(Minghui.org) I’m 71 years old, and I feel fortunate to have started practicing Falun Dafa in 1998. I understand that I came to this world to gain the Fa, cultivate myself, fulfill my vows, and assist Master in rectifying the Fa. Because I wasn’t diligent and failed to eliminate my competitive and resentful mindset, I was persecuted by the old forces and almost died. Master saved me and gave me a second life. I’d like to share my experiences of overcoming a serious illness tribulation.
In 1999, former Party leader Jiang Zemin ordered the persecution of Falun Dafa, and the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began spreading lies to slander Dafa and deceive the public. Since then, I began clarifying the truth to people, and I was arrested multiple times. My home was ransacked, and I was detained.
Under the CCP’s overwhelming suppression, my family was greatly affected and became opposed to my practicing. Unfortunately, I didn’t look inward to improve myself and failed to consider my husband’s feelings. Instead of treating him with compassion, I resented him, thinking he stood on the side of evil and interfered with my studying the Fa and saving people. This wrong mindset gave the old forces an excuse to persecute me.
I started having diarrhea in March 2024. My first thought was I was eliminating karma. I didn’t take it seriously and didn’t look inward. A few days later, it became worse—my legs swelled, and I couldn’t walk. My daughter asked if I might have been poisoned by something I ate. I thought: “How could a practitioner be poisoned? That’s impossible—I need to deny it!” But the symptoms didn’t go away. I didn’t identify and let go of my attachments.
When I started to examine myself, I found the root of my tribulation. My husband was hospitalized twice in January and February of 2024, and I stayed at the hospital to care for him. I asked him to sincerely recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and that Master would protect and save him. Not only did he refuse, he said disrespectful things about Master and Dafa. I was very disappointed and thought he was beyond salvation.
I didn’t look inward to see what I had done wrong that made him not support—and even oppose—my cultivation. This invited more intense persecution from the old forces. I began to cough and couldn’t lie down to sleep—I could only sit up. This lasted about a week. My blood pressure rose, my heart rate accelerated, and I had difficulty breathing. My daughter rushed me to the hospital. I was diagnosed with heart failure and cardiogenic shock and was immediately admitted to the ICU. The doctors worked to save me and tubes were inserted all over my body.
Due to breathing difficulty, the doctors wanted to cut open my trachea, but I mumbled that they not do it. The doctor was puzzled: usually, two anesthesia shots would knock someone out, but I didn’t go down even after four. “She must have a strong will—does she have a belief?” he asked. He didn’t perform a tracheotomy. All I could do was to stare at the ceiling and mutter: “Falun Dafa is good, Falun Dafa is good, Falun Dafa is good. Master, please save me.”
On the fifth day, I again struggled to breathe. The doctor said, “She probably won’t make it through the night.” A few nurses remarked, “She’s such a kind lady with long, beautiful black hair—let’s wash it for her.” I said, “Thank you!” After washing my hair, as they turned to leave, they quietly said, “Go to the heavenly world.”
When they came on shift in the morning and saw I was still alive, they were amazed. I told them, “I practice Falun Dafa, and Master is watching over me. Please remember that ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!’ Falun Dafa is righteous—don’t believe the CCP’s lies.”
One day, I noticed a monitor above my hospital bed. As I looked more closely, it suddenly emitted a soft pink light that felt very comforting. The light came closer and became clearer—I saw over a dozen little fairies, very beautiful, waving and beckoning to me. I was overjoyed. After a while, they disappeared. I overheard the nurses saying, “She smiled. It looks like she’s waking up.”
On the eighth day, I woke up. I stayed in the ICU for eleven days before I was moved to the critical care unit. I had a vision in a dream in which I saw myself in a dark, dirty place. There were many people there, all dirty and downcast, and I was among them. Suddenly, a beautiful crane descended from above. Many people tried to climb onto the crane to escape, and I helped push them up. The crane filled with people and left, but many remained, weeping and pounding their chests in despair. The crane flew down again, filled up, and left once more. The third time it descended, everyone tried to get on—it was the last chance. I helped them all board the crane. Just then, it said it was full and rose up.
In that dark space, my mind was empty—everything was gone. Suddenly, a golden lotus appeared before my eyes, radiating light. A voice then pierced through my body: “Life begins anew!” Boundless is Master’s grace. He has endured so much for me—words cannot express it.
I looked up at the starry sky and bowed in gratitude to Master, tears streaming down my face. When I woke up, my daughter was holding my hand. I told her, “Master gave me a new life!” We both cried tears of joy. My daughter said, “Mom, live well, and cultivate well.” She has always supported my practice and sincerely recites, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and has received many blessings.
I am deeply grateful for Master’s compassionate salvation and for Falun Dafa giving me a second life.
After I returned home from the hospital, my daughter took time off from work to care for me. Sometimes, she took me to the park to get some fresh air and practice a set of physical therapy exercises as part of my recovery. In my heart, I wanted to talk to other practitioners, but I was afraid they might look down on me or laugh at me—how could I have such a big loophole after practicing for so many years? I was afraid of negatively effecting them and afraid of tarnishing Falun Dafa’s image. I was fearful of many things. I thought I would study the Fa and recover at home for a while.
But I still wanted to get back on track in cultivation as soon as possible, so I reached out to some practitioners. Peng pointed out the key problem: truly believing in Master and the Fa is essential. Whatever Master says, we should just do it. Studying the Fa and putting the principles into practice is a matter of enlightenment—if you understand but can’t act accordingly, it amounts to nothing. What she said was absolutely correct.
Over the years, I did the exercises without truly cultivating myself—how could that bring any real change? What does cultivation really mean? Cultivation is a serious matter. It means measuring myself against the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance, purifying my heart, eliminating my karma, and returning to my original, true self—that is the purpose of cultivation.
I didn’t realize until I looked inward just how many attachments I still held onto: jealousy, competitiveness, resentment, lust, fear of criticism, a desire for comfort, and fear of hardship. The painful lesson was a wake-up call. The only way forward is to study the Fa with a calm, tranquil mind, cultivate diligently, keep up with the progress of Master’s Fa-rectification, assist him in saving sentient beings, and fulfill my mission to return to my true home.
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