A Story about My Cousin's Cultivation
(Clearwisdom.net) My cousin is a Dafa disciple and lives in a mountain village. Although we had not seen each other for years, I often heard stories about him. I then visited him and stayed for several days. After sharing cultivation experiences with him, I came to really admire him from the bottom of my heart.
'People Coming to My Inn Are Beings with a Predestined Relationship'
My cousin, who is in his 50s, farms one acre of hilly land and runs a small inn. There are five members in his family, and they live near the poverty level. My cousin was very happy about my visit, not only because I'm his sister, but also because I am his fellow practitioner. After talking a bit about our family life, we discussed our cultivation, studying the Fa, and doing the three things.
He took me to see his inn. When I heard that only an average of three to four guests came there each day and that he could earn only about a dozen yuan, I asked, "Isn't the profit too low?" He said with a smile, "It is true that the financial benefit is small. However, the inn is an important place for me to clarify the truth about Falun Gong!" At once, I realized that my words were thoughtless. Every night, my cousin plays the videos of Shen Yun Performing Arts shows, the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party, and other truth-clarification discs for his guests.
When some guests wrongly thought that Falun Gong is persecuted because practitioners besieged Zhongnanhai, my cousin played the truth-clarifying disc about the April 25, 1999 appeal for them and further clarified the facts to them himself.
When some guests mentioned the CCP-staged Tiananmen Square self-immolation, my cousin played the disc disclosing the true facts about that day. He told me, "When the guests saw that the fire on Liu Chunling was stamped out and that she was hit by another person's blunt object and then slowly fell to the ground with her hands over her head, they were amazed."
Three years ago, several teachers from a city vocational school came to the village to enroll new students, and they stayed at the inn. When my cousin played the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party for them, one teacher suddenly asked, "Isn't Falun Gong getting involved in politics?" My cousin then stopped the video and said, "The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) plays political games every day. Falun Gong is not getting involved in politics. Instead, Falun Gong is against the persecution. Falun Gong practitioners are spreading the Nine Commentaries and persuading people to quit the CCP to help them clearly recognize the CCP's evil nature and then separate themselves from the CCP in order to avoid going down with the CCP. Falun Gong is saving people!"
I really admired my cousin from the bottom of my heart and was moved that he had been clarifying the truth at his inn for seven or eight years. I said to him, "You keep doing this all year round. Don't you fear that someone will report you to the police?" He answered, "Not at all! No one will report me to the police because people coming to my inn are beings with predestined relationships."
'Thank My Master If You Want to Thank Someone'
When we shared xinxing cultivation experiences, my cousin said: "For Dafa disciples who are farmers, it is relatively easy to get rid of the attachment of fame, and we can also gradually get rid of human sentimentality. One thing we feel is most difficult to get rid of is the attachment to wealth and benefit."
One night two years ago, my cousin found a wallet near his house with about one thousand yuan inside--a large amount of money for a villager. He said to me, "At once, I realized that it was a xinxing test for me. Therefore, I didn't allow my heart to be moved. I thought about how anxious the owner who lost it must feel!" My cousin put the wallet in his bedroom and decided to look for the owner the next day. A knock at the door woke him up in the middle of the night. It was a guest looking for his lost wallet. After confirming that the guest was the true owner, my cousin returned the wallet to him. The guest then pulled out one hundred yuan and handed it to my cousin as a way of saying thanks. However, my cousin told him: "If I were willing to take one hundred yuan from you, I wouldn't have returned the one thousand yuan to you!" The guest fell to his knees in appreciation of the returned wallet. Then my cousin helped him up and told him: "I am a Falun Dafa practitioner and my Master teaches me to be good according to Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. Thank my Master if you want to thank someone." The guest said with tears in his eyes: "Thanks, Master Li! Thanks, Falun Dafa!" One thousand yuan was this guest's whole monthly income. This story quickly spread around the village.
'Master Saved My Life'
My cousin recalled, with deep gratitude, Master's care for him and his family. He shared two experiences with me.
One day in the summer of 2007, my cousin's granddaughter, who was only one year old at the time, was hit by a motorcycle. On impact, she was thrown into the air and then fell on the ground. Her face was bleeding. My cousin's wife hurried to shout, "Falun Dafa is good! Please save my grandchild, Master Li!" My cousin hurried to pick his granddaughter up and let the driver of the motorcycle go. After cleaning up the blood, they applied a layer of burn plaster to her skin for relieving the pain. Amazingly, all of the granddaughter's scabs disappeared without any infection or scars within one week, and her skin appeared the same as before the accident.
Then, my cousin recalled another experience: "In the autumn of 2008, a friend of mine who lived dozens of miles away invited me to attend his son's wedding ceremony, and I planned to bring some truth-clarifying materials to distribute there. As I passed a very dangerous section at the top of a cliff on my motorcycle, something suddenly went wrong and I had to stop to repair the motorcycle. After I finished repairing it and I got on it again, the motorcycle suddenly started up by itself. I didn't even have time to adjust the direction. Before I could react, I was thrown to the roadside and lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself in the underbrush beside the road, with the motorcycle lying beside me. After recalling what had transpired, I saw a large stone in front of me, about one meter in height and two meters in width. Then, I understood everything. After the motorcycle rushed off the road, it hit that large stone and was rebounded back. There was nothing beside the stone, but the cliff ended right in front of it. If I were not blocked by the stone, I would have rolled off the cliff and died. Master saved my life!" My cousin and I were both moved to tears.