(Minghui.org) I am 71 years old and I’ve practiced Falun Dafa for nearly 30 years. I’d like to tell you about some of my cultivation experiences.
I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. All my illnesses miraculously disappeared overnight.
I used to suffer from long-term myocardial ischemia caused by precordial pain, which manifested as stomach bloating and stomach pain. This plagued me for years and I wasn’t able to eat or sleep well. I was so thin that I looked like a bag of bones. I have three children—two daughters and a son—who are one year apart in age. At that time, all of them were in the elementary school.
A Falun Dafa practitioner suggested I try practicing Falun Dafa. While I watched the recordings of Master’s lectures, I had drastic reactions in my body which caused extreme discomfort. A practitioner said that Master was eliminating my karma. After I came home that night, I slept soundly and didn’t wake up until the next morning. I never had such a good sleep. When I woke up, it was about time to do the exercises.
I was very excited and told whomever I ran into about Dafa’s amazing effects in resolving illnesses and keeping fit. I regained a healthy body, and my soul was purified. I began to walk the path of cultivation, returning to my true self.
Letting People Know about Dafa
Through Fa-study, I came to understand that as a practitioner I need to cultivate well, help Master save sentient beings, and fulfill my vows. I realized that we needed to seize the time. So I arranged my schedule tightly, dividing it into two parts. One part was for things that need to be done during the day, and the other part was for things that need to be done at night. During the daytime, a few of us exposed the persecution that was happening locally. At night, I went out by myself to let people know about Dafa and the persecution.
I got a ride from a practitioner almost every day to collect local information on the persecution. I helped expose it on the Internet, and provided informational materials to practitioners that they distributed to local residents. We coordinated very well. The materials provided by practitioners on the Minghui website greatly shocked local officials and helped more people become aware of the persecution.
At night, I used chalk to write messages about Dafa in public places, hung up banners, and posted sticky notes. I wrote: “Falun Dafa is wonderful! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is wonderful!” on concrete walls throughout the city and surrounding rural areas. For a period of time, people were sent to track down who wrote them, but since they found them everywhere, they eventually gave up.
I paid attention to safety when I clarified the facts to people. I would head to the southeast one day, northwest another, go to the city, then to the suburbs, and made it impossible for the police to monitor every place. Empowered by Master, I remained safe and sound. I’ve done this for nearly 20 years, and my cultivation state has been great.
Dissolving the Persecution
I was arrested at home in 2008 and illegally detained at the township detention center. Prior to that, we had memorized and recited the Fa at the Fa-study group. Even though I didn’t fully memorize everything, I had deep understandings of the Fa. I always had Dafa to guide me, which helped dissolve the persecution in the detention center. When I sent forth righteous thoughts, I asked Master to strengthen my supernatural capabilities. I had this thought in mind: “I can get out of here for sure!”
On day four of my detention, two plainclothes police officers interrogated me. I remained quiet throughout the process, refusing to answer any questions during three consecutive days of interrogation. Finally they told me that they would not interrogate me anymore.
When a detention center guard called my name to announce that I was released, I was very calm. I had one thought in mind: “A practitioner’s home is everywhere. If I’m released today, I won’t be overjoyed. If I’m not released, I won’t be afraid.” I just follow Master’s words and don’t develop attachments to joy or fear.
A police officer told me to sign a release form, but I refused. And just like that, I walked out of the dark den, with honor, and was taken home by my family.
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