(Minghui.org) I swiftly leaped to the side house, and then to the main house. I climbed to the roof ridge, then jumped down to an adjacent abandoned warehouse... then I leaped over two single-story houses and two walls, and successfully escaped. At that time, I was over seventy years old. While climbing the houses, scaling rooftops and leaping over the ridges, I felt supported by a surge of energy. I knew Master protected me from danger.

The officers outside the yard jumped over the wall and entered the yard—it seemed they assumed I was hiding somewhere. They searched everywhere but couldn’t find me. They looked at each other—they couldn’t understand what happened. One said, “Could this old woman fly or did she disappear into the earth?”

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Fa-rectification is near its end, and every cultivator is fulfilling their prehistoric vows. I am writing this article to report my cultivation progress to Master and fellow practitioners.

1. Obtaining the Fa and Witnessing Miracles

After waiting countless ages and reincarnating lifetime after lifetime, I finally began learning the teachings of Falun Dafa on March 13, 1996—the day was filled with sunshine.

From my early working years until I retired, I experienced the Great Leap Forward in 1958 and natural disasters in 1960. I had elderly parents and young children to support, and we often went hungry. To make matters worse, my workplace assigned me to a production line, and I had to make products with old machinery. I worked 12 hours a day in two shifts. If a machine broke down, I had to wait until it was fixed, so I sometimes worked 16 hours a day. I developed high blood pressure, heart disease, anxiety, painful sinus inflammation, arthritis, and abnormal downward displacement of the stomach. I became skin and bones, and was hospitalized multiple times each year. I struggled to stay alive.

My husband asked me to walk with him on a morning in March 1996. I held onto him and slowly walked to a square. We heard pleasing music and, following the sound, we saw practitioners exercise in an orderly manner, following the instructions from the music. We stood behind them and imitated their movements. Almost instantly I felt a warm current flow through my body, and I felt unprecedented comfort, like something that had chained and shackled me for decades fell off my body. After finishing the exercises, I said to my husband, “This exercise is amazing! Let’s come tomorrow.”

The next day, we went to the square early, and a practitioner taught us the movements step by step. After learning the exercises, I was full of joy and my respect for Master Li Hongzhi was indescribable. I bought two copies of Zhuan Falun and a portrait of Master Li. Every day, whenever I had time, I studied the Fa and practiced the exercises.

One day, while I did the fifth exercise, I clearly felt a white cloud float into my body as soon as I entered a tranquil state. Then, I heard my heart beating so fast as if it were about to burst out, but there was no pain or discomfort. Then I felt the white cloud float out again. My husband said that the body is a universe and the white cloud might be Master’s law body cleansing my body in another dimension.

Another time, after finishing the first four exercises and lying down on the bed, I again felt a white cloud float into my body. I couldn’t move; I was only able to move my legs from side to side, and my fingers could grasp. Just as I was experiencing this magical moment, the white cloud floated out. I told my husband, “Master cleansed my body again. This time it cleansed my brain. Now I can walk with ease—it feels like someone is pushing me from behind.” My husband then told me about his miraculous experience, “When I read Zhuan Falun, I see little people on top of each character. Some are light green, some light red, some light blue, and some light yellow.” He exclaimed, “Amazing! Truly amazing!” My husband and I were overwhelmed with excitement and joy. We were incredibly grateful to Master and had the utmost respect for Dafa.

My husband and I went to the square every weekend to exercise with hundreds of practitioners. A loudspeaker in the front asked practitioners to get ready for the exercises. After I got ready, I looked up and saw Master’s Law Body, mightily tall, sitting cross-legged dozens of meters above the ground. I stared at Master, and he smiled and nodded at me. I was overjoyed; my nose tingled, and happy tears streamed down my face. Wiping away my tears, I looked up again, and Master nodded at me again. I called out, “Master! Master!” and he nodded at me once more.

At this moment, the loudspeaker began playing the exercise music, and we began to exercise. I closed my eyes and saw Master’s Law Body sitting in the air, watching over us. I remembered a sentence Master said: “Teacher will certainly have Law Bodies (fashen) safeguarding them quietly.” (“Seeking Discipleship with Teacher,” Essentials for Further Advancement)

Feeling Master’s great compassion, tears of excitement welled up in my eyes. In that instant, even the hair on my body hair seemed to sprout, becoming large and thick, and my body became incredibly tall. This dimension became too small for me and my head had to bend forward. As I did the exercises, my hands automatically moved with the mechanisms Master placed in me. After the exercises, Master’s Law Body quietly departed. This was my personal experience of the wonder and power of Falun Dafa.

