(Minghui.org) I am 83 years old, and I began practicing Falun Dafa (Falun Gong), a high-level cultivation practice, in the spring of 1995. I would like to share some of my cultivation experiences.
My children believe in Falun Dafa and have always supported my practice. My son once said, “I regret not studying hard when I was in school, because you now have to ask someone else to help you write your experience sharing.”
After my husband passed away, my children became even more supportive of my cultivation. Every day when I studied the Fa, my children would get my books and reading glasses ready for me, encouraging me to study. Before bedtime, my daughter tidied up my bedding. I felt truly blessed to have such devoted children.
The passing of my husband didn’t affect my clarifying the facts and helping Master to save people. I adjusted my mindset so as not to be moved by sentimentality. Time is pressing to save people, so I must do well.
Practitioners made calendars for us to distribute. Even before they were available, several people had already reminded me that they wanted one. When they were ready, my son said, “I’ll take you to deliver them.”
He got out his electric bike and helped me onto the passenger seat. I told him, “If we meet people along the way, just clarify the facts to them.”
When he encountered a man, he stopped and said to him, “I have something good to vie you.” When the man asked what it was, my son told him it was a calendar, and the man was pleased to take it.
At an intersection, there were quite a few seniors resting under a pavilion. Someone said, “Falun Gong is coming. What are you bringing us this time?”
My son handed out calendars, truth-clarification brochures, and USB drives. Then he began to talk about the principles of Falun Dafa with them. He said, “Read these carefully. They contain the best information.” He also told them about some miraculous things that he had personally experienced.
One night, my son was riding his motorcycle where were no streetlights, and it was dark. He didn’t see the three large rocks on the road in front of him and rode straight over them, puncturing his back tire. He shouted the auspicious phrases that practitioners believe will help them (Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good), braced his legs against the bike, and managed to stay on. But his heart was pounding with fear. He firmly believed Master had protected him, sparing him from a much worse outcome.
Another time, he was driving a vehicle loaded with winter melons weighing approximately 5,000 kg (about 5½ tons), when a car suddenly came rushing towards him from the side, with two large trailer trucks following closely behind. Trapped in the middle, he was very frightened. He shouted the auspicious phrases and added, “Master, please help me!” Miraculously, the car swerved past him, and the melons stayed on. It was a close call. The two vehicles had been only inches from colliding! My son said, “I was so scared, my heart almost jumped out of my chest, and I broke out in a cold sweat.”
He let out a big sigh of relief, believing that, when he shouted the auspicious phrases, Master saved him. Both he and the other car emerged from a dangerous situation safe and sound.
One time, my son was driving several dozen people back to the construction site for lunch after they’d finished work on the railway. As he turned right at the intersection, a car sped toward him and was right in front of him in the blink of an eye. He slammed on the brakes. His passengers were terrified, and one of them shouted, “We’re doomed! We’re doomed!” In that critical moment, my son quickly shouted, “Falun Dafa is good!” Miraculously, they were all unharmed.
Afterward, someone next to my son asked, “What were you shouting?” He explained that, in times of danger, Master will protect us if we call for help.
My son shared these stories with some of the villagers, telling them, “This is my personal account.”
One villager exclaimed, “So much danger! Wow, gods were protecting you!”
Later, the villagers stopped listening to me and began listening to my son, clearly enjoying his stories. They also took all the informational materials from him. Someone asked, “Do you have any left?”
My son replied, “Not really. But we’ll come back another time and bring more.”
While I was sending forth righteous thoughts, it suddenly occurred to me that something wasn’t right. My children took such good care of me. They did all the work for me, including having my Dafa books ready when I wanted to study the Fa. Wasn’t this increasing my laziness and attachment to leisure?
I told them, “A machine will rust if you don’t run it. You don’t need to take care of me like this anymore. I must do things myself. You can go do whatever you need to do. I’ll go by myself to talk to people.” I rode my tricycle from one village to another to hand out materials and talk to people about Dafa.
I had prepared a nice variety of materials, such as the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party, The Ultimate Goal of Communism, USB drives, wall and desktop calendars, Chinese New Year pictures, and strings of exquisite pendants. People saw these as treasures. One villager said, “We know what you do is all for our own good.”
To hand out New Year pictures with the Chinese character “Fu” (Good Fortune), I called out as I walked, “Folks, I’ve brought you ‘Fu’ characters and New Year pictures. Come and get them!” In no time, they had all been snapped up. Those who didn’t get any later came to my house and asked for one.
After I finished handing out materials one time, I noticed that riding my bicycle seemed unusually effortless. I thought about how fast other people went on their electric bikes—without even pedaling. I have an electric bike at home, but my children were worried about my safety and wouldn’t let me use it. “It would be so much better if I could ride an electric bike,” I thought. Just as I had that thought, the bicycle lifted about six inches off the ground, and it felt as if I was floating on the clouds. The ground appeared as a clear expanse of mist, and I was going very fast. I got scared: “I can’t go this fast, I’m going to fall.” And in that instant, I did. But it felt as if I’d landed on a ball of cotton, all soft and fluffy, and I was completely fine. I understood that Master has given us supernatural powers to be used when needed. However, I had developed an attachment—fear of falling down—which I must eliminate.
Another time, when I gave a man a calendar and a brochure, he knelt down in front of me, saying, “It’s meant to be. It’s meant to be.” I told him to get up and said that if he wanted to kneel down, he should do so in front of Master Li’s picture. He thanked me, but I asked him to thank Master instead, as it was Master who guides us to do this. He repeatedly thanked Master.
I went to a temple fair to hand out materials. There were many stalls, and I handed a copy to each vendor. Some people eagerly reached out for it, and some even left their booth to come directly to my vehicle. One person tried to take several of them, but I explained that this wouldn’t be fair to others. Another person took a few for his son and daughter. In a short while, there were none left. People asked me if I had any more and encouraged me to bring more when I returned.
Before going out to clarify the facts, I always burn incense and bow in front of Master’s portrait. I say, “Master, I am going out to talk to people about Dafa. Please empower me to freeze evil ghosts and spirits. Please help freeze the evil in whichever village I visit and keep them from persecuting practitioners so that people can learn the truth.”
I was out putting sticky notes about World Falun Dafa Day when I noticed someone following me peel one off. When I asked him why he did that, he looked guilty and replied, “I thought it looked nice and wanted to put it on my house.”
“Here,” I said. “I’ll give you one. You can put it on your own house and put this one back where it was.” He did as I asked.
I thought of freezing him in place to keep him from committing any more misdeeds. Remarkably, after returning when I had finished posting the notes, he was still standing there, motionless. Then I thought, “Let him go.”
Master has bestowed many supernatural capabilities upon us. Thank you, Master, for your benevolent protection!
Whenever I went out to clarify the facts, I kept a pure heart without any fear or selfish thoughts. If I encountered people with negative attitudes about Dafa, I’d clarify the facts to them, and some eventually came to understand that Dafa is good. I managed to help several, or even dozens of people quit the Chinese Communist Party. Sometimes, I just gave them a piece of paper and they wrote down their names to quit.
There have been many similar incidents, but I have only mentioned a few here. I still have many attachments to eliminate, including my bad temper.