(Minghui.org) My mother had difficulty giving birth to me, to the point where the question whether to “save the mother or the baby” was raised. Yet in the end, we both survived. My mother said that when she first saw me, she felt a deep sense of familiarity.
A Special Child
As a baby, I carried faint memories from my life in a celestial world. I understood that I was originally a being who existed in that world, protecting it alongside several other divine beings. As the latter days drew nearer, the king and other gods chose me as the most suitable candidate to be sent to Earth to fulfill a mission. The other gods worked to pave the way for me, and I descended to Earth when the path was ready. Because memories of my past life were in cosmic language and not human language, those memories are now very hazy. I can no longer recall the details of my mission, but the determination to complete it remains.
The first time I opened my eyes and saw the human world, I thought, “Ah, this is the human world. This is where I will fulfill my mission.” I also knew the human world was treacherous. Everything appeared within my sight as a gray blur, as though seen through a thick layer of dust. My human relatives often engaged in gossiping about others, and I could sense the creation of negative karma as a field around them.
Two months after my birth, I accidentally called out the word “Mom” and frightened my family. I knew children at my age normally could not speak, and my action had violated common sense. Sad and regretful, I firmly restrained myself from doing any more unusual deeds in front of others.
I Start to Practice Falun Gong
When I was about 10 months old, I knew I had to find my master. But who was he? Where could I find him? I had no idea. As I grew older, I adopted the habits of a normal person, finding enjoyment in eating, playing, being curious, and developing a sense of dissatisfaction with the adults around me.
I became frequently ill while in kindergarten, and my mother secretly began playing Master’s teachings for me to listen to. Despite only understanding a small fraction of the words, I still did my best to learn from Master’s teachings. My illness worsened while I was in elementary school. Despite receiving frequent intravenous drips and other medication, nothing worked, and I remained sick year-round from various ailments, including colds, fevers, coughs, sore throats, vomiting, and nosebleeds. As conventional medical treatment had failed to cure my illnesses, my father agreed with my mother’s proposal to let me practice Falun Dafa.
Living in the countryside, my parents had little to no contact with other Falun Dafa practitioners. Each night, my mother would turn on the desk lamp, and we would read Zhuan Falun together on a small electronic pad. At the start, my mother would read softly to me, since I did not know many words. We later each took turns reading one paragraph, with my mother teaching me the words I did not know. Over time, I became proficient enough to read Zhuan Falun fluently and would read aloud while my mother listened. In school, I became an expert in recognizing Chinese characters. Fifth and sixth graders would often bring me their textbooks and ask me to read content they found difficult. I found myself able to read almost everything, despite being only seven or eight years old at the time.
When I first started doing the exercises, I found it extremely difficult to maintain the half-hour required to hold the law wheel and do sitting meditation. On my first attempt, my mother directed me to hold my arms in position by myself, while she and my father sat and talked by my side. Although my raised arms and hands were trembling, I did not dare put them down because my parents were watching.
In this way, I managed to hold the law wheel for half an hour on my first try. With regards to the meditation, while I was able to sit in the full lotus position, my legs hurt terribly. I had to forcefully pull my leg into position, or it would slide down my lap. My mother made me sit in the lotus position for five minutes at first. Gradually, she increased the duration to 10 minutes, 15 minutes, then half an hour. Thereafter, my legs continued to ache unbearably whenever I meditated for the half hour duration, but my mother’s encouragement and my own perseverance helped me push through to the end.
Saved by Master from Drowning
I was in third grade when my parents took me for a vacation during the school break. One day, we visited the seaside. Unable to swim, I wore an inflatable life ring. As the water near the shore felt too shallow, I ventured into deeper waters, where I saw a young woman sitting atop her life ring. Intrigued, I copied her and sat on my life ring, intending to show my mother this new method of using a life ring. I had barely sat for a few seconds when a huge wave crashed into me. I had a glimpse of adults in the distance before I was swept into the air by the wave and slammed into the sea.
The bottom of the ocean was a warm and peaceful place. The clear, transparent seawater shimmered beautifully, and I felt happy and light. Suddenly, a tremendous force lifted me upward, and that familiar yet unbearable feeling of pain and heaviness enveloped my body. In that instant, a thought flashed through my mind, “Master saved me.” But I was unsure how this action construed being “saved” until I found myself lifted to the water’s surface by the life ring.
The sunlight blinded my eyes and sensation returned to my limbs. I realized I had been submerged the whole time with my eyes closed, and my ears, nose and mouth were filled with seawater. It was impossible for me to have seen that lovely shimmering seawater in real life. My orifices were so filled with seawater that it would have been impossible to feel comfortable. My soul must have left my body at that moment, and only then did I understand how Master had “saved” me.