2. The Peaceful Protest on April 25 and the Appeal after July 20

On April 11, 1999, He Zuoxiu, the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission of the CCP (Chinese Communist Party), published an article defaming Falun Gong (Falun Dafa) in a national journal published by the School of Education of Tianjin University. Practitioners went to talk to him about the practice, and more than 40 practitioners were arrested. The rest of them were told by the officials that the problem could only be solved if they went to Beijing. On April 25, Falun Gong practitioners from around the country went to the State Council’s Letters and Visits Office to appeal the arrest. Many petitioners stayed outside of the office. They waited quietly, and the police did not need to maintain order. The then Premier met with several practitioners and ordered the Tianjin Public Security Bureau to release the arrested practitioners. That evening, the practitioners left quietly, leaving behind not a single piece of litter.

The appeal on April 25 was hailed by the international community as the most peaceful and rational appeal in recent Chinese history. However, the then Chinese leader Jiang Zemin labeled this event as an “attack on Zhongnanhai (central government)” and launched a full-on persecution of Falun Gong on July 20 that year. From then on, police and officials monitored and interrogated practitioners in practice sites across the country. Some even followed them home.

Before April 25, 1999, there were dozens of practice sites in my city. In and outside of the city, the exercise music could be heard everywhere. Then came July 20, 1999. The media outlets run by the CCP, including television, radio, and other media spewed lies about Falun Gong day and night to deceive the public. The persecution was rampant, to the point that passengers were subjected to strict checks at major transportation hubs and stations.

On July 22, 1999, my husband and I went to the provincial capital to appeal. Midway through the trip, the bus was stopped by police, who ordered everyone to get off for questioning. I told my husband, “They have ill intentions, don’t get off.” Suddenly, I heard a voice, “You two relax and sit still.”

No one urged us to get off the bus. Later, I realized that Master placed a protective shield around us, protecting us from being seen. I opened the window and saw the police lay Master’s portrait on the ground, and tell passengers who wanted to board the bus to step on the portrait and curse before they could board. There were about ten people who didn’t board because they refused to.

My husband and I arrived at the provincial government building. Armed police stood guard on both sides of the entrance, preventing us from entering. My husband told the police what Falun Gong is. The police said, “Leave immediately. If you step ahead of me, you will be arrested. We are following orders.” At the highest point of the provincial government compound, three loudspeakers repeatedly broadcast the notice from Ministry of Civil Affairs notice that Falun Dafa was banned. Numerous armed police rushed over, shields in hand, driving away practitioners. Police sirens screamed, creating a terrifying atmosphere. My husband and I returned home that day.

After our failed appeal at the provincial capital, the local police and officials began to watch us closely. I told my husband, “You stay home, I’ll go to Beijing—you have more influence among practitioners than me, and the police will feel more at ease seeing you at home.” He agreed.

On October 17, 1999, several fellow practitioners and I took a train to Beijing. When we arrived at the Beijing Bureau for Letters and Appeals, the staff on duty had been replaced by police officers. They asked which province we came from, and said, “Get in the car, we’ll go to a place that can resolve this issue.” He took us to our province’s liaison office in Beijing, and our local police took us back home and put us in a detention center for two weeks.

At the liaison office, one of the staff members said, “Why did you come to Beijing, spending all the money and time just to suffer? Your Master made money selling books and went abroad to enjoy his life, leaving you all here.” I said, “My Master went abroad at the invitation of others to spread the practice and help more people cultivate. If he wanted to get rich, he doesn’t need to sell books; he just need to ask everyone to give him one yuan, and with over 100 million practitioners, he would be a multi millionaire instantly. He didn’t take any money from me; he only teaches me to cultivate my mind, and become a better person.”

3. Validating the Fa

Saving Others

On October 1, 2000, I went to Beijing to appeal again. This time, there were fourteen of us. We stayed in pairs to better support each other. When we reached the southwest corner of Tiananmen Square, we saw more than 100 officers approach the Square from the southeast corner, with electric batons in their hands.

