(Minghui.org) I live in a mountainous region in Hebei Province, and I have been practicing Falun Dafa for 30 years. One time a Dafa practitioner that I didn’t know came from another area to visit me. She said, “I simply asked around for your name, and everyone in the nearby villages knew of you. The moment I entered your village and mentioned your name, there wasn’t a single person, young or old, who didn’t know you. People told me exactly where you live and how to get there; some were eager to lead the way for me.”
It is no exaggeration to say that I am a “famous” person in this mountainous region. This “fame,” however, came entirely from Dafa. It is the practice of Dafa that has bestowed a certain level of “renown” on me—a simple old woman from a mountain village.
I Was a “Living Corpse” Thirty Years Ago
I am now 75 years old and enjoy excellent health. However, 30 years ago, things were quite different. People used to call me a “living corpse.” Plagued by a host of ailments, including allergic asthma, aplastic anemia, Hepatitis B, chronic colds, excessive head sweating, and other ailments, I was bedridden for eight years. My husband shouldered all the farm work in the fields entirely on his own, just as he handled every household chore himself. He had to be both father and mother. Every day, after finishing his grueling work in the fields, he had to cook our meals and care for our child and me, as I was unable to move. My husband was utterly exhausted and suffered tremendously. I did eat; however, I could not keep any food down. I’d vomit after each meal, leaving me gaunt and skeletal.
My existence was a living hell, a state worse than death. I longed to die, but couldn’t. My child also viewed me as pitiful and helpless. People both within and outside the village spoke of me as a “living corpse.”
A Miracle Descended from Heaven
In late 1995, a relative came to visit me. She said, “There is a cultivation practice circulating in our area that has miraculous effects of curing illness. Some people in our village are practicing it; you should give it a try. There are even books available.”
“How do I practice it?” I asked.
“I can demonstrate the movements for you,” she replied. “I’ve only just learned them myself.” As she spoke, she demonstrated the first exercise for me. I watched her and mimicked her movements, and I felt a profound sense of comfort. She then demonstrated the second, third, and fourth exercises, and I followed along with each of them as well. Seeing that I was eager to learn, she said, “I’ll bring you the book tomorrow.”
After she left, I felt a bit hungry. Hearing that I wanted to eat, my husband was overjoyed and immediately set about making dumplings for me. To my own astonishment, I managed to eat 20 dumplings. After finishing my meal, I went to bed. That night, however, I suffered from both vomiting and diarrhea, and I was up all night. I felt better the next morning.
My relative came the next day, and I told her what happened that night. She said, “That’s a good thing! You’re eliminating karma. It’s all in the book.” As she spoke, she took the book out and handed it to me. When I saw the title Zhuan Falun, I felt an indescribable sense of comfort deep within my heart. She encouraged me to read the book often, and then she left.
I picked up the book and immediately wanted to read it. I spent the entire night reading. The more I read, the more calmer I felt, and the better I felt physically. As I continued to read Zhuan Falun, along with doing the exercises, my health recovered very quickly.
This was truly a great miracle that fell from heaven. After being bedridden for eight years, I recovered by practicing Falun Dafa. Word of this spread far and wide, both within our village and beyond. Some people even came to visit me just to see if it was true. Once they saw with their own eyes that it was real, everyone in the village felt that Falun Dafa is simply miraculous—absolutely wonderful! I had previously been well-known as a “living corpse,” but after I recovered by practicing Dafa, I became even more famous.
My husband and child supported my practice, and the villagers told me to keep practicing diligently. One villager said, “Falun Dafa truly pulled you back from the brink of death.” Before long, 18 people started practicing Falun Dafa, and I became a volunteer assistant.
Master Has Protected Me at Critical Moments
After July 20, 1999, when the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched an overwhelming crackdown on Falun Dafa, I immediately traveled to Beijing to protect the Fa, seek justice for Master, and to speak up for Falun Dafa. Upon returning home, the village and township officials came to see me. I said to them, “What was my condition and life like before I began to practice Dafa? Who among you doesn’t remember? I was bedridden for eight years—a person on the verge of death. Yet I completely recovered through practicing Falun Dafa! Who here isn’t aware of that?! If you forbid me from practicing Dafa and my old ailments flare up again, who among you will take care of me?” They left without another word.