I made my way back to the beach unharmed except for lingering seawater in my ears, nose, and mouth. On the beach, my parents were in the midst of packing up our things and calling for me, unaware of my ordeal.
Cultivating While Attending University
I attended university in another city. Surrounded by non-practitioners on campus, I could only study the Fa and do the exercises openly during my winter and summer breaks back home. However, I still took a copy of Zhuan Falun with me to university in my backpack.
I maintained righteous thoughts while moving through security checks and silently recited “Falun Dafa is good.” I initially stored my copy of Zhuan Falun in my backpack, so I could take it with me everywhere I went. Later, after realizing my classmates and dormitory supervisors did not go through my things, I hid the book in my bed.
During the lunch break, some classmates invited me to eat with them, and we would chat as we ate. I resorted to sending forth righteous thoughts in my mind whenever I was not talking. I later frequently chose to eat alone, finishing quickly so I could get back to the dormitory before noon. I would draw the curtains around my bed, sit in the lotus position, and read Zhuan Falun for a while.
Besides restoring my energy and relieving my fatigue, the world would become quiet, with every word in the book shining like gold. Sometimes late at night, after overcoming my fear of my roommate in the next bed suddenly sidling over to talk to me, I would sit on my bed and meditate. Each time, I would be enveloped by a tremendous energy field.
Shortly after I started university, my parents were arrested and their home was illegally ransacked. Fortunately, they were released that same day. Mounting pressure pushed my mother to start contacting fellow practitioners outside of our family for help. I participated in group Fa study for the first time in my life during a break back home. We also brought back a copy of Master’s portrait and a complete set of Master’s Fa teachings.
Although the group only consisted of a handful of elderly female practitioners, I felt incredibly fortunate and blessed. Seeing Master’s portrait openly displayed, hearing fellow practitioners loudly reciting the text of Zhuan Falun and discussing issues they faced in cultivation, I experienced a sense of disbelief, as though I was cultivating again right from the start.
My character improved rapidly. I once got angry when my father harshly criticized me. I felt he was wrong, argued back, and ended up quarreling with him. But I also realized this was a hurdle I had to overcome. I kept reciting the Fa in my mind, trying to change my persistent thoughts of “I’m right, I’m right, I’m right” into “I’m wrong, I’m wrong, I’m wrong.”
My heart was in excruciating pain as I tried to force this change in mindset. After a while, my heart began to acknowledge the error in my attitude toward my father. That afternoon, I almost cried as I admitted to my father that I should not have quarreled with him. Afterward, my father showed me he was not angry and even smiled.
Miracles Encountered While Cultivating
When I was little, I pursued the third eye despite knowing I had little chance of getting it the more I pursued this special power. As I grew older, I gradually forgot about it. Now that I no longer desire this special power, Master shows me visions of other dimensions. Although I feel I have not done the three things well, Master constantly gives me hints and encourages me not to give up.
One day, my mother and I ventured outdoors to put up truth-clarification stickers. Although plagued by fear and reluctance, I knew it was something I had to do. Sensing that I felt conflicted, my mother suggested we send forth righteous thoughts. Afterward, surrounded by positive energy and filled with righteous thoughts, I could vaguely hear powerful and majestic music from a celestial dimension.
I saw beings from my heavenly world, dressed in the Tian Guo Marching Band uniform, standing in two rows facing each other, playing an unfamiliar melody with trumpets and drums. The beings in my heavenly world were supporting me, and Master was also protecting me. This strengthened my faith. The rain also miraculously stopped the moment my mother and I set off.
We reached a place that was flooded with water, with nowhere dry to step and make our way through. My mother immediately wadded through the waters while I stopped at the edge and hesitated. I then steeled myself, “So what if my shoes get wet? I’m a cultivator. There’s no fear of getting wet and catching a cold.”
With this thought, I walked across confidently. Although my shoes were soaked and uncomfortable, I ignored the feeling and focused on putting up the stickers till we were done. While we were walking home, I suddenly realized that my shoes were dry. Since it was impossible for wet shoes to dry so quickly, I knew Master was encouraging me.
Once, I saw a Buddha standing so far away, he appeared like a dot. Yet I could clearly perceive the Buddha’s features and the boundless golden light he radiated. As an incredibly powerful field of compassion, peace, and warmth enveloped me, I found myself left with only a sliver of consciousness. All negative thoughts banished, leaving behind an incomparable sense of inner peace.
After an unknown length of time, I detached myself from that golden light and returned to the mundane world. Various attachments and wrong thoughts returned to my mind. I realized the omnipotence of divine beings, not bound by human thoughts, and felt inadequate.