We quickened our pace and ran to Tiananmen Square, where tens of thousands of practitioners from all over the country had already gathered. There were also armed police, plainclothes, and regular police. The square had turned into the ground for the battle between good and evil. We joined the practitioners and shouted “Falun Dafa is good, Falun Dafa is righteous, restore our cultivation environment, restore Master Li Hongzhi’s reputation!”

The police struck the practitioners with electric batons. Some practitioners’ faces became bruised and swollen and they couldn’t not see where they were going, so they were unable to escape. I struggled through the crowd to get to the police and shouted for them to stop the violence. Before I could finish speaking, one of them punched my face and my vision went blank. I felt the electric batons and fists relentlessly striking my head and back.

Just when I felt I couldn’t hold on any longer, a young practitioner grabbed my arm, and said, “Keep standing, don’t fall, or you’ll be trampled to death!” He continued to shout the slogans. The police beat us even more fiercely. I lost consciousness for a while, my spirit left my body and floated in the air. I looked down at Tiananmen Square, and saw so many people. The practitioners pushed forward like waves, and did not stop shouting the slogans. Their voices were deafening and resounding into the sky. The police sped up the arrest. The practitioners held on to each other, preventing the police from making arrests. The battle between good and evil is truly spectacular and beyond description.

The young practitioner held onto my arm the entire time while the police relentlessly beat him with batons. Seeing how much he was suffering, my spirit returned to my physical body, and I started to shout the slogans again.

The police took us to a nearby courtyard, which was already packed with petitioners, all standing upright, shouting slogans loudly. While an officer pulled me out of the car, I overheard another officer whisper to him, “Somebody is taking pictures of the courtyard.” He immediately ran out. I quickly alerted the practitioner next to me, “The police are going after the person taking pictures.” The practitioner shouted at the person taking pictures, “The police are heading your way, run!” The person taking pictures disappeared before the police could get to him.

Why are the police afraid of being photographed? Because the dark things they did could not be brought to light. They were afraid that people would know the truth.

A large bus arrived at the courtyard and was soon filled with practitioners. It took us to nearby detention centers and prisons. Each time it got to a place, there was a sign that said full. From around 11:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m., we were taken to several places but they were all full, so the bus returned to Beijing. The practitioner and I were incarcerated in Xicheng District Detention Center.

Happy to Help Others

In the detention center, practitioner Zhang, who was a resident of Beijing, told me a few stories. In Beijing there was an elderly couple, their son, daughter-in-law, and grandson—a family of five—all practiced Falun Gong. One evening, the elderly couple went out to clarify the truth and saw practitioners from out of town who came to Beijing to appeal sleeping on the sidewalks or in culverts. Saddened by what they saw, they called their son and daughter-in-law the next day to discuss selling one of their apartments to help practitioners from other provinces. The daughter-in-law volunteered to sell their new apartment, saying it was worth more money. The elderly couple took some of the money from the sale and went place to place to find the practitioners and help them with food and lodging.

Another story involved a female practitioner from another province whose husband worked in Beijing. When she came to visit him, she saw practitioners from out of town eat stale bread and drink tap water during their stay in Beijing. She went back to quit her job, and she opened up a restaurant in Beijing. During the day, she provided hot soup and bread for practitioners free of charge. In the evening, she moved the tables and benches aside to make room for the practitioners to rest. When she learned that her room was next to the conference hall where the police detained over 200 practitioners, she immediately brought them bottled water and food.

Zhang also told me that she had been detained seven times already. She’d be released after fifteen days, and another practitioner would come in to take her place so that practitioners from out of town wouldn’t be put here. The officials in the detention center distributed fake scriptures and had people pose as practitioners to undermine the Fa. The practitioners in Beijing didn’t want practitioners from other places to be deceived, so they took turns being brought in.

I was so moved after listening to these stories. That night, I had a dream in which Master descended from the sky and stood in front of me. Master asked me, “What is a Buddha?” “The guardian of the universe,” I replied. Master nodded and handed me a folded test sheet. I took it but didn’t have time to look at it before I woke up.

A few days later the police transferred me and the other practitioner back to our local detention center. I was sentenced to a year of forced labor but the forced labor camp refused to accept me because I failed the physical exam. Instead of letting me go home, the police kept me in the detention center because I refused to renounce my faith.

Adamant Belief in Falun Dafa

In the detention center I told the local practitioners the stories I heard when I was detained in Beijing. One of the practitioners was in tears and said, “The practitioners in Beijing did so well. We need to catch up after we are released.”

