(Minghui.org) I first looked into Falun Dafa during my college years because of health issues. Even in high school, I had severe migraines. If I didn’t take a half-hour nap at noon, my head would throb painfully through the afternoon and all night, as if it were about to explode. The pain was unbearable.
In the winter of 1996, during my junior year of college, I came down with a really bad cold. I had impetigo (a contagious skin disease) around my mouth and eyes, and my hemorrhoids flared up. Compounded by migraines, all this other ailments struck at once. I swallowed handfuls of pills daily, spending my entire food budget on medications.
Surviving on just two meals a day, I was always hungry, saw stars before my eyes, felt utterly drained, and my legs felt heavy, as if filled with lead. I had to rest after taking just a few steps. Although I was a young man in his 20s, I moved like an old man. The agony was unbearable, and I feared my life would end at any moment.
Back then, I wondered why my life was so painful. I'd lost the courage to keep living. It was during the qigong craze, so I asked a classmate to find a free qigong practice that could cure illnesses.
My classmate Sam said he was practicing a certain qigong and asked me to try it with him. Every night, I would lean against the wall with him, assuming the posture of a goose spreading its wings and balancing on one foot for half an hour, until I was breathless and weak all over. A month passed, but my health did not improve.
Later, I asked another classmate, Hu, if he knew of any qigong that cured illnesses. He said a friend had recommended a qigong that was particularly effective, so he took me to meet Dai, a classmate in a different department.
Dai was very warm and kind and told me about Falun Dafa. He gave me a copy of Zhuan Falun to read first. It was an extraordinary book, written in plain language that was simple yet profound. I was immediately captivated and read dozens of pages in bed. That evening, I sought out Dai and asked if there was more to the practice. He said there were five exercises and taught me the first four.
The next evening, during self-study, we took a ten-minute break. I started the first exercise on the playground, but my stomach was churning, rumbling like a whirlwind. The noise was quite loud, so I hurried to find Dai. He said I had a deep connection with Dafa, and that Master Li had placed a Falun in my lower abdomen. I was quite bewildered, but my body felt exceptionally comfortable. I was also very happy, which strengthened my resolve to continue with the practice.
That evening, I was reading Zhuan Falun when a classmate from across the hall asked what I was reading. I told him it was a Buddhist book. He snatched the book, leaned against the bed, and read it for two minutes. He exclaimed, “This book is so unique. It’s extraordinary—I've never seen anything like it.” Then he said, “I’m keeping it,” and ran off with it.
When I couldn’t catch him, I went to find Dai. He said it was no problem and gave me the Zhuan Falun he was reading. I offered him money, but he refused to take it. I treated it like a priceless treasure and hid it away after I finished reading it.
Four nights later, I had a dream. I saw a tall, majestic deity sitting cross-legged, boiling a pot of water. Using a large ladle, he poured the hot water over me, from head to toe. The heat instantly permeated my entire body, burning so intensely I couldn’t bear it. I jolted awake, startled, and realized it was only a dream—yet it felt so real.
I wiped my skin, and water dripped from my hands. The quilt and mattress were soaked with water. I didn’t realize at the time that Master Li was purifying my body. In the moonlight, I saw vapor rising from my body like steam from a boiling kettle.
The following morning, I ran to class, brimming with energy that made climbing the stairs effortless. That evening, Dai and I visited an elderly professor (also a practitioner) to watch a video of Master teaching Falun Dafa. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, my head felt heavy, and my ears buzzed. I fell asleep and missed every word.
On the way back to the dorm, I asked Dai why that happened. He said I might have had a head ailment that Master was correcting. He explained that adjusting illnesses in the head can be uncomfortable and that Master had to put me into a deep sleep. He went on at length, but I was still in a daze and went straight to my room to sleep.
The next day was Sunday. I woke up with a splitting headache, and I could clearly hear water gushing and splashing in my head. When I tilted my head to the left, the water flowed left; when I tilted it to the right, the water flowed right. Along with the headache, I had intense nausea.
I went to the off-campus pharmacy to buy medication, but it was closed. I could only pat my head as I returned to school. I found Dai, who said, “You probably had headaches before. Master is adjusting your problem.” I told him that I had suffered from migraines for several years.
He said, “Master taught us, ‘When it’s difficult to endure, you can endure it. When it’s impossible to do, you can do it.’ (Zhuan Falun). Can you endure it?” I said, “Yes, I can. I will definitely endure.” Back in the dorm, I read some of the book and did the exercises.
On Monday, I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Hu, the classmate who introduced me to the practice, kept praising me. In just seven days, I felt like a completely different person—transformed beyond recognition. My once-pale, flaccid face was rosy and radiant, brimming with vitality and energy.
We raced from the first floor to the fourth floor for class. I got there first, completely unfazed, while he arrived gasping for breath. Even though he’s a sports star who runs laps daily, does pull-ups, stretches like a pro, and is built like an ox, he couldn’t believe it. “This practice is incredible,” he said. “Keep at it.” “Absolutely,” I replied.
Back in my dorm room that night, I opened the drawer and saw a half-finished bottle of medicine. Only then did I remember that just a week before I had been a sickly mess. Seven days later, I was healthy and feeling great—what use was the medicine now? I tossed it out.
Then I remembered those painful hemorrhoids. I poured some warm water from the thermos to wash my behind. When I touched it, the bulging vein that had been as big as a peanut was gone! I checked my face in the mirror. The pustules on my eyes and mouth were gone too, and my face was glowing.
As a university student poisoned by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) since childhood and brainwashed by atheism, I am fortunate to have emerged from the CCP’s shadow and become a steadfast disciple of Falun Dafa.
I wish everyone would understand the power of Falun Dafa. Why not read Zhuan Falun to see what the book truly teaches? Step out of the CCP’s lies, sincerely recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and you will surely benefit for life.
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