I knew I should eliminate my ordinary human thoughts and not mistake my current earthly home for my true home. I should not feel obligated to act like an ordinary person because I had family in the mundane world. Clinging to these attachments would create obstacles on my path home. Although I should cherish my earthly connections, I should also cultivate diligently and work to return to Heaven—my true home, the place where I belong.
Cultivating With Fellow Practitioners
We learned that an elderly female practitioner was suffering from severe illness and was unable to take care of herself. The elderly practitioner had moved in with her daughter, and my mother decided to visit the practitioner and study the Fa with her. When my mother arrived, the daughter showed disrespect toward Dafa and asked practitioners to stop visiting her home.
After returning home, my mother discussed the situation with me. Encountering such a situation for the first time, I wondered if this was a test. After trying to see things from a cultivator’s perspective, I advised my mother, “It’s a test. If you don’t go just because someone says so, or expresses a bad attitude toward you, isn’t that a lack of determination?
“We should continue to do our best. I think you should continue to go. They can’t refuse to open the door when you have arrived at their doorstep. You should firmly think, ‘I want to help the elderly practitioner, I want to accompany her to study the Fa and do the exercises. I believe this will definitely help her get better. I will not be moved, no matter what happens.’” Encouraged, my mother decided to visit the elderly fellow practitioner again the next day.
The next day, my mother visited the elderly practitioner while I stayed home to study the Fa and send forth righteous thoughts. That evening, after my mother came home and updated me on the situation.
She was happy when I volunteered to accompany her the following day. As we made our way to the practitioner’s house the following day, I sent forth righteous thoughts. The elderly practitioner’s daughter invited us in and gave us house slippers to wear. I followed my mother into an inner room to meet the elderly practitioner.
The elderly practitioner spoke so softly, I could hardly understand. However, my mother had told me beforehand I only needed to study the Fa and do the exercises with her. While my mother and I read Zhuan Falun to the elderly practitioner, other members in the home were watching TV and talking loudly. Someone else was cooking loudly in the kitchen.
Acknowledging the noise as interference, I focused on studying the Fa, doing the exercises and sending forth righteous thoughts with my mother in the inner room. Yet I was also confused. We were going through the same routine we did in our usual Fa study. Would it work? Would it be effective? I tried to remain focused and do my best. As my mother talked to the elderly practitioner, trying to identify her attachments, I listened quietly to one side.
I felt my presence made little difference. Yet as my mother and the elderly practitioner conversed, the elderly practitioner cried, saying, “This young child has taken the time to help me. I really need to study the books and do the exercises more diligently.”
I did not feel young, nor had I specially made time to visit her. This was the school break, and I just happened to be free, so I was taken aback by her words. Gradually, her family noticed how young I was and came to greet me. A girl my age, who was also in university, even struck up a conversation with me.
The elderly practitioner’s daughter later approached us and politely asked my mother, “May I know your surname?” She started chatting amicably with my mother. I sensed a change in the family’s attitude and thought this must be encouragement from Master. Compared to the adults around me, I was unable to do many things. Yet somehow perhaps I had made an impact just by sitting here. If my presence could somehow change people’s minds for the better, it was good that I chose to come out rather than stay at home.
An elderly male practitioner said to me two years ago, “Despite studying far away from home, immersed in the mundane world, you continue to diligently study the Fa and work on improving your character. That’s remarkable.” At that time, I was skeptical, thinking these words were just empty flattery and worried that hearing such praise would cause me to relax in my cultivation.
Looking back, his words feel true to some extent. I struggled during my university years to maintain a baseline effort in studying the Fa, sending forth righteous thoughts, and doing the exercises. I barely had time to clarify the truth and felt I was hopeless. But Master enlightened me that everything I had done was not in vain. I should not give up on myself.
Concluding Remarks
While writing this article, I realized that many errors I had committed in the past were due to my shortcomings in cultivation. I used to complain about my environment, resented those who created trouble for me, as well as those who failed to pave a smooth path for my cultivation, and those who failed to provide me with a happier and easier life.
Yet as a cultivator, my cultivation path is built using all these obstacles around me. To outsiders, the adults around me are the ones who have failed me and contributed to my worldly trouble and suffering. But in cultivation, does age matter? All these problems are meant to help me improve my character.
Two fellow practitioners once complimented me, “You are very pure.” At the time, I was puzzled and surprised. I now realize they meant my thinking is completely different from that of children who have not been exposed to Falun Dafa. I have the advantage of cultivating Dafa since childhood.
Early on, I pursued worldly abilities and special powers despite knowing I should let go of this attachment. When I managed to quiet my mind and improve my character, I found myself with wisdom and intelligence beyond that of ordinary people, a gift not sought, but bestowed by Dafa.
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