One day a dozen or so of us were doing the exercises and a guard reported us to the warden, who became enraged. During the coldest days of winter, when water froze instantly outside, the warden ordered us to remove our thick coats and shoes, leaving us barefoot in our underwear to stand in the yard. We stood for three hours, and none of us felt cold—the guards dumbfounded. We all realized that it was compassionate Master who bore the pain for us, and protected us.

The guards tried everything to force me to renounce Falun Gong. One day, the warden said to me, “Your son’s supervisor is investigating whether you still practice Falun Gong; if you are, your son won’t get the promotion.”

I ignored him and said practicing Falun Gong kept me healthy, and I was never sick, or went to the hospital and cause trouble for my coworkers and family. He pressed on and said that I needed to worry about my son’s career. I thought, “The CCP’s chiefs and secretaries help with the CCP’s corrupt affairs. It’s better my son doesn’t get promoted into those positions.” My heart was filled with Falun Dafa, and all of their tricks failed.

Do My Best to Help Practitioners

The selfless stories I heard in the Beijing detention center deeply moved and inspired me. I thought to myself that one day I would step up to help others selflessly without hesitation.

In January 2003, I was released from the local detention center. One evening in March, I heard that the police destroyed several large informational material production sites. Practitioners could no longer read Minghui Weekly and lost access to Minghui.

Seeing that practitioners were worried, I decided to build a material production site. I knew a young female practitioner who cultivated well and her home was located at a convenient place. I discussed the idea with her. She said that she didn’t have money because her company went bankrupt. I said that she could offer her place and I would provide the money. We bought a copy machine and other necessary supplies. We also found some materials and started copying them and supplied the materials to local practitioners. Later we bought a second copy machine. For safety reasons, we drove out of town to purchase supplies. Another practitioner and I pooled together 70,000 yuan to buy a car and found a practitioner with a driver’s license to deliver the materials.

In 2004, I designed and built a materials production site in a secluded room in my home. A practitioner taught me how to use a computer, which saved me from having to go out to borrow materials. The small production site gradually became fully equipped with all the necessary things, and I mastered various production techniques. I can now produce Dafa books, Minghui Weekly, booklets, amulets, cards, CDs, and carved jade amulets. The quality of the materials is exquisite, comparable to professional standards. Whatever practitioners needed to save people, no matter where they were, I overcame difficulties and completed quality work on time. Sometimes I worked through the night, and the next day I was still full of energy and show no signs of fatigue.

Miracles occurred in the process of making the materials. Master gave me wisdom and allowed me, an elderly woman in her seventies with only a primary school education to learn and master computer-related skills quickly. During the hot summer days, working in a stuffy, poorly ventilated room without cooling equipment, I didn’t feel stuffy at all; a gentle breeze often brushed my face. One day I planned to print 100 pages of materials, and randomly grabbed a stack of paper and put it in the copier. After printing them, I counted them, and there were exactly 100 pages. These kinds of miracles happened rather frequently. Master saw that I was overwhelmed and helped improve my work efficiency. I helped practitioners who lived far away set up material production sites and I provided them with financial support.

A practitioner’s husband was arrested for not renouncing his faith. She and her two children were afraid to stay in their home and came to me for help. I knew I had to help them. I remembered a practitioner who had two acres of farm land with several houses on it, and arranged for the practitioner and her two children to stay in one of the farm houses temporarily. Not wanting them to go outside, I prepared for them everything they needed.

A practitioner broke her leg when she and her husband were running away from the police. The couple came to our town, and a local practitioner took care of their housing and daily necessities. We helped place several young and middle-aged female practitioners from out of town in a food processing factory owned by a practitioner. Young male practitioners were placed in a flour processing factory, also run by a practitioner. We also helped several female practitioners find accommodations and jobs.

5. Solid Cultivation in the Midst of Persecution

Saving People While Destitute

One day in October 2013, a female practitioner brought a printer to my house, said a few words, and left. Three minutes later, several plainclothes burst into my house while I was putting the printer away. One of the officers walked up to me, and smugly said, “What do you have to say now?” meaning they caught me red-handed.

I smiled, raised the printer to my chest, and said, “For a better future for everyone, that is my mission.” A group of people from the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, the 610 Office, the National Security Brigade, and the local police station came into the yard, intending to arrest me. I led them all outside the yard, stood at the gate, one foot inside and the other outside, holding onto the door, saying out loud to them, the neighbors, and passersby the truth about the persecution of Falun Gong.

