(Minghui.org) Greetings, Master! Greetings, fellow practitioners!
I’m a little Dafa disciple. My older brother and I are honored to have this opportunity to share our experiences and reflections. I began listening to the Fa when I was still in my mother’s womb. When I was an infant, my father read the Fa to me every day.
Once after finishing reading Hong Yin, my father opened the book to show me the pages. I suddenly froze, my eyes wide with astonishment. Then with my mouth agape, I began to laugh and shout, flailing my arms and legs, as if I were beholding some magnificent, wondrous scene. I had never been so excited before. No other storybook had ever excited me as such.
I only learned about this because, on one occasion, when my father mentioned something that my older brother had seen when he was little, I began lamenting that I hadn’t see anything myself, which prompted my father to share this story with me.
Master taught us,
““Seeing is believing; no seeing, no believing.” This is the view of an inferior person. Humans are lost in illusion and have generated a lot of karma. How could they see, with their original nature obscured? Enlightening comes before seeing. Cultivate your mind and eliminate your karma. Once your original nature comes forth you will be able to see.” (“Why One Cannot See,” Essentials for Further Advancement)
I have come to realize that regardless of whether I have seen something, or even if I did see it but have since forgotten, I must still diligently cultivate myself.
My older brother and I now recite one poem from Hong Yin every morning on our way to school, and we have been doing that for two years. My older brother was able to memorize On Dafa before he turned five, and he memorizes poems in Hong Yin even faster.
I, on the other hand, have always been a bit slower at memorizing and have often struggled to retain things. But things have changed recently. It’s as if a switch flipped and now I can memorize the Fa much more firmly. This semester, our teacher asked us to memorize classical poetry and textbook passages. I memorized quickly and well, and completely moved past my old way of being forgetful. My teacher even asked me to serve as a “recitation tutor” for the class. I think memorizing the Fa is really great. Without me even noticing it, my memory improved.
I once had cold symptoms and felt very uncomfortable. I took medicine and didn’t want to do the exercises. My older brother, having cold symptoms too, spent more time listening to the Fa and exercising. As a result, I took more days off than my older brother. He recovered in a few days, while it took me two weeks to get well. It was really a stern warning to me. My mother guided me to look within. I found my attachments to laziness and dependence, which were preventing me from improving.
One of my classmates loved to bully people. He would often hit and exclude me. I followed the principles Master taught us and did “...not fight back when being punched or insulted...” (Lecture Four, Zhuan Falun) I later became the leader of a diabolo group he was in. I did not hold a grudge against him and even taught him some techniques. We have become good friends.
Every time I’ve read reports about practitioners in China being persecuted, I’ve felt so sad that I’ve wept bitterly. I once realized that Master had arranged an opportunity for me to help him save people, so I wore clothes bearing the words “Falun Dafa” to attend an activity introducing Falun Dafa to the public.
We went to watch fish in a pond afterward. A couple from China, noticing how well-behaved we were, offered us some fish food. My parents seized the moment to share the facts about Falun Dafa with them. The conversation went very smoothly, and in the end, they chose to withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations.
I also shared the facts with my grandmother and encouraged her to turn away from those harmful programs of CCP culture. Given the frequent tragic events occurring in China, her long-held misunderstandings finally dissolved, and she came to see the true nature of the CCP. I know that a bright future awaits them all, and I am deeply grateful for Master’s compassionate salvation.
Greetings, Master!Greetings, fellow practitioners!
I’m a little Dafa disciple. My father told me that when I was two years old, the day after I attended a Taiwan Falun Dafa Cultivation Experience Sharing Conference, I said while we were eating at home, “Look, Falun Dafa.” My father asked, “Where? Is it Falun?” While pointing toward the ceiling and tracing a circle in the air, I replied, “Right there. It’s Falun, a srivatsa symbol.” My father then showed me an image of the Falun emblem and asked, “Is it this?” I said yes. My father said that because I was so pure and innocent, Master was offering me encouragement, and he thanked Master.
