(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa before the the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched its brutal persecution in July 1999. Today I would like to share a story about my aunt that left a particularly deep impression on me.
Experiencing the Wonders of Dafa
I heard about Falun Dafa in the second half of 1997. I wished to try the exercises so I went to a practice site. As I continued doing them I experienced the phenomenon Master describes in Zhuan Falun: “...each of you could feel that your forehead was tight; the muscles felt like they were piling up together and drilling inward.” (Lecture Two,Zhuan Falun)
One day while I was doing the second exercise, the Falun Standing Stance, and holding the wheel in front of my forehead, I suddenly saw a beam of red light. It was so bright that it dazzled my eyes. Afterward, everything appeared red, and then I saw a pink lotus bud. Like a time-lapse scene on television, the petals unfolded layer by layer in an instant. It was truly amazing! It was exactly as Master described in Zhuan Falun when he talked about the opening of one’s celestial eye.
When I meditated, I often experienced extraordinary sensations. Sometimes my legs seemed to disappear, other times my hands disappeared, or I could only feel half of my face. At times my tongue felt thicker than a city wall, and my body seemed enormous. Once, I felt as if I were sitting inside an upright eggshell, with one end resting in the palm of my conjoined hands, and the other extended above my head. Sitting in the middle of it, I felt warm and comfortable.
I also experienced what is known as the manifestation of hard qigong. I was checking whether a window was fully closed, so I gently pushed the thick, opaque glass with my index and middle fingers. The glass had no cracks. The moment my fingers touched it, the pane shattered instantly as if struck by a heavy hammer. I knew this was the ability of hard qigong, and I was excited. Wanting to test it again, I tried the same thing on another window, but nothing happened. My mindset was becoming attached because I intentionally tried to test out the ability.
Everything Master teaches in the book is true. This conviction has accompanied me throughout my cultivation journey, and helped me overcome one tribulation after another.
My Aunt Returns From the Brink of Death
Our residential community was built after several villages were merged together, and it’s home to about 10,000 residents. After dinner, people often take their children to the local supermarket. The children play while the adults chat about neighborhood news—who is expecting a baby, who is seriously ill, and lots of other local happenings. If you sit there for a while, you can learn just about everything. It is practically an information center.
One day, in early summer last year, I took my grandson to the supermarket. I overheard a group of people talking about an old lady who suffered from bone cancer for three years. She became emaciated, and almost died the night before. Her son and grandson, who lived elsewhere, rushed back overnight, but she was delirious and could not recognize anyone.
This woman was actually a relative of mine, and introduced me to my husband. A few days earlier, I saw her husband pushing her in a wheelchair. Her face was deathly pale. She could not stand on her own, and could barely eat. Her son was well-off, and took her to many hospitals for treatment. Otherwise, she probably would not have survived that long.
The older family members said that when she was young, she performed in the town’s propaganda troupe. She could sing and dance well, was capable and strong-willed, while her husband seemed rather timid. With a mentality shaped by CCP culture, I decided she was someone who would not easily accept the truth. I assumed she probably joined the Party or one of its affiliated organizations while working in the propaganda troupe.
Although I often saw her, I had never clarified the truth to her. When I heard that she regained consciousness that morning, I felt this was no coincidence. If I did not go and speak with her now, I might never have another chance.
After dinner, I gathered my courage, put aside all preconceived notions, and went to her home with one thought: I must save her. She was reclining on a sofa, and speaking very softly because she had little strength.
When I explained why I came, she reacted as expected. She did not believe the truth about Dafa, and was unwilling to withdraw from the Young Pioneers. She felt her son spent so much, taking her to the best hospitals, and still they could not cure her. Since she did not know she had cancer, the idea that reciting a few words and making the three withdrawals could help seemed impossible to believe.
Years of indoctrination through Party culture had deeply influenced her thinking. Even in such a critical condition, she still clung to those beliefs. She did, however, tell me that she only joined the Young Pioneers, and never joined the Communist Party or the Communist Youth League.
Seeing that she was unwilling to withdraw, her husband became anxious and repeatedly urged her, saying, “Just quit. At your age, why keep the name of a Young Pioneer? I’ll withdraw with you.” No matter how much he encouraged her, she refused, and instead started talking about several elderly practitioners in our community.
I told her, “Don’t focus on what others say about them. Those practitioners are older than you, aren’t they? You’re only in your 70s, yet you can barely eat or walk. They are in their 80s, and one is over 90. Their hair is still thick and dark, they walk independently, take care of themselves, and during the busy farming season they even cook for their children, and help care for their great-grandchildren. Doesn’t that alone show that Falun Dafa is extraordinary?”
I then shared my own cultivation experiences, and answered all of her questions, especially regarding medical treatment and medication, the staged Tiananmen self-immolation incident, the state-sanctioned forced organ harvesting, the Party’s atheism, and the importance of withdrawing from its organizations.
I spoke calmly and patiently, as if telling a story. Throughout the conversation, I remained peaceful, and held a firm belief that she could be saved. Gradually, she opened her heart. In the end, she agreed to quit the Young Pioneers, and began reciting, “Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
By the time I left her home, it was nearly midnight. The neighborhood was quiet, and I took a deep breath of the cool night air, feeling greatly relieved. I knew that I was merely a messenger conveying Dafa’s message. It is Master who truly saves people, and I felt deeply the immense compassion and effort that Master has put into teaching the Fa and saving sentient beings.
Three months later during the grain harvest, I saw my aunt again. Her face was glowing with health as she helped her husband dry the harvested grain. I was truly grateful for Master’s compassion, and bringing her back from the brink of death.