As I spoke, I slammed the door shut and bolted it, locking the officers outside, and said to my trembling husband, “I have to get out of here.”

I swiftly leaped to the side house, and to the main house. I climbed to the roof ridge, then jumped down to an adjacent abandoned warehouse; I climbed onto its roof, walked along the ridge, and down to the eaves; then I leaped over two single-story houses and two walls, and I successfully escaped. At that time, I was over seventy years old. While climbing the houses, scaling rooftops and leaping over the ridges, I felt supported by a surge of energy. I knew Master protected me from danger.

The officers outside the yard jumped over the wall and entered the yard, and assumed I was hiding somewhere. They searched everywhere but couldn’t find me. They looked at each other, had a hard time figuring out what happened, and one said, “Did this old woman fly or did she disappear into the earth?”

After leaving home, I stayed for two days with a practitioner. Because the police searched for me and issued an arrest warrant on various websites, I had to leave the practitioner’s home and go out of town.

A practitioner found work for me at a secure materials production site that was located underground. There were seven color printer assembled from usable parts salvaged from broken machines, and three old laptops. This practitioner was very skilled. It was October, and time to make Minghui calendars for the coming year. Every day, I studied the Fa, did the exercises, made the calendars, printed informational materials, and exchanged ideas with the practitioner.

The color printers worked slowly but the printouts were clear and vibrant. Each day, I turned on the first printer and got it started, and went on to the next one and did the same. By the time I set up the printing for the seventh printer, the first printer finished printing. I then started from the first one all over again. When all the printouts were ready, the practitioner called other practitioners over to assemble the printouts into calendars and distribute them.

By December we stopped producing calendars. The practitioners, knowing that I missed home, found me a two-story house back home built by a practitioner. After I moved back, I found the house was large enough to make banners. There were eight templates of banners; the longer ones were about 1.6 meters long and 30 centimeters wide; the shorter ones were about 1.2 meters long. A practitioner purchased the fabric and printed the banners. The finished banners were hung on trees and utility poles. We also added other printers, computers, and jade amulet engraving machines to produce and supply local practitioners with other types of truth-clarifying items.

Suing Jiang Zemin

In 2015, the practitioners began to file lawsuits against former CCP leader Jiang Zemin for abusing his power and launching the persecution of Falun Gong in China. Jiang ordered to eliminate Falun Gong in three months by, “Defame the practitioners politically, destroy them economically, and eliminate them physically.” The unspoken rules to treat the imprisoned practitioners was: “Deaths will be considered suicides, and bodies will be cremated directly without investigation.”

Many practitioners died, were injured or disabled; imprisoned and sent to labor camps; arrested and detained for prolonged periods. Even more were forced to flee their homes and lost their jobs; their families were torn apart. What is worse it that unknown number of practitioners have had their organs stolen for transplant and they died in the process.

Because I was destitute and wanted at the time, I asked another practitioner to deliver my complaint letters. All six of my complaints failed to reach the Supreme People’s Court and the Supreme People’s Procuratorate—some were lost by the post office, others were lost at the airport. After searching within and studying the Fa, I realized that I had to fulfill my responsibility myself; it wasn’t my cultivation if I had others work for me. I printed another copy and personally delivered it to the nearest post office. A few hours later, I checked my computer and saw it arrived at a local distribution center. A few hours later, I checked again and it arrived at another location. It arrived in Beijing at 4 p.m. the next day. Around 5 p.m., a postman surnamed Li delivered it to the Supreme People’s Procuratorate. I felt relieved.

Quite a few practitioners also failed to deliver their complaint letters after several attempts. I later learned that we could also email them the letter instead of physically delivering it. Another practitioner and I consulted a young practitioner on how to do so. We then helped practitioners around us write and type their letters and emailed them out. This method is much safer than going to the post offices. In the end, every local practitioner sued Jiang and the local authorities who arbitrarily raided and detained them with real names, home addresses, and phone numbers at the Supreme People’s Procuratorate and the Supreme People’s Court.

I also sent a letter of complaint to the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. The content is as follows:

“I began practicing Falun Gong to heal illness, and indeed gained good health. I strive to be a good person by following the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance; I prioritize others and reflect on my own actions when conflicts arise. As a result, I save medical expenses, have a happy family and get along with my neighbors. Unfortunately Jiang Zemin is determined to eradicate such a wonderful practice.

