(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa before the persecution started. I’ve experienced joy as well as tribulations and hardships, but I always knew Master was watching over me.
I’d like to share some amazing stories that happened on my cultivation path.
Master Arranged for Me to Set up a Materials Production Site
The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched the persecution on July 20, 1999. Falun Dafa was suppressed, slandered, and defamed, and practitioners were illegally arrested. We repeatedly went to the government to appeal, and we tried to clarify the facts. Instead of hearing our appeals, the persecution was escalated. Police ransacked practitioners’ homes, detained them, and sentenced them to prison or labor camps. Since every channel for spreading the truth was blocked, we learned to make informational materials to help people understand the truth about the persecution.
Few people had computers, and very few practitioners knew how to use them. Informational materials were also in short supply, so some practitioners risked going to print shops. But the print shop owners did not want to print large quantities, so we began setting up home-based materials production sites.
I was one of the first employees in my company to be assigned to learn computer skills, and I became proficient. My husband and I talked and decided to buy a computer, although we didn’t initially intend to use it for making materials.
The day after we bought our computer, Ms. He (alias) brought an Epson 230 printer over and showed me how to print a DVD label. I quickly learned how to do this, so she showed me how to make DVDs. She kept coming to my home to teach me various skills, such as printing flyers, brochures, and Minghui Weekly Journals that I could download from the Internet. I also downloaded technical materials to study. I learned to design and edit self-adhesive labels, flyers, and brochures, as well as fix printers.
With the increased demand for informational materials, I felt a bit pressured, and the printer started showing color differences. For safety reasons, I wrapped the printer in a bed sheet so I could take it to a repair shop. The owner said it was worn out and advised me to buy a new one, but I didn’t want to throw it away.
After I came home, I held the printer and didn’t want to put it down. Thinking about Master’s words that all matter is alive, I told the printer, “You came for the Fa. Now Dafa is being persecuted, and Master is being defamed. I know you’re very tired, but I’ll give you time to rest and won’t make you work non-stop.” Incredibly, the printer kept going for two more years!
After Ms. He heard this, she was a bit surprised, saying that the printer had been thrown away by two other practitioners. She gave it to me to practice on, and never expected that I’d be able to keep using it.
Master Gave Me a Good Cultivation Environment
Doing technical work is also a process of upgrading one’s xinxing. I diligently study the Fa, do the exercises, and send forth righteous thoughts, so that everything will go smoothly. My devices and equipment only work properly if there is an upright environment for them. I spend half the day completing my everyday work, and the rest of my time I dedicate to making informational materials. Ms. He said, “Your home is just like a print shop.”
As local practitioners were persecuted one after another, the entire workload fell on my shoulders. Even tasks like verifying lists of truth-clarification phone numbers and editing shared articles for practitioners, I had to do almost everything. Master kept opening up my wisdom and also provided a relaxed environment. As a department head at my everyday job, I had the freedom to arrange my time, and it didn’t take long to handle work-related matters.
When I came home, I continued making truth-clarification materials. Actually, in the monthly performance evaluations, the department I was responsible for consistently ranked at either top or second place, and my superiors valued me as a manager.
My relatives and friends never asked me for anything. Even my parents assumed that I was busy. When they occasionally needed my help with something, I always managed to assist them to the best of my ability, and they were satisfied.
Improving My Cultivation
Whenever I ran into a xinxing conflict, Master always gave me hints. One time, my husband kept picking fights over trivial things, and we ended up arguing. I forgot I was a practitioner. We had just finished arguing, and I was still feeling resentful when suddenly a large suitcase fell off a shelf, and its wheels hit my head.
I didn’t feel any pain at first, but it was a heavy blow. When I touched my head a huge bump the size of an egg had formed. I immediately realized why this happened. I felt immense regret, and my face burned. I knew this was Master’s wake-up call to remind me to maintain my xinxing.
My husband was shocked. He reached out and touched my head, asking if it hurt. I said I was fine. When I got up the next day, I couldn’t help but touch my head, and surprisingly, the bump was gone.
Every time a trial like this came along, I always told the other practitioners. They would say, “Master is watching over you so closely!”
Master has always been protecting every practitioner at each moment. However, we still need to think things through when encountering a test so as to realize our mistakes.
Helping My Managers Know the Truth
When we worked on a project with a large company, we were required to provide details of our company’s overall abilities, as well as project and data analyses for an evaluation and joint report. My supervisor assigned this task to me. I didn’t prepare a draft; I simply typed the document directly on my computer, and I completed it quickly. My supervisor was satisfied after reviewing it. The project was approved by the other company, and the collaboration was successfully completed.
