(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa (Falun Gong) before the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began the persecution in July 1999. Over the past 20 plus years, I’ve cultivated steadily with Master’s protection and guidance. I’m so grateful for Dafa and Master’s compassionate salvation.
I’d like to tell you about some of my cultivation experiences and hope it serves as a progress report to Master and a sharing with fellow practitioners. Please kindly point out anything that is not aligned with the Fa (teachings).
Enduring Painful Illnesses
I was a sickly child and often took medicines and injections. When I was in lower elementary school, I developed a skin disease that troubled me for decades. Itchy blisters first appeared on my hands and feet. They opened and bled, and then the skin peeled off layer by layer. It was very painful. I tried various treatments but nothing helped.
I was also severely constipated. My legs were numb and my entire body shook from fatigue and pain when I tried to have a bowel movement. It was so bad that I sometimes wished I could die, saying to myself, “Just let me die please. I can’t take this anymore.” My mother couldn’t bear watching me suffer. She tried to remove the stool with her fingers, but ended up causing my skin to bleed and excruciating pain. One Chinese New Year’s Eve, my family gathered to celebrate, but I suffered alone in the bathroom.
During my first year in college, I began to have stomach issues that became worse and worse. Just a few bites of food made me feel bloated and triggered overproduction of stomach acids. I tried different treatments, but nothing worked. To distract me from the pain and discomfort, my mother carried me on her back and took me on long walks. Seeing how much time and energy my parents spent caring for me, my relatives nicknamed me “Little Excess.”
Shortly after I graduated and began teaching I passed out one morning in the office. My co-workers panicked and called my parents. My mother came and took me to the hospital.
They Were Kind and Respectable
Two of my co-workers stood out and made a huge impression on me with their upright conduct and work ethic. Before each major holiday, our school bought truck loads of seasonal produce or meats to distribute among the employees. Everyone fought to get the bigger and better bundles. If they didn’t get what they wanted, they were upset and complained. Some even became so worked up they had heated arguments with each other.
But these two co-workers did not compete or argue. They would say, “That’s too much for my family. I’m fine with the smaller one.” Or they’d just patiently wait until everyone got their pick, then they’d take what was left. I admired them for their great character, which was so different from others. They were kind and respectable.
They told me they practiced Falun Dafa. I got to know them better and learned that both of them used to suffer from poor health. One had a liver tumor and the other suffered from multiple illnesses, but both regained their health through cultivation. I envied them because they were healthy and energetic.
Aside from being in good health, these two co-workers’ performance at work was even more impressive. Other teachers routinely scolded, criticized, and ridiculed their students. Some even used insults, shaming, and corporal punishment to discipline the students. I also kept a straight face in front of my students, but found it wasn’t effective when it came to classroom management.
The two practitioner co-workers however, were always smiling. They neither criticized or ridiculed their students, yet their students were always well behaved and got good grades. The children liked and respected these teachers, and the parents trusted them. Our principal praised them. I thought, “Wow! Falun Dafa is incredible. Would I be able to produce top students without yelling or hitting?” I was curious about the practice and wanted to give it a try.
With my co-workers’ help, I started practicing Falun Dafa.
Master Gave Me a New Stomach
The first time I opened the book Zhuan Falun, I was completely captivated and read it from cover to cover. As I continued to study the Fa, I learned where human beings came from and where we’re heading. I understood the true purpose of life is to return to one’s true self and to go back to one’s home in Heaven. I started to put into practice Dafa’s principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance in my daily life and held myself to high standards. Whenever conflicts arose, I looked inward to examine myself and improve. As my character slowly improved, my body went through a great transformation.
One time, after having lunch at the school cafeteria, many of my co-workers had symptoms of food poisoning. They threw up or had diarrhea, or both, and some even had a fever. When the others asked about it the next day, I had no idea as I was completely fine. I ate at the cafeteria just like everyone else. In fact, I might have even had a bigger lunch that day. If this happened before I began practicing Dafa, I would be the first one to get sick. I knew Master gave me a new stomach.
Besides my stomach problem, my chronic constipation and stubborn skin problem disappeared. I would never have dreamed in a million years that my skin could look so healthy and delicate. I was 26 years old but was often mistaken as a middle school student. My transformation was a testimony to Dafa’s extraordinary power, and was witnessed by my friends and family, and everyone around me.
“I Am Cultivating a Righteous Fa—No One Can Interfere”
I faced a major test as soon as I started practicing. My parents were Buddhists but practiced a type of qigong. They vehemently opposed my taking up Falun Dafa. They tried to convince me to give up, and said there shouldn’t be two practices within the same family. When I refused they became aggressive, and even threatened to end their own lives if I didn’t stop practicing Falun Dafa.
