(Minghui.org) I am a practitioner in China. In January 1999, Teacher’s Fashen led me to become a Falun Gong practitioner in the Fa-rectification period. It has been 13 years since I began my cultivation. Recently, my respect for Dafa and Teacher has increased a great deal after reading about the many miracles other practitioners have encountered in their cultivation, as published on the Minghui website. I want to share with fellow practitioners my own experience of Dafa's wonders.
1. A Falun Emblem Was Lost, Then Found
The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) had just begun its persecution of Falun Gong. It was a Sunday morning in the fall of 1999. My husband (a non-practitioner but supportive of Dafa) and I were about to go to my mother’s house with our 12-year-old son. I wanted to encourage my mother to continue with her cultivation and not to be frightened by the CCP.
Before going to her house, we stopped at our store so my son could change his sweater. I put the old sweater in a basin with detergent to wash it later. When we returned to the store in the evening, as soon as we walked in, my son yelled, “Mom, how come you put my sweater in the water? My Falun emblem was still on it!” He grabbed the sweater and removed the emblem, but then he began to cry.
I saw that the edge of the emblem had separated, and it was wet inside. I felt truly sorry and did not know what to do; I was crying, too. I said to my son, “Don’t wear it for now. It is my fault. Let's go home and put it in front of Teacher’s portrait, and we'll ask Teacher for help.” My son nodded, carefully put the emblem in my bag, and zipped it up. My husband and I both checked to make sure the emblem was secure.
When we arrived home, my son could not wait to get the emblem out and put it in front of Teacher’s portrait, but strangely, the Falun emblem was gone. We turned the bag inside-out but could not find it. It was dark outside already. We took a flashlight with us and retraced our steps, but we still could not find it. I told my son, “Don’t cry. I feel bad, too. We know Teacher will help us recover the emblem.” It bothered me for a long time, and I felt bad whenever I thought of it.
One morning two months later, I was meditating as usual and reached tranquility quickly. After Jieyin, I suddenly saw a golden flash coming in through the window. The golden flash rotated around me with a whirling sound. When I was ready to come out of tranquillity, the flash suddenly shrank and turned into a small golden cup that fell on the floor. I did not give it much thought but just assumed it was Teacher encouraging me.
When I stood up, something suddenly caught my eye. A sparkling Falun emblem lay where the gold cup had been, and it was glowing. I was so excited that I cried and was in awe. I tried to collect myself, and I called to my sleeping husband and son to come see the miracle. Before I said anything, my son said, “Mom, I dreamt of Teacher. He told me that the emblem has been repaired.” My husband said, “Son, you miss the emblem too much.” I wept and said, “The child is telling the truth. Teacher delivered the emblem to us while I was meditating.” I showed them the emblem lying on the floor. My son jumped up and yelled, “Yes, yes. Thank you, Teacher!” Then he put the emblem in front of Teacher’s portrait, burned nine incense sticks, and kowtowed to Teacher. The emblem had originally been orange-yellow, but it had turned to a golden red and was much prettier.
After this, my husband not only became more supportive of my doing Dafa work, but he also took up all the chores at home. He said, “I want to support you in cultivating in Falun Gong with my actions.” During the time that the evil persecuted Falun Gong badly, fellow practitioners met at my home, made Dafa materials, and were all met with my husband’s strong support. He himself also benefitted, not having any illness in over ten years.
2. Teacher Brings Us an Umbrella in a Storm
One afternoon in the summer of 2001, an elderly practitioner came to my home and said, “I have gained too much in Dafa. The evil has persecuted Dafa and smeared Teacher. We have to do something. Aside from telling people the facts about Dafa, as practitioners, we should also burn incense and thank Teacher. Can you accompany me to buy an incense holder?” I was glad to hear that, so I went with her.
At the store, we bought an incense burner, an oil burner, and 36 boxes of incense. While I was putting them into our bags, it suddenly began raining on an otherwise sunny day. The other practitioner said, “It’s raining, but we don’t have an umbrella.” I said, “No problem. Let’s go.” Before we had even arrived at the bus station, however, it began to pour. To protect the incense from getting wet, we hid beneath some shelter by the street. The rain came down even harder, and the shelter was not enough. I said, “I wish we had an umbrella so the incense won't get wet.” Before I had even finished my sentence, something fell from the sky next to my feet. Taking a look, I exclaimed, “An umbrella!”
We looked around and saw no one. I said, “Teacher brought us an umbrella.” Both of us cried with happiness. With the umbrella, we walked to the bus station. The incense remained completely dry, and so did our clothes.