Later, they took me to a brainwashing center. However, they had no clever tricks to transform me, and found themselves unable to refute anything I said. Finally, I was told, “Just write a statement guaranteeing us that you will not practice Falun Dafa, and you can go home.”
I replied, “I won’t write it! Not a single word! Falun Dafa is good! The Communist Party’s persecution is wrong.” Two days later, they sent me home. Master protected me and helped me safely pass through this ordeal.
It was well known throughout the local township and the city that I was a tough nut to crack, someone not to be trifled with. One day a high-ranking official from the city came with two subordinates, and they barged into my home, saying they had come to confiscate Dafa books. Upon entering, they immediately demanded that I hand them over. I was sitting on the sofa when they entered, and I remained seated there, observing their demeanor. I didn’t even bother to stand up. I simply said, “I won’t give them to you!” My books were next to the television, a stack of three volumes, placed openly and squarely right in front of them. Yet, not a single one of them seemed to see the books. I’m sure it was not that there was something wrong with their eyesight, but there they stood—six pairs of eyes, in broad daylight—unable to see the Dafa books sitting right in front of them. This miraculous scene was yet another instance of Master helping me safely pass through a tribulation.
I kept all my other Dafa books inside a cabinet. Just as one of the men was about to pull open the cabinet door, the ringleader’s mobile phone rang. Consequently, they turned around and left. In my heart, I felt incredibly grateful to Master. Once again, Master protected me and helped me safely navigate this ordeal.
Over the years, CCP agents have subjected me to considerable persecution many times. Yet, with Master’s strengthening, I successfully overcome it all with righteous thoughts and righteous actions. Last year, officers from the police station called and summoned me to come in. I firmly replied, “I’m not going!” That afternoon, the precinct head came and demanded to see my ID card. I retorted, “I won’t give it to you!”
He replied, “In that case, write a guarantee statement that you will stop practicing.”
I refused and said, “I won’t write it!” Immediately afterward, I clutched my chest and exclaimed, “Oh my—don’t you go scaring me into having a heart attack!”
Just then, another individual stepped forward, offering to write the “guarantee” on my behalf. I would not allow it, and challenged him, “If they decide to arrest me and throw me in prison, can you speak on my behalf then? Who on earth doesn’t know by now that Falun Dafa is good?! This man here—he’s acting like a complete fool, doing evil deeds in broad daylight for all to see.” I declared, “No one, absolutely no one, is going to tell me what to do! Aside from Master, no one has any authority over me!” The leader told the other man to leave, and shortly after, he left as well.
Master Is by My Side at Every Moment
Master lifted me out of hell, cleansed me, and granted me a second life. Master is by my side at every moment, constantly protecting me. On one occasion, I went to attend Fa study. The weather was fine when I set out, but it rained heavily during our Fa study. On my way home, the road was completely flooded. As I neared my home, I encountered a large, deep puddle where there was a deep depression in the road; it was significantly lower than the surrounding ground. I was riding an electric tricycle, and it seemed nearly impossible to get across. I earnestly asked Master to help me. At that moment, it was as if the water parted to both sides, and I passed through easily. My tricycle remained completely above the water level.
On another occasion, I was out in the fields during the autumn harvest, loading a large quantity of winter melons in my truck to transport them home. However, when I got to the edge of the field, I couldn’t exit because there was a deep muddy ditch there. I asked Master to help me navigate through the muddy ditch. I paused for a moment to calm my mind, and then I sent forth righteous thoughts. The moment I started the truck, I drove right through with ease.
I have been cultivating Falun Dafa for 30 years now. I went from being a person on the brink of death to standing where I am today—a cultivator who has reached a certain level of attainment. This entire journey is solely the result of Master’s salvation. No words can express my boundless gratitude to Master.
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