(Minghui.org) I am 83 years old and started practicing Falun Dafa (Falun Gong) in 1999, and I have steadfastly followed Master Li on the path of cultivation. This article was dictated by me, and written out by a fellow practitioner, to report to Master and share with fellow practitioners.
Being Completely Transformed
I was living in the countryside in 1999, when a neighbor came to me and said, “Someone in the village is showing a qigong lecture video. Let’s go take a look.”
When we arrived at that house, there were many people inside. We sat in the back and listened. That is how I obtained the Fa. Soon after, I got a copy of the book Zhuan Falun. I went to the practice site every day to do the exercises.
Then one day, members of the village committee came to the exercise site and asked every practitioner to register their names. As soon as we heard this, two other practitioners and I quietly climbed over a low wall into a neighbor’s yard and hid in their latrine. Thus, we managed to avoid being registered. After a while, when it was quiet again, the three of us returned to the practice site. The village committee people had left, so I suggested that we continue doing the exercises.
After that incident, many villagers stopped practicing Falun Dafa. They said it was not allowed by the authorities. I went to my neighbor and said, “Let’s continue to practice.” She firmly agreed.
Under the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) suppression and intimidation, our Fa study group of over 20 people dwindled down to just three or four. I did the exercises on my own at home, since we no longer had a practice site. One time as I was doing the exercises, I suddenly heard a loud, rushing sound coming from my stomach, which startled me. I placed both hands firmly on my belly, and then the sound stopped. Later, as I had a better understanding of the Fa, I realized it was the sound of Falun rotating in my lower abdomen.
Over the many years, I studied the Fa and did the exercises every day, and my health has been exceptionally good. One time, a dental clinic held a promotional event on the street, inviting many elderly people for a check-up. A young lady there called me over to have my teeth examined. I told her that although my teeth weren’t perfectly aligned, I didn’t have a single bad one, and I opened my mouth to show her. She said in surprise, “Auntie, your teeth are in such great shape! How old are you?”
I replied, “Well, I’m over 80, and I can still crack walnuts with my teeth.” Everyone there was amazed.
I don’t focus on my age at all. However, people often ask me if I am 70. I’m very agile and can easily take my grandson to and from school every day. Sometimes, if we are running late, I jog alongside him to make it there in time. Apart from helping my son look after his child, I spend the rest of my time studying the Fa and going out every day to save people, talking to them about Falun Dafa and exposing the persecution.
For a period of time, Master encouraged me. I felt so light and agile, it was as though I was walking on air. I rode my bicycle very fast and felt I could go anywhere on my bicycle. Others remarked about how agile I was. One person said, “You don’t look like someone in their 80s at all. You look like you’re 18!”
I smiled, and responded, “It’s not only you who thinks I look 18. I, myself, feel like I’m 18!”
As I was going out to distribute truth-clarification materials one evening, I twisted my ankle while going downstairs. I quickly got back on my feet, telling myself it was nothing serious. After taking a moment to steady myself, I continued on my way and finished distributing all the materials. When I got home, my foot felt a bit sore, but I didn’t pay much attention to it and went to bed. Later that night, when I tried to get up, I discovered I couldn’t move my foot, and the pain was excruciating. I sat on the bed, asking Master to help me.
In the morning, my grandson came into my room and found me crying. He asked me what was wrong. “My foot hurts so much I can’t get out of bed, so I can’t take you to school today,” I answered. He quickly called his father over, saying that Grandma was crying and couldn’t walk.
My son did not support my practicing Dafa. He often reminded me to be careful and to make sure my practice did not affect their work or the child’s studies. He came over with a stern look on his face and asked, “What did you do? You were fine last night, how come you can’t get out of bed today?” I didn’t want to tell him that I went out to distribute materials, so I told him that I went downstairs to take out the trash last night and twisted my ankle.
My son urged me to see a doctor, but I said, “It’s nothing, I’ll be fine after a day of rest.” He became anxious and said that so-and-so had the same injury, and spent thousands at the hospital. I told him, “Don’t worry. I said I’d get better, and I definitely will. I have Master. Going to the hospital will cost at least three to five thousand yuan. Aren’t there plenty of better things to do with that money? I’m not spending it that way. I can’t cook today, so please cook the meal and bring it to me. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.” He was skeptical but agreed after I insisted.
