Minghui.org) As a mature Falun Dafa practitioner, I have been practicing for over 20 years. I have survived tribulations thanks to our great Master’s compassionate protection. I would like to share several miraculous incidents that highlight the greatness of Master and Dafa.
Having experienced the hardships involved in being human, I really appreciate the greatness of Dafa. After I obtained the Fa, I told everyone I encountered about the goodness of Falun Dafa. I have also changed a lot for the better, and my family life has become much more harmonious.
My husband was very supportive of me practicing Dafa. To help me spread the Fa to more people, he bought me a VCD player, which cost over 2,400 yuan ($348) at the time (in the 90s). I took it with me everywhere to promote the Fa.
One day in winter toward the end of 1998, I took the VCD player to a rural area to show videos of Master’s Fa-teaching to the local people and teach them the exercises.
Afterward, I had trouble catching a bus home, because there were so many people going to town to buy things for the New Year. The buses wouldn’t stop as they were already overcrowded.
It was very cold, more than 30 degrees below zero, so I started walking along the road, hoping that I could catch a bus somewhere along the way.
When a large wagon loaded with several sacks of rice and pulled by three horses came along from the village, I walked alongside it for a while, and the wagon driver called out, “Hi there. Why don’t you hop on and rest for a while?”
“Thank you for your kindness, but I won’t bother you. I’ll see if I can catch a bus somehow,” I said to him and kept walking.
A bus came by, but didn’t stop, then another one drove past me without stopping. I kept going and lost track of just how long I had been walking.
I felt very happy inside, thinking: “How lucky I am to have obtained Dafa in this lifetime and to enjoy perfect health when I used to be sickly. How can I ever repay Master’s grace? How could I have been so dumb that I had no idea when Master was giving lectures around the country in the early years?
“When Master is in China, I will go to see him wherever he might be. I used to be plagued with illnesses and spent a lot of money seeking treatment, but nothing helped. All my health problems disappeared after I started practicing Falun Gong. I want to see Master and kowtow to him to show my deep gratitude for saving my life.” As I was thinking this, the tears on my face turned to ice.
When I had almost reached the next town, the wagon driver called out, “Hi there! I saw you walking behind my wagon when I left the village. I’ve been watching you all this time, and I couldn’t even shake you off. Exactly what are you—a human or a deity?” “I’m a Falun Gong practitioner!” I told him kindly. “This practice is truly wonderful!”
“I know. Some people in my village practice it.” he said agreeably and urged the horses forward.
It was the coldest season in Northeast China, and everyone was bundled up in their warmest clothes. I wore my longest down jacket and thickest winter boots. After walking tens of miles with a VCD player and the sides of my leather boots bent out of shape, I didn’t feel tired at all!
After returning home, I went grocery shopping, bought some minced pork, and made heaps of dumplings to freeze. I also did a lot of washing. I knew in my heart that, because I was doing the most righteous thing in the universe—spreading the Fa to people—Master helped me walk in another dimension on my way home.
On the evening of July 22, 1999, after the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began the persecution of Falun Gong, a group of us went to the provincial government to appeal for justice for Falun Gong. We were taken back to our local courthouse, where someone would take us back to where we had come from. On our way out of the courthouse, a man by the gate was video recording us for the local TV station.
The night before, my husband had tried to stop me from going and kept an eye on me. He got tired and fell asleep before dawn, so I got up just after 3:00 a.m., not even stopping to tidy myself, and caught a bus to the provincial government.
After a whole day in the sun, with no food or water, I looked pretty scruffy by the time I was brought back. I thought: "If I appear on TV, and if those who know me see me the way I look now, they would wonder how I have become like this after I started practicing Falun Gong. Isn’t this giving Dafa a bad name? I won’t allow the man to video record me."
Indeed, he recorded everyone except me. Because I wanted to protect Dafa's reputation, Master helped me, so the man was unable to video me.
On the evening of World Falun Dafa Day in 2002, practitioners in ou area planned to hang banners to celebrate the occasion, and the police were aware of our intentions.
When two fellow practitioners and I unfurled the last banner, which was also the biggest one, in a tall tree, it snapped open on the bare branches, rustling loudly in the cold air. A feeling of joy swept over us.
At that moment, we saw a police car reversing towards us. They clearly saw the banner on the tree. Stopping a few meters away, two policemen got out and headed towards us.
What should we do? It was impossible for us to run back to the road, as it was over 100 meters away. As the three of us were walking away together, I told the other two to go quickly to the fork in the road, then I walked up to the police car.
It was dark and quiet, with no other pedestrians. I had only one thought in my mind: "They can’t see me! I can be invisible! Invisible! Invisible!"
I walked past the police calmly, not the least in a hurry. As if I were truly invisible, the police didn’t even look at me and headed straight for the big tree.
I still had many flyers on me, so I distributed them all before heading home. The other two practitioners were crying in despair, thinking that the police must have taken me away and worried about how they could tell my family the news.
After I described my miraculous narrow escape, they all said, “It’s Master who protected you!”
Indeed, because I was thinking of their safely at that critical moment instead of myself, my thoughts aligned with the principle for the new universe and harmonized with it, allowing me to remember to use divine powers to become invisible. That explains why the police couldn’t see me.
There have been so many such miraculous incidents. At this extraordinary moment in history, humankind has come to a crossroads—either to follow the Will of Heaven and become good people abiding by the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance with a bright future, or go against it and take the side of the CCP, becoming its scapegoats.
Time is pressing, with few opportunities left. I sincerely hope that more people will learn the truth to have a bright future and reject the CCP, an evil specter that aims to destroy all of humanity.