(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. I weathered many storms but was able to walk my cultivation path under Master’s protection. I’d like to tell you about some of my amazing experiences.
After my husband and I started practicing we felt Falun Dafa was so wonderful that we wanted to share it with everyone. We went out every day and told people about Falun Dafa. I invited another practitioner to go with me to a village a few miles away by bike to introduce Falun Dafa. It was very windy that day. She said, “The wind is so strong, and the road is uphill.” I replied, “It’s fine. Master is protecting us.”
Amazingly, as I rode my bicycle uphill into the headwind, it felt as though I were going downhill with a tailwind—it felt as if someone was pushing me forward. When I looked back I saw the practitioner struggling to push her bicycle uphill.
I didn’t understand why she struggled, but I easily reached our destination. I later read what Master said, “...good or bad comes from a person’s initial thought, and the thought at that moment can bring about different consequences.” (Lecture Four in Zhuan Falun) I then realized that this contrast reflected the Fa principle at this level.
My Husband Recovered
On July 20, 1999, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began its campaign to defame, suppress, and persecute Falun Dafa and practitioners. My family was repeatedly harassed by the police and local government officials, sometimes several times a day. We explained how wonderful Falun Dafa is and how we benefited physically and mentally, but they wouldn’t listen. So, we decided to go to Beijing to appeal for justice for Master and Dafa.
Before we could reach Beijing, we were stopped and taken at the county detention center, where many practitioners were also being held illegally. The CCP officials played slanderous propaganda against Dafa over loudspeakers and forced us to listen. We loudly recited the Fa and the articles from Essentials for Further Advancement. The guards refused to give us food. We were eventually each given one slice of cornbread with rat droppings and a bowl of watery soup each day. After two weeks, my husband was reduced to skin and bone.
The police transferred my husband to a detention center and placed him in the same cell as death-row inmates. The guards incited the inmates to beat, insult, and kick him. They used their shoes which had iron soles to kick his head, and his ribs were injured from being kicked.
When he was released a month later my husband was emaciated and frail. The other villagers were shocked when they saw him, wondering how he could deteriorate so much in just over a month. They thought he wouldn’t be able to do any work in the future, and worried about how we’d support our young children.
My husband refused to accept the situation and was determined to let people know how extraordinary Falun Dafa is. Despite his condition we decided to start an oil-pressing business, and he carried iron plates which weighed more than ten pounds, yet he never felt tired.
A little over a month later, his weight increased by more than 15 kilograms [about 33 lb]—an average of half kilogram per day, and he fully recovered. His experience once again validated the miraculous and extraordinary nature of Dafa.
Our Family Is Blessed
When we first began practicing, my son was six years old, and my daughter was nine. Our home served as a practice site, and many people came to read the Fa and do the exercises. The children followed along and practiced too. My son was in preschool at the time. Every day after school, the first thing he did was turn on the player to listen to Master’s teachings.
During recess an older child accidentally toppled a heavy stone that was holding down a basketball pole, and the pole fell on my son. The teacher immediately took him to the hospital. When we arrived everyone in the ward said, “Your son is amazing. He said he’s fine and insisted he wouldn’t need an IV because he practices Falun Dafa.”
I took the opportunity to tell them how wonderful Falun Dafa is, how it teaches people to be good, and how Master protects practitioners. Under Master’s protection, my son was discharged the next day, completely fine.
Another incident happened to my daughter. She was attending school in a neighboring village, and as she walked home one day, she had a needle-like object in her mouth. When she tripped on a stone the object lodged in her throat, piercing it. She couldn’t swallow or cough it up. Her classmates took her to a nearby clinic, but the doctor wasn’t there, so they brought her home. When I found out what happened, I contacted the village doctor, but he wasn’t available either.
I was very worried and quickly took her to the township clinic. On the way, I reminded myself that I’m a cultivator, and the whole family benefits when one person practices. I reminded myself that my daughter knew Falun Dafa is good and with Master’s protection, she would be fine. I asked her to recite, “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good, Falun Dafa is good,” while silently asking Master to help her.
Less than a minute later my daughter happily exclaimed, “Mom, we don’t need to go to the clinic. The needle came out!” I asked how it came out, she said, “I swallowed some saliva, and it came up on its own.”
Removing the CCP’s Slander
The wall of the village committee building was covered with cartoons which slandered Falun Dafa. Since it was next to the road many people saw it. I thought, “We can’t let this poison people. We must remove them.” After I discussed the situation with the other practitioners, we decided to paint over them. We bought white paint and brushes, and that night, under the bright moonlight, we quickly painted over the cartoons.
On the way home, I noticed that because we hadn’t handled the tools properly, the white paint dripped along the path almost to my home—a human thought surfaced: “If they follow the trail of paint, they’ll find my house.” But then I reminded myself, “What we are doing is the most righteous thing—we are protecting people from harm. We have Master’s protection, so everything will be fine.”
The next morning, when I opened the door, I was astonished to see that a thick layer of snow had fallen overnight—even though it was March! The snow completely covered the trail of white paint. It was truly miraculous! I realized that Master once again protected us.
Many miraculous things happened throughout my cultivation. I’m sincerely grateful to Master and Falun Dafa!
Due to my limited understanding, if anything I’ve said is not aligned with the Fa, please point it out.
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