Under Master’s compassionate protection, I got out of bed early the next morning and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for them. After waking up, my son went straight to my room to check on me, but found it empty. He turned around and saw me standing in the kitchen, cooking. He was astonished, and looking me up and down, he asked if I was okay. I replied, “Yes, I’m fine. Didn’t I say I’d be fine today?” This incident allowed my son to witness the miraculous power of Falun Dafa. Since then, he never again said anything about my going out to clarify the truth.
Instead of Reporting Me, the Man Quit the CCP
Before I go out to clarify the truth, I always ask Master to protect me and to not allow people with bad intentions to interfere with my truth clarification or persecute me. For all these years, I have been walking steadily on this path of helping Master save people, even though there have been some close calls.
One time, I had barely said a few words to a man, when he suddenly grabbed me with one hand, while reaching for his phone with his other hand. I realized he was about to report me. I knew there was no chance of running away, so I wondered, “What should I do?” I quickly grabbed his hand that was reaching for his phone, preventing him from taking it out. Then I said, “What are you doing? Don’t take out your phone yet. Please just hear me out—and then you can decide whether you still want to make the call.” He stared right at me and remained in the same position.
I continued, “Let me tell you a story. An elderly lady was telling someone about Falun Gong at the roadside, when a man overheard the conversation and secretly reported her. Shortly after, a police car arrived. A police officer stepped out and said to the lady, ‘Ma’am, please come with us. Someone reported you. We don’t want to do this. We know you aren’t harming anyone, but since a report was filed, we are obliged to respond.’ The man watched as the police put the elderly lady into their car, and then he got into his own car and started to drive away. He hadn’t gone far when there was a loud crash. He had slammed into a utility pole by the roadside. The police said to the lady, ‘Ma’am, you can go now. We need to deal with him. He’s crashed into something.’
“The police went to the accident and found the man dead. They retrieved his phone and called his wife. Upon arriving at the scene, the wife asked who hit her husband. The police explained, ‘No one hit him. He crashed on his own. He had reported an elderly lady for talking about Falun Gong, and we came in response to that report. We took the lady away, and then he crashed right here.’ Upon hearing this, the man’s wife slapped her husband hard across the face twice, saying, ’I told you all along not to meddle in these things, but you wouldn’t listen. Now look. You’ve got the retribution you deserved!’”
At this point, the man holding me seemed moved by this and stopped trying to take out his phone. I said, “I’m risking my life to tell you the truth. I’m not harming you. Instead, I’m trying to save you! In case you don’t know, the Communist Party is about to collapse. One can be safe only by withdrawing from it.” I quickly added, “Is your surname Li or Zhang?” (These were the most common surnames in that area.)
“My surname is Zhang, not Li,” he said. I asked for his first name, but he would not tell me.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to give your real name. Let’s use an alias for you to quit the Party. How about ‘Shunli’ (meaning successful)?” I said. “Zhang Shunli, isn’t it great?” He agreed. I asked if he was a member of the Communist Youth League or the Chinese Communist Party.
He said, “I’m a member of the Party.” So, with Master’s strengthening, I obtained the wisdom to not only avoid disaster, but also managed to save that person!
One night, I had a vivid dream in which I told two people about Dafa, and they both agreed to quit the CCP. When I woke up, I still clearly remembered the two people’s names. The dream was so vivid, it felt like it was real. When I told this to a fellow practitioner, she said, “This was Master giving you a hint, telling you to continue to clarify the truth and save people, and that you can do it!”
I also felt that Master was enlightening me. During the Fa-rectification, Dafa disciples must clarify the truth to people, so I strengthened my resolve to clarify the truth. With Master’s encouragement and empowerment, I visited my hometown and helped two more people quit the Party.
I am so fortunate to have obtained this virtuous Dafa in this lifetime and to have been saved by Master! Words cannot express my gratitude! I am fully aware that I still have attachments that I have not yet eliminated, and I still need to improve. In this limited and precious time, I will certainly be more diligent in my cultivation, do the three things well, fulfill my vow, and live up to Master’s compassionate salvation!
