(Minghui.org) I am a physician. I had long been searching for the meaning of life before practicing Falun Dafa. I obtained the Fa in early 1999. I was deeply moved because this was the very Way I had been seeking. I made a solemn vow to cultivate steadfastly to the very end. In those early days, besides studying the Fa, I strictly held myself to Dafa’s standards. I was conscientious and diligent in my work, and I treated everyone around me with kindness. I never accepted a single “red envelope” (bribe), earning the deep respect of my patients, and I was even identified by my superiors as a candidate for advancement. Colleagues regarded me as pure, kind-hearted, and optimistic.
After the persecution started in July 1999, I traveled to Beijing at the end of that year to appeal for justice for Dafa. I then became a primary target of persecution; I was illegally detained and sent to brainwashing centers on multiple occasions. I was rendered homeless for many years, stripped of my job, and sentenced to prison twice.
Clarifying the Truth in a Harsh Environment
During my detention, whenever police officers or officials would speak with me, I clarified the truth to them without any resentment, keeping in mind that they, too, were beings we ought to save. They came to regard me as a good person. A number of them came to acknowledge Dafa and stopped persecuting me.
In prison, Dafa disciples who had not renounced their faith were, almost without exception, constantly surrounded and monitored by four or five inmates. I would clarify the truth to everyone who was assigned to watch me. I treated them as friends—as sentient beings we are meant to save—recognizing that our encounter was the result of a predestined relationship.
I told them that Falun Dafa has spread to more than 100 countries, and numerous miracles have happened to practitioners. I also shared traditional stories of gods and Buddhas, and—most importantly—I exposed the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) lies and its vicious persecution of Falun Dafa practitioners. Many amazing events unfolded during this time. On one occasion, while in a detention center, a young inmate heard the truth about Dafa. That night, he dreamed that he had boarded a magnificent, gleaming golden ship. A few days later, he was released, and he subsequently began practicing Dafa.
One inmate who served as the head of inmates assigned to monitor practitioners treated us with respect and would often quietly listen as I clarified the truth. One night, he suffered from severe stomach pain and could not sleep. The next morning, while drifting in and out of consciousness, he suddenly saw a man dressed in a suit standing right in front of him; instantly, the pain vanished, and he snapped wide awake. He told me about this experience, and I explained to him that it was Master Li who was looking after him. He later had many miraculous dreams, and he declared that once he was released from prison, he, too, would cultivate.
The majority of the inmates sympathized with and respected Dafa disciples; they also enjoyed being in the company of practitioners. I shared the truth with almost everyone I came into contact with. Once the movement to quit the CCP began, nearly everyone I clarified the truth to withdrew from the CCP and its affiliated youth organizations. Some of these people embarked on the path of cultivation. I once saw a report on Minghui.org indicating that one of them had been harassed by local authorities.
For two or three years, after escaping from a brainwashing center, I lived a life of displacement. With the assistance of fellow practitioners, I learned how to install Windows operating systems, compile and print truth-clarification materials, burn CDs, and print Dafa books and truth-clarification magazines.
During that period, I ensured that I studied the Fa, practiced the exercises, and sent righteous thoughts; consequently, my righteous thoughts were very strong, as was my compassion. I was frequently able to clarify the truth face-to-face, and at times I also distributed truth-clarification materials in person. Furthermore, I made time to visit my relatives, many of whom had been deceived by the CCP’s lies. They believed that I would have had a brilliant future as a physician if I had not practiced Falun Dafa. I told them the truth about the persecution, and most of my relatives accepted what I said. Furthermore, after understanding the truth, some of my family members even helped me clarify the truth to others.
At one point, as a result of several years of imprisonment, I slacked off in my cultivation. I became attached to fame, gain, and sentimentality—focusing on earning money, getting married, and raising a family—and I gradually got lost in the ordinary world. Furthermore, because I had been designated a “key surveillance target” and was subjected to frequent harassment, I eventually left my hometown.
Deep down, I had not given up on my cultivation and I had not forgotten that I am a practitioner. My job required me to interact with many clients, so I began clarifying the truth from the perspective of a third party. Every time I clarified the truth, I was able to recollect a measure of righteous thoughts.
Amazing Stories about Clarifying the Truth
I interact with many patients in my work. I speak to them about health preservation, the meridian system, and the perspectives of Buddhist and Taoist traditions regarding illness. I explain that the fundamental principle of Traditional Chinese Medicine—achieving a balance between Yin and Yang—is the very same objective attained through the practice of qigong. From there, I naturally transition to sharing real-life cases of individuals who have recovered from various incurable diseases through the practice of Falun Dafa—naturally leading to a discussion about Dafa.