They kicked my door and shouted angrily in the hallway when I studied the Fa or did the exercises. As if she was possessed by a demon, my gentle and loving mother took on an entirely different look. Her face turned red and her eyes bulged. She threw and smashed household items, and threatened to rip apart my Dafa books. When I remained unmoved she ground her teeth and rumbled ominously, “You want to practice? Over my dead body!”
I knew it was demonic interference from other dimensions to keep me from cultivating—a test to see if I could remain resolute. At first, I endured with tears whenever my mother had a fit. Then I realized, “I shouldn’t be so passive. I am cultivating a righteous Fa—no one can interfere.” I needed to make it clear to my parents that I am serious and determined to cultivate in Dafa. Nothing could change my mind.
The next time my parents tried to pressure me into giving up my faith, I told them, “You both know what my health was like before. After I began practicing Falun Dafa all my illnesses disappeared. You’ve witnessed it. What’s so wrong about practicing Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and being a good person?
“The Buddhist monks during Shakyamuni’s time gave up all worldly desires, fame and self-interest. They even gave up family life and cultivated in the mountains and forests. I am a Dafa practitioner. I can give it all up as well. Your opposition is not going to change my mind. I am going to practice Falun Dafa no matter what. If I can’t practice here, I’ll leave. I don’t care if I’m homeless. I can give up anything but I’ll never stop practicing Falun Dafa.”
Seeing how determined I was, my parents eventually let up and no longer interfered with me. They even reminded me to be careful and be safe after the persecution started. In turn, my family has benefited tremendously from my practicing.
My Son
Through studying the Fa, I came to understand that as Dafa practitioners, our families, friends, co-workers, and everybody around us are sentient beings that need to be saved. They each play a different role in our lives due to their unique predestined relationships with us. Our children are little practitioners that Master arranged to be in our lives and obtain the Fa through us.
My son never liked it when others gossiped around him, even as a baby. As soon as people started complaining or talking about others behind their backs, he became noticeably irritated. When people were just visiting or having a normal conversation, he was content and played quietly by himself. It seemed that his knowing side was avoiding being contaminated by the negative thoughts and ideas of the human world. It was also his way of reminding us not to gossip.
When he barely started talking, he often asked, “Mommy. Dafa book. Read!” This simple request often brought me to tears and reminded me of my special responsibility in teaching and guiding him. I must not let him down, as he came to me because of a sacred predestined relationship. This was also him telling me to study the Fa diligently, not to seek comfort and slack off.
Now that he’s older, my son and I make a great team distributing truth-clarification fliers. When we met people in the past, I would observe them and decide whether they looked like nice people—in which case, I would talk to them about Dafa and offer them fliers. My son, however, doesn’t discriminate against anyone. With no fear, he distributed Dafa fliers in an upright and dignified manner.
When I handed a flier to a man, he didn’t want to take it. But when my son offered him the same flier respectfully with both hands, I could tell he was touched. The man took the flier and carefully put it away. My son also gave out many fliers to children his age. He was like a mirror in which I saw my attachment to fear, my discriminatory biases, and my selfish attempts to protect myself and my reputation. I knew these things didn’t represent my true self and I needed to get rid of them. Each day, I strive to cultivate diligently with this little practitioner.
Resolving Resentment Toward My Husband
My husband travels extensively for work so he’s seldom home. When my son was little, I usually took take care of the child and the home by myself. Although my family helped, it was still a lot for me. I resented him and often held trivial things against him. I felt he owed me and I wanted to control him.
Through studying the Fa and looking inward, I found many of my attachments, including my excessive sentimentality toward my husband. This is not how a cultivator should behave. I demanded that others treat me a certain way but the minute I had to do a little more for them I complained. I was bitter and jealous. Isn’t this selfishness? Isn’t it the total opposite of the universe’s principle of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance?
I am a Dafa practitioner. I should not seek petty gains in this human world. Why am I holding on to these impure thoughts? I am grateful to Master for arranging these opportunities and helping me find my attachments. I needed to work on relinquishing them so I can improve myself and become a true Falun Dafa cultivator.
Looking back on my cultivation journey over the past 20 plus years, I wouldn’t have progressed without Master compassionately watching over and guiding me. As Fa-rectification is about to end, at this crucial time for saving sentient beings, as a practitioner I cannot selfishly hide at home and enjoy the benefits I gained from Dafa. I have to cultivate myself even more diligently and do my best to clarify the truth and help Master save sentient beings. I hope to help more people see through the CCP’s lies and choose a bright future for themselves.
Thank you Master.
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