(Minghui.org) I am a veteran Dafa practitioner. Before I began practicing, I had suffered from various ailments, but within days after obtaining the Fa, my illnesses vanished completely. I have had many miraculous experiences throughout my cultivation journey. I would like to share a few to express my gratitude to Master for his compassionate salvation.
Granddaughter Chants “Dafa Is Good” and Receives Blessings
My eldest daughter and her child paid us a visit, and one evening, just as we were about to have dinner, the child suddenly turned pale and started vomiting. I immediately put her on my motorcycle and headed for the small village pharmacy, located about two and a half kilometers (1.5 miles) away. On the way, I told her to chant the phrases “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” By the time we arrived at the pharmacy, she had already recovered.
One hot summer day when I bought an ice cream for my granddaughter, we were on our way home when a motorcyclist sped straight toward us. I later learned he was drunk. I quickly steered toward the edge of the road on my side, but he still crashed into us head-on. The impact spun my motorcycle 180 degrees, crushing the front wheel, and the central frame completely flattened. Both brake levers snapped off right next to where my little fingers rested, yet my hands were unharmed. The front fairing was shattered. My granddaughter, who was only six years old, had been standing on the floorboard, enjoying her ice cream. In the sudden chaos, the child somehow ended up seated behind me, arms wrapped around my neck, completely unhurt. I managed to stay upright on the bike without falling. The man’s motorcycle was severely damaged. The front and rear wheels had come off, and both the fairing and handlebars were broken away. He was thrown, and tumbled along the ground. I helped him up, and although he was uninjured, he yelled at me. I said, “It is because I practice Dafa today that I am letting you off.” His companion intervened, saying, “You bumped into her. How can you yell at her?” and dragged him away.
A few people witnessed the accident. One of them knew I practiced Dafa, and shouted, “Falun Dafa is good.” It was our compassionate Master who protected us.
My Husband Protected Dafa Books and Received Blessings
I come from the countryside. My husband used to have a bad temper. In 1999, when the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began persecuting Dafa, he feared being implicated and beat me for three days, demanding that I gave up my practice. I remained steadfast and refused. In the evening of the third day, he had a dream of Master sitting on a large lotus pedestal, holding one hand upright, with a compassionate and serene expression. The next morning he told me about it and said, “I support you and will help you spread the Fa. This is a genuine cultivation practice.”
In 2001, officials from the township and village frequently came to harass me, ransacking my home for Dafa books. I was detained, and the perpetrators constantly intimidated my husband. Despite the pressure, he managed to safeguard the Dafa books, and as a result received blessings.
My husband collapsed one day and lost consciousness. In desperation I shouted, “Master, please save him!” Miraculously, he woke up the second time I called his name. We immediately called an ambulance and rushed him to the hospital, where he again lost consciousness. After a CT scan, the doctors said that even if he were resuscitated, he would remain in a vegetative state. His skull was fractured and his brain had filled with blood.
During surgery, the doctors said they removed only two small blood clots, while the rest of the blood had already dispersed throughout his brain. They warned us to to prepare for his passing. Ten days later, just as the doctors were processing his papers, he woke up and declared that he had killed someone in a previous life, and that soul wouldn’t forgive him. He also said that his ancestors had done bad deeds. However, Master had pulled him away from the chains of hell. When the doctors said, “We saved you,” my husband replied, “No, it was Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa who saved me.”
My husband was discharged just one month after the craniotomy surgery. Back home, he took no medication and felt no pain. He could even do light chores and read books with me. His life was extended by Dafa for another 12 years, and he then passed away peacefully.
Master Saved My Grandson
One day while playing, my two-year-old grandson burst into tears and turned pale. We rushed him to the local hospital, where he was diagnosed with a twisted intestine, and had to be transferred to a major city hospital three hours away in a taxi.
I held the child tightly and kept repeating, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” pleading with Master to save him. He was pale and his eyes remained closed. When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor discovered a large, bulging lump in his lower abdomen. He was in a critical condition and needed immediate surgery. Yet, at that crucial moment, he suddenly opened her eyes and called out to me, “Grandma.” I knew that our compassionate Master had saved him.
Master Saved Me
I took a job husking corn at a household a few miles away in the autumn of 2021. Concealed in the tall, dense grass at the edge of the cornfield was a wire fence. Without noticing it, I stepped directly onto the wire. I was thrown a long distance, and landed hard on the concrete road.
I felt dazed and was unable to lift my head. I called out in my heart in that moment, “Master, save me!” I immediately regained clarity and could sit up. The family was terrified and insisted on rushing me to the hospital. I told them, “I practice Dafa, and I won’t hold you responsible.” I even took the opportunity to clarify the facts to their son and helped him quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. Although my trousers were torn, my knees were fine. The upper denture plate in my mouth had snapped in two and a front tooth had fallen out, yet my lips and face remained uninjured. But I could not move my hands or wrists.
I went home and persisted in studying the Fa, doing the exercises, and sending forth righteous thoughts. I constantly repeated, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” One evening after two weeks, I was able to move my hands and wrists, and I fully recovered after one month. Our compassionate Master protected me.
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