This made me feel that as long as we cultivate truthfully, Teacher will be right next to us, caring for us all the time.
3. Dissolving the Evil’s Persecution and Interference While in the Dungeon
I was arrested and put in prison in 2003. In an attempt to prevent practitioners from sending forth righteous thoughts, the guards forced practitioners to keep their eyes open. They ordered other inmates to watch practitioners, to pry their eyes open, to pull their hair, to beat and verbally abuse them, to put them in solitary confinement, and to play vulgar recordings with a tape player turned up to the maximum volume.
I felt that the practitioners were doing the most righteous things, and that no one had the right to interfere with us. I crossed my legs in the lotus position and began to ask Teacher for help. The monitoring inmates said, “What is she doing? Let’s call the guards.” I knew that they were talking about me and that they were approaching me. I said in my mind, “I am saving you and clearing your evil factors. You’d better behave.” I reached total tranquility very soon. When I was finished half an hour later, they were still watching me and acting silly.
The deputy captain and some guards came over. They asked me what I was doing. I said, “I was sending forth righteous thoughts.” They asked, “What righteous thoughts?” I replied, “You won’t let us follow Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, which our Teacher taught us to follow. You forbid us from telling other inmates the facts about Falun Gong and from urging them to become good people. You persecute practitioners, forcing us to listen to those filthy and derogatory recordings. All of these actions reflect the fact that your morals are totally corrupt. To save those who might still have a slight hope, I need to send forth righteous thoughts to clear the space. No one can stop me.” They did not say a thing and left with the tape player.
From then on, I could study Dafa, do the exercises, and send forth righteous thoughts without interruption.
When I was released in 2006, I was greeted and accompanied home by my husband and all of my old classmates. My classmates treated us to dinner in a restaurant. I took the opportunity to introduce Dafa to them in detail, and I told them of the benefits I had received. I told them of the atrocities that I had observed while in prison, and I explained to them the importance of quitting the CCP and its affiliated organizations. All 40 people followed my advice.
4. Dafa Shows Its Miracles While I Steadfastly Believe in Teacher
In the summer of 2009, a few local practitioners exhibited serious symptoms of sickness karma and it seemed that their lives were in danger. Other practitioners called me and told me about their situations. I felt that my learning of them was not accidental, so I decided to go visit the practitioners. In my discussions with them, I realized that they still had much of the evil Party’s culture in their minds, their understanding of the Fa was not clear, they did not have sufficient faith in Teacher and Dafa, and they were not totally respectful of Teacher and Dafa. I visited them several times in a row, but just as the practitioners were improving, interference began.
One day around 10:00 a.m., the family member of one practitioner who had symptoms of illness called and asked me to pay a visit.
I promised to go, but I intended first to finish preparing my dad’s lunch. I boiled a pot of hot water for dumplings, but accidentally the pot was turned over and the hot water spilled all over me. Without thinking, I just recited loudly the script for sending forth righteous thoughts and also yelled, “Save me, Teacher!” My dad rushed into the room to see what was going on. Being slightly handicapped, he was frightened by what he saw and fell down on his bottom in the puddle of hot water. I rushed to help him up. He weighs about 175 pounds, but I had no difficulty pulling him up. I asked him if he was hurt, and he said that he was not. I began examining myself. Although I was wearing a pair of short pants and had boiling water poured all over me, there was only some redness on my belly and leg. It did not hurt and there were no blisters. I experienced once again the wonder of Dafa.
A few days later, I was ready to visit one of the practitioners. Before I stepped out the door, I felt that my right leg was twisted, and it made a popping sound when it touched the ground. It hurt badly and I fell down. I immediately sat in the lotus position, sent forth righteous thoughts, and asked Teacher for help in eliminating all the bad factors. Seeing that my lower leg and foot were purple and swollen, my dad wanted me to go see a doctor. I said that I was a Dafa practitioner, and with Teacher and Dafa by my side, I had no need to go to a hospital. The pain made me tremble, but I did not budge. After about half an hour the pain was subdued, and I was able to concentrate completely.
An hour later, I saw that the purple areas had returned to normal. I tried standing up, and it felt almost normal. I went to visit the practitioner as I had planned. Everyone there was moved by my story and thanked Teacher. I was completely healed in three days.
The miracles encountered in cultivation are too numerous to tell. Only when one truthfully cultivates in Dafa, can one truly experience its wonder and greatness.
