(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1997. As a veteran practitioner, I have followed Master in validating the Fa for the past 20-plus years. Looking back at my cultivation journey, it unfolds before my eyes like a movie or a series of mythical tales.
Beginning Cultivation
I began experiencing health problems in my 30s, and I frequently had insomnia. An acquaintance introduced me to Falun Dafa, emphasizing its efficacy in curing illness, and gave me a copy of the book Zhuan Falun. I sat on my bed reading it, but fell asleep before finishing the first lecture. I read how miraculous Dafa is.
One night while sleeping, I vaguely sensed countless small Falun (law wheels) spinning above my comforter. Delighted, I tried to take a closer look, but they vanished. My husband woke up at the same time. He told me that he had a dream in which I flew up into the sky, and he couldn’t catch up with me. He tried to grab my hand, but I slipped away. I understood what his dream meant and felt happy.
Shortly after I began practicing Dafa, I had a vision in which Master Li, dressed in a suit, cleansed my body and expelled an entity that had attached to me.
Feeling that this practice was great, I sought out a Fa study group. I consistently studied the Fa and practiced the exercises with the group.
Initially, my in-laws strongly opposed my practicing Dafa and even viciously cursed me. But I remained unmoved and didn’t argue back. Later, my mother-in-law completely changed her attitude. She even told others how my illnesses had disappeared through practicing Dafa.
I often studied the Fa with full focus. Once, while reading the Fa, my body merged into it. As I read the passage, “It is quite reasonable that the Tao School regards the human body as a small universe. It does not mean that its composition and structure are similar to those of the universe, and neither does it refer to the existing form of the body in our physical dimension.” (“Lecture Two,” Zhuan Falun), I felt myself merging with the Fa, a mysterious state. Feeling a bit scared, I paused to steady my mind, began reading, and continued merging into the Fa.
Back then, the Fa constantly filled my mind, whether I was walking, doing chores, or sleeping. One day, while walking, I felt as if I were about to float off the ground and hesitated to move forward. Master had elevated me beyond the realm of this ordinary world. Human thoughts and notions no longer seemed relevant to me, and I no longer wished to associate with everyday people.
Facing Persecution
However, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began persecuting Dafa on July 20, 1999, shortly after I began cultivating. My work unit leader assigned staff to follow me, and I lost contact with fellow practitioners.
One day, in a supermarket, an elegant elderly woman approached me, seeking a recommendation for a good brand of soy sauce. I asked her what kind of soy sauce she liked, and she simply replied, “The kind you use.” So I found it for her. After I left, I recalled this peculiar encounter, and I realized that Master had given me a hint: the word for soy sauce sounded similar to “add oil” in Chinese, which was a way to cheer for someone. This hint boosted my confidence in continuing my cultivation journey.
I lived in a remote mountain area with no other practitioners around. Later, my husband was told to monitor me full-time, never letting me out of his sight. Although he knew I had become healthier and a better person after practicing Dafa, to prevent me from following Dafa, he tore up my Dafa books and smashed my exercise tapes. He stopped when I became angry and fought with him. Some time later, his hand was cut by a chainsaw, bled profusely, and required three stitches. He realized why that happened.
While I was wondering how to handle my situation, thanks to Master’s compassionate arrangement, a practitioner visited and brought me copies of Master’s newly published articles. My husband had to admit that it was remarkable that this happened while he was monitoring me so closely. So no matter how difficult my circumstances, I must persevere in my cultivation.
Bringing Facts About Dafa to People
The new articles gave me insights into the current state of Fa-rectification and made me realize it was time to step forward and let people know the truth about Dafa and the persecution, even though I had to act alone. I began by sharing with my colleagues at work, relatives, friends, classmates, and villagers in the mountains.
During my days off, I went to a famous scenic site near me to talk to the myriad tourists. I carried bottled water and snacks up to the mountain top to sell. I naturally chatted with the customers and shared facts about Dafa, including the beauty of the practice, the Tiananmen Square Self-immolation incident, and the historical prophecies. Most people acknowledged what I said and left happily.
One day, a group of customers praised me for selling the products at reasonable prices. I said, “I practice Falun Dafa, which teaches us to be good people.” They were startled. One woman claimed she was in charge of persecuting Falun Dafa in her county, and that her office had confiscated many Falun Dafa books. She shouted, “How dare you say you practice Falun Dafa. Who’s your leader?” Unafraid, I calmly replied, “Practicing Falun Dafa improved my health. If I were not allowed to practice, who could give me good health? Please don’t destroy the confiscated books. Go home and read Zhuan Falun. It teaches people to be good—it will benefit you. Or return the books to the practitioners. Don’t destroy them.” She left without saying a word.
Because I failed to clearly explain the facts about Falun Dafa and the persecution to my husband, he developed a negative attitude toward Dafa and was unaware of the consequences of persecuting it. He feared for my safety and was concerned about me. Meanwhile, I worried about him. One day, I talked with him seriously and shared the wonders of Dafa, including its ability to improve health, the persecution stemming from former regime leader Jiang Zemin’s jealousy, the corruption of the CCP officials, and the principle of karmic retribution. He finally understood and agreed to withdraw from the Communist Youth League and the Young Pioneers.
All of my relatives, including my in-laws, acknowledged Dafa after I shared facts about the persecution with them; they no longer opposed it. They all quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
Later, my family moved to the city, and I finally connected with other practitioners, joining them to study the Fa and to clarify the truth. My heart felt at peace as I worked side by side with fellow practitioners to assist Master in validating the Fa and fulfilling my historical mission.
Epilogue
Cultivating Falun Dafa is my unwavering choice. My heart is resolute—I will steadfastly follow Master to the end. These fragments of my journey record my obtaining the Fa, validating it, and assisting Master in Fa-rectification.
One day, I had a dream. I saw countless stars in the sky moving together in one direction, and I walked along the riverbank, following them. However, I didn’t understand what the dream meant.
Later, one summer night, when my family sat outside enjoying the cool air, my grandson pointed to the sky and called to me to look. I looked up and saw the scene from my dream: countless stars scattered across the sky, all moving in the same direction. I was excited, watching them travel farther and farther away.
One day, it suddenly dawned on me: These countless stars must be lives that came from heaven; they awakened and were returning to their homes; the Creator called them back to their true origins. Or perhaps Master was reminding me to keep up with the progress of Fa-rectification and not fall behind.
We are at the most crucial moment in history—a priceless moment. I must keep Master’s teachings in mind, study the Fa diligently, cultivate well, urgently tell people the facts about Dafa and the persecution, and not slack off. I am so grateful to Master.
Kindly point out anything that is not in line with the Fa.
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