China Fahui | A Peasant Woman Relates the Wondrous Experiences in Her Cultivation Path
(Minghui.org) I was once severely ill and on the verge of dying, and I'm so grateful that Falun Gong saved me. Not only did I benefit from the practice, my entire family was also blessed. This is why I am determined to practice and keep telling the facts to others despite the persecution. I would like to share my story of how Falun Gong saved me, and how it helped me physically and mentally.
Master Saved Me from a Miserable Life
I am 59 years old and was born in a poor peasant family in a rural area. I was skinny, short, and often sick since infancy. My father, a fortune teller, predicted that I wouldn't live long and planned to end my life. Luckily, my grandfather stopped him and raised me. Although I was able to survive numerous incidents and even went to school, my bad luck did not stop.
I had measles when I was 13, accompanied by a high fever. My family tried every folk medicine they knew and I survived. Not long after that, however, I had to quit school due to poverty and poor health. Having to work hard on the farm and suffering from illnesses, my physical condition deteriorated. I had typhoid fever at the age of 25, which lasted 7 days and almost took my life.
Despite my poor health, I was married when I was 28, and became pregnant. When it was time for our baby to be born, my husband contracted severe tropical diseases and could not even take care of himself, let alone help me. When the midwife came, she merely cut the umbilical cord and left. I had to work the land, and look after our new baby as well as my husband.
By the time my husband recovered, the numerous illnesses I had earlier became worse, including rheumatism, arthritis, stomachaches, anemia, and uterine prolapse. I also aged quickly and my face was covered with wrinkles. When I went to see doctors, my husband referred to me as his mother and my daughter referred to me as her grandma. I was sad but couldn't do anything to change it.
I had a dream one night in 1998, in which six fairy ladies came and greeted me. They carried me to a beautiful place, which looked like a paradise, and then they disappeared. I heard beautiful music, and I looked around and saw a Buddha looking at me. I felt very comfortable and excited. After I woke up, I told my husband about the dream and he said it was a good sign. When he came home later that day, he brought some information about an upcoming Falun Gong lecture series.
I went to the class the next day, and wept when I saw Master in the video. I knew Falun Gong was what I had been looking for all my life. Master opened my celestial eye and I was able to see gorgeous lights and colors. Master cleansed my body. For three days smelly pus and other substances discharged from my body. I was nonetheless very excited. When I did the sitting meditation, I felt very comfortable and serene.
The nine-day lecture completely changed me. I became a new person, healthy, young, and happy.
I've Experienced So Many Miraculous Occurrences
My recovery from my long-term illnesses was big news in our local area and many people were impressed by the magnificent effects of practicing Falun Gong. Even more miracles happened after that. There were two peach trees and one orange tree in my yard which became infested and died. After I began practicing, not only did new shoots start to grow, but they also produced a lot of tasty fruit. When I shared some of the fruit with my neighbors, they could not believe it until they came and saw the trees themselves.
Another miracle was related to our farmland. Because drought ruined many fields in our area, I rented my land to neighbors so that they could plant rice. The crops grew well until a wildfire damaged the crops on the land of my neighbors. However, the crops grown on my land remained unaffected. The villagers were surprised and became even more respectful towards Falun Gong.
Master also helped me when another practitioner and I went out to put up posters about Falun Gong. When I was putting up the last poster, someone spotted me. To avoid being arrested, I immediately left but fell and twisted my left knee. The other practitioner helped me get home.
I realized later when I looked within that I still had fear. When I started to do the sitting meditation, however, it was too painful for me to withstand. I looked at Master’s picture and asked for help. I felt as if a hand rubbed my injured knee a few times, and the pain gradually diminished. When the sitting meditation was over, I was able to walk again and continue with my truth-clarification. I fully recovered 12 days later.
Having a righteous mentality is very important. When I was walking on the street one day, a motorcycle rushed toward me. Although I immediately jumped to the side, it still brushed against me, pushing my left arm against the roadside rail. The driver got up from the ground and swore at me. I immediately remembered that I'm a practitioner and Master's words in Zhuan Falun , Lecture 4, “As a practitioner one should not fight back when being punched or insulted...”
I did not blame him and instead apologized. Hearing my apology, his attitude also changed and he asked if I was all right. I said I was fine. As soon as I said that, the pain immediately left my arm. It was just as Master said in Zhuan Falun , Lecture 4 “We have said that good or evil comes from a person’s spontaneous thought, and the thought at that moment can bring about different consequences.” A friend who was with me told the driver, “You are lucky because she's a Falun Gong practitioner; otherwise, you would have to pay a lot for this accident.”
The driver understood and thanked me. I asked him to recite “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” Another time when I was walking on the street, a motorcycle struck my left ankle. When the driver saw I wasn't injured, he swore at me and left. I knew I was not injured because Master was looking after me.
There were three other occasions when Master saved me from death. On the morning of August 4, 2002 I was cooking for a construction company. The crane knocked down the fifth floor walls of the building and the debris fell towards the little hut I was cooking in. I felt myself being pushed to the side as the walls collapsed, burying me. In the ensuing chaos and noise I could hear my husband calling me, as well as the construction company owner loudly swearing at the crane operator.
In the dim light I could see Master's picture on the wall that I had been thrown against, as well as