I wouldn’t have been able to do this before I began practicing Falun Dafa. I would have to keep writing and revising a document, which was exhausting, time-consuming, and mentally taxing. After I began practicing, Master opened up my wisdom, and made my job easy.
After this task was finished, my managers valued me even more. I also had the opportunity to have more contact with them, and did not forget about my mission. While chatting with each of them, I clarified the truth about Dafa and the CCP’s brutal persecution of practitioners. Our general manager quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. His deputy and the others in charge also decided to quit the CCP.
Master Protects Me
I occasionally needed to go on a business trip. To save time, I avoided going by company car as it always involved sightseeing and took up an entire day. Instead, I just went to the station and got on the first bus at 6:00 a.m. I usually arrive at the other company’s office around 8:00 a.m., just in time for work. After I completed my work, I clarified the facts about the persecution to my business colleague. Then I immediately headed home.
One day in May 2007, I was about to go on a business trip. My husband rode his bicycle with me to the station, and we took a shortcut along a street that was filled with obstacles. My husband was very careful as his front tire cleared one, but my foot caught the obstacle as his back tire went over it. I was pulled off the bike and fell flat on my back, with my head hitting the ground hard. The sound was deafening, and onlookers shook their heads.
My husband was terrified, thinking the accident might be fatal. My mind was blank, and then the word “Master” appeared. Gradually, I was able to open my eyes, but I could not get up. When I saw my husband, I lifted my arms. He lifted me up and asked if I was okay. I said, “I’m fine. Master is taking care of me.”
He said, “Please don’t go to work today. Master is giving you a hint. Let’s just go home.” I asked him to drop me off at the entrance of our family compound so he could go to work, while I limped home.
When I got back, I began to do the sitting meditation. Afterwards, I looked at my bruised leg, but it didn’t hurt when I touched it. By noon, I had prepared lunch for our family and felt fine. When my husband came home, I told him I had called the other company’s manager, and I would go there tomorrow. My husband asked, “Will you be okay?” I said I was fine.
The next day, I boarded the first bus without any problems. When we passed a bus station in a county town, the conductor said there had been a horrific accident there the day before—a bus and a car collided head-on, and both vehicles caught fire. It suddenly dawned on me that I was lucky I fell and missed the bus. I knew Master helped me escape a great calamity.
Soon after the COVID pandemic started, I dreamed of a round, black entity coming towards me. I shouted out loud, “Master, please help me!” three times. The virus disappeared, and I woke up because I was shouting so loudly. It turned out to be just a dream, but when I think about it, even now, it still seems real.
Making Breakthroughs
Nearly every practitioner I know has been persecuted. Whenever something happens to one of them, it’s a huge test for me. They were also subjected to tests that are hard to imagine. Some couldn’t bear it and gave in by writing a repentance statement. Some were persecuted to death because they refused to betray other practitioners. In the end, I was implicated.
I was also persecuted and imprisoned. Because I refused to write a guarantee statement, I was only allowed four hours' sleep a night. As I refused to say words against Master, the guards switched tactics and used inmates as collaborators to keep pressuring me. I never experienced such mental stress before.
The prison organized various competitions and events, and since there were relatively few young people in that ward, I was always assigned to one of them. Each time, I begged Master to strengthen me so I did not have to participate, and I always managed to avoid this. For example, in the competition to sing CCP songs, inmates had to shout slogans praising the evil Party, and even practiced the slogans during rehearsals, but I successfully avoided all that.
The prison often held “criticizing sessions” to humiliate practitioners. Most of us were centrally held at that ward and had to participate. Each time names were called from cell to cell, my name was called the first time, but not the second time, so I didn’t have to participate. The other practitioners were surprised. Master was with me as I recited the Fa, sent forth righteous thoughts, and asked for Master’s help whenever I encountered difficulties.
I was eventually released from prison. Looking back, the tribulations that I experienced counted as nothing. I didn’t change and was still a Dafa practitioner walking the path of Fa-rectification.
On our cultivation journey, tribulations and miracles coexist. The tribulations that we ran into were caused by karma created from lifetime after lifetime, yet at the same time, miracles appeared, bestowed by Master. It is Master who leads us to break through tribulations. It is Master who guides our cultivation to be better people, extraordinary people. There are no words that can express my gratitude to Master!