Around the same time, I began to experience an intense process of karma elimination. My parents, having never encountered anything like this, grew anxious and took me to a doctor. The doctor diagnosed me with allergic asthma and said even a minor cold could trigger severe wheezing. I was required to inhale a bronchodilator and also take liquid medicine on a long-term basis. My parents were deeply shocked.
They didn’t know what to do as I was so young. So they let me make the decision, asking me whether I wanted to take the medicine or practice the exercises? Perhaps because I had recently learned to meditate and found it very comfortable, I chose to practice the exercises. Remarkably, whenever I meditated, the symptoms would subside, and after a period of time, my condition improved significantly.
But a severe cough came after that. I often coughed so intensely that it caused me chest pain and I would vomit, so I could hardly sleep. My mother, feeling deeply concerned for me, asked if I wanted to continue practicing exercises. I said yes. My father said, “Then you must be diligent.” From then on, my younger brother and I began meditating every evening, followed by studying the Fa and sending forth righteous thoughts. We have learned all five exercises.
However, the path was not entirely smooth and I continued to face constant tests. The process of karma elimination became increasingly intense. At times, practicing the exercises triggered even more severe coughing, to the point where tiny blood vessels in my face would rupture. On several occasions, I found myself lying on the ground, weeping in utter exhaustion.
My parents could do nothing except stay by my side, reciting “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” When I felt a bit better, they would help me look within to see where I might have fallen short or where I had given in to my temper. Over the course of several years, I endured one challenge after another, and I forgot when I became well. I simply kept up with my daily Fa study and practice of the exercises. My allergic asthma vanished, and I can even enjoy ice cream now.
I also gradually learned how to cultivate my character. Once, a classmate who was prone to hitting and swearing at others didn’t know how to do some of his schoolwork. Although he often bullied me, I still took the initiative to offer my help. He didn’t appreciate it and went to ask others. Nobody paid him any mind, and he came back to me.
Remembering that Master taught us to be kind to others, I patiently helped him with his work. Another time, he tried to drag me off to play video games, but I didn’t want to play and declined because being attached to video games makes one a bit strange, according to stories broadcast on Minghui, and also I felt that the fighting and killing in the games is not kind. On one occasion when I was forcibly pulled along, my father happened to arrive to pick me up.
My father remarked that it was Master offering protection. He also recalled that once, when he was pushing me in a stroller, he suddenly pushed the stroller forward to play with me without paying attention to what was ahead. It was about to crash into a street light post, but the wheel swerved, the stroller veered off course, and it came to a stop without tipping over. My father was very afraid because a collision would have been disastrous. He thanked Master in his heart.
Cultivating in Dafa has made me a healthy, good child. My parents shared stories about the benefits I’ve gained from my cultivation with my classmates’ parents who have a predestined relationship with us. One day, several classmates came over to our home to learn meditation. As we settled into stillness, I felt a powerful, deeply comforting energy.
After returning home, one classmate demonstrated the meditation for his father, while another classmate shared the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance with his grandmother. We also invited several teachers and classmates to watch a Shen Yun performance together. They said that they would like to come back and see it again next year.
I participated in a traditional culture program produced by NTD when I was in the first grade. The grown-ups were very kind and always considered me first, whether I was tired, hungry, or having karma elimination. I told my classmates about the program, and they actually looked it up and watched it. My younger brother did even better and began participating at an even younger age.
Master taught us,
“Returning to tradition puts you on the path to Heaven” (“Creating Anew,” Hong Yin V)
I felt that what we have been doing is truly meaningful, and I’m very happy to be part of the efforts to promote divinely-inspired culture.
Lastly, I would like to share a poem with you,
Study Fa without idling, changing in the processFirmly believe without budging, coming to fruition—lotus forms”(Hong Yin II)
As my level is limited, please kindly point out anything that falls short. Thank you, Master; thank you, fellow practitioners.
(Presented at the 2026 Taiwan Falun Dafa Cultivation Experience Sharing Conference)