told her that she could go to the bookstore and buy a copy of Zhuan Falun for nine yuan. Her husband bought it for her.
After we ate, I taught her the exercises. As she was learning the first one, “Buddha Showing a Thousand Hands,” she said, “Oh, it feels like a baby moving inside my belly.” I was thrilled to hear this and said, “You have excellent innate quality!” I then shared with her what Master teaches in Zhuan Falun regarding this phenomenon. She was so excited that her breathing became a bit rapid, and she kept saying, “It’s real. Oh, so it is Falun. You can actually get one just by reading the book.”
After about two weeks, librarian Zhang also experienced symptoms of karma elimination with a fever of 40 degrees Celsius (104 degrees Fahrenheit) and she fell into a coma. Department leaders who went to visit her all said that librarian Zhang likely wouldn’t make it this time, given her already frail health. But I knew better: she practiced Dafa. As long as she had faith in Master and the Fa and remained free from fear, she would be fine—it all depended on her own understanding.
A week later, Zhang returned to work. People whispered among themselves, “It’s truly amazing. After that serious illness, Zhang seems like a completely different person. Her face, which used to be a deep, ruddy red, now has a healthy, rosy glow. Ahe no longer carries that walking-chair around with her, and she walks with a brisk, energetic stride.” Even more surprising was that she had started a small vegetable garden on a plot of land east of the staff housing complex.
This had a significant impact at the school. Zhang told me that many people had been asking her what practice she was doing. I realized that telling her not to share it had been wrong and selfish. I said, “Go ahead and tell them. If anyone wants to learn, we’ll teach them.” Within two or three months, nine people at our school took up the practice and established an exercise site.
By the end of the semester, at a faculty and staff meeting, the principal remarked, “If the entire staff practiced Falun Gong, my job as principal would be easy. Just look—this year’s outstanding employees are all Falun Gong practitioners.” However, after the CCP began its persecution of Falun Gong in 1999, this principal was forced to write self-criticisms on several occasions because of his remarks.
I share my personal stories to let people know that Falun Dafa is the Great Law of the universe and that every word in Zhuan Falun is absolutely true.
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