Most people have come to understand the truth and have withdrawn from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. As for those who have not yet withdrawn, I have nonetheless let them know of the merits of Dafa, so that if they encounter fellow practitioners in the future, they may have another opportunity to withdraw from the Party. Some of them even began to sincerely and silently recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and they all received blessings. Some women who had been unable to conceive became pregnant; some students were admitted to their ideal schools; and some people saw their intractable illnesses completely cured.
A year ago, my father-in-law called in the middle of the night to say that he had dreamed that someone was strangling him; he struggled to break free and fell out of bed, and about half an hour later, he began to feel severe discomfort in his throat. We urged him to come to our city immediately, so he took a taxi—enduring a ride of more than an hour from the county town—to be hospitalized for examination. During our phone conversation, I told him to recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” He agreed to do so.
In the early hours of the morning, while he was waiting to be seen, my father-in-law suddenly suffered cardiac arrest. The doctors immediately rushed to save him, performing CPR and a tracheotomy. He was admitted to the ICU, where he was was connected to a multitude of tubes. The doctors informed us that, while they had managed to resuscitate him for the time being, his life was in critical danger. Furthermore, they said that even if he were to survive, there was a possibility he could end up in a vegetative state. He was over 80 years old, he suffered from numerous underlying conditions—including hypertension and diabetes—and was experiencing internal bleeding in his neck, resulting in a large hematoma. Two days later, a panel of specialists held a consultation and performed surgery on his neck to evacuate part of the hematoma; however, they were unable to identify the source of the bleeding. Due to severe edema, the large incision in his neck could not be sutured, leaving them with no choice but to hope for a miracle.
In the ICU, visitors were permitted to view patients through a glass partition; since my father-in-law was still conscious, I used the intercom system to instruct him to recite the two phrases I had previously taught him and told him that our entire family would join in reciting them for him. He understood what I was saying, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Ten days later, the bleeding in his neck ceased, and the swelling gradually subsided. The doctors were then able to suture the wound. My father-in-law had pulled through. After he was discharged from the hospital, he told me that he had dreamed that he was back in the military, fighting alongside his comrades-in-arms. In the dream, all of them perished, and he was the only one who survived. I told him that it was Master who had saved him. I am deeply grateful to Master.
There is one more case. I have a teacher—a physician nearing the age of 80—who is a local celebrity. His grandfather was a prominent figure in one of China’s democratic parties, having risen to a rank equivalent to that of a sub-national leader. He himself is also a designated “United Front” figure for the CCP, serving as the city’s advisor on Traditional Chinese Medicine. He was diagnosed with kidney cancer accompanied by liver metastases four years ago, and his lower limbs were severely swollen. Several local top tier hospitals were unwilling to take him. Because of his sensitive status, they feared complications and liability, so they advised him to undergo a more conservative treatment using Traditional Chinese Medicine instead.
I had previously clarified the truth to him, but he was quite stubborn. This time, however, I systematically explained the truth to him and showed him some videos. Finally, he withdrew from the CCP organizations, and he expressed a desire to practice the Falun Dafa exercises. So every evening I read Zhuan Falun aloud to him and taught him how to do the exercises. Yet, whenever he listened to the Fa, he would fall asleep—dozing off right there while sitting up and sleeping very soundly. For a month, his condition did not worsen.
Later, a friend arranged for him to travel to another city for examination and treatment. During the diagnostic process, he underwent a biopsy; that evening, after returning to his ward, he was seized by excruciating abdominal pain. He felt as though he were on the verge of death. At that moment, he thought of Master and pleaded with Master to save him. A few hours later, the pain suddenly vanished, his swollen feet returned to normal, and he felt completely restored—as if nothing had ever been wrong with him. The very next day, the hospital—disquieted by the turnaround in his condition—declined to proceed with treatment and sent him home. Since then, he has not undergone any further medical treatment. Despite his being diagnosed with late-stage cancer, several years have now passed, and he remains alive and in good health. Dafa is truly miraculous.
The elderly physician’s wife suffered from severe neurosis and depression. For a period of time, she experienced heart palpitations, shortness of breath, and a feeling of impending death every night. She called 120 (emergency services) several times and was rushed to the hospital, but the hospital could not alleviate her symptoms. I told her the story of her husband who had recovered from cancer, and I also sat with her to watch truth-clarification videos. She asked to learn the Fa and the exercises, so I taught her, and she persevered with it every day. Her illness soon cleared up completely. Although she did not continue cultivating later on, she remained firmly convinced that Dafa is good and believed that it had saved her entire family.
Clarifying the truth has strengthened my faith in Dafa, and has reinforced my belief that I can overcome my tribulations. Going forward, I resolve to remain diligent, to meet the standards required of a Dafa disciple during the Fa-rectification period, and to return to my heavenly home with Master.
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