“After the persecution of Falun Gong started, I upheld my faith, undaunted by violence, and exposed the persecution to my acquaintances. I hoped that they could differentiate between right and wrong, and treat Falun Gong practitioners with kindness, so that they will be blessed and have a bright future. All my words and actions are within the scope of Articles 35 and 36 of the Constitution, which stipulate freedom of speech, publication, and belief. They do not violate any law and are well-intended.

“Because Jiang launched the persecution, in my old age, I am destitute and suffered unspeakable pain. My 80-year-old husband has repeatedly seen terrifying scenes and lived in fear for years. He gradually became demented, and lost control of his bowel movements, which deeply worries me.

“I request the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection pay attention to my case, and in accordance with the Constitution, overturn the wrongful conviction and arrest warrant against me, allowing me to return home to reunite with my family and care for my husband. I request the Commission to redress the practice, restore the innocence of Falun Dafa and Master Li Hongzhi, restore freedom of belief, and bring Jiang Zemin to justice.”

The Central Commission for Discipline Inspection sent my letter to the local district commission. A commissioner told my two children that if they didn’t bring me home, they would lose their jobs.

With an attachment to family, I went home for the sake of my children. The authorities put me in Xinxiang Prison. I refused to listen to their brainwashing talks, and they began to verbally abuse and defame me. They denied my family visits three times.

5. Safeguard Dafa

Not An Everyday Person

When the persecution took place in July 1999, over 100 million practitioners were in disbelief. I appealed at the provincial capital and in Beijing with a strong attachment to fighting. Sixteen years later in 2015, I filed a lawsuit against Jiang, questioning why he gave such cruel orders to eliminate practitioners and bankrupt them. I harbored a strong sense of hatred.

In the twenty-six years of effort to end the persecution while persisting in doing the three things well, I have understood that what is keeping me going is firm faith, the Fa, righteous thoughts, and the reason and wisdom from the Fa. I should eliminate my human notions so that my cultivated self can eliminate the old forces, evil beings and corrupt matters and factors in the universe with righteous thoughts.

Form One Body to Eliminate Evil

This great battle between good and evil has reached a final stage and the evil is now targeting Master in the United States. However, we are no longer who we were 26 years ago at the beginning of the persecution; we no longer harbor hatred in our hearts and want to struggle like communists in revolution. Instead, we maintain compassion and righteous thoughts and remember we are Dafa cultivators.

Recalling the beginning of the persecution on July 20th, practitioners outside of China talked to foreign politicians and leaders, and peacefully protested in front of Chinese Embassies. Their unwavering spirit over the years, no matter the weather, their dedication to safeguard Dafa, and their efforts to alleviate the pressure of persecution on practitioners in China are truly remarkable.

In this battle between good and evil outside of China, practitioners in China have an even greater responsibility to send righteous thoughts with all our strength because the root of this persecution lies in Beijing. Evil is constantly channeling dark energy from Beijing to the United States. Therefore, it is not enough for us to simply overcome our human attachments and do well; we must also form one body with other practitioners.

There are three to five practitioners that attend our Fa-study group. Before studying the Fa, we first send forth righteous thoughts. We send righteous thoughts four times a day, focusing our thoughts on the lawsuits filed overseas. We add an extra hour each day just to send righteous thoughts. Eliminating evil is saving people. CCP agents maliciously attacking Dafa manifests as a fierce battle between righteousness and evil in other dimensions.

After reading Master’s article “The Ordeals Our Spiritual Discipline Faces,” I wondered why Master, who is omnipotent, has to face such immense pressure. Master is suffering for us, and all sentient beings in the universe. The grace Master has given us is boundless. Master has taught us Dafa, and allows us to purify ourselves and elevate by assimilating to the Fa. How can we repay Master?

We must completely let go of human attachments, remove all human notions, and relinquish the attachment to comfort, so we can devote more time and energy to win the battles in Fa-rectification and validate the Fa. We will prove ourselves to be particles of the Fa and become the guardians for the positive elements in the universe.

The time left is limited, yet we will continue to do the three things well. We will seize the time to clarify the truth to our families, coworkers, friends and passersby. We will study the Fa diligently and walk the path Master arranged for us, and return home with him.

(Selected Submissions to the 22nd China Fa Conference on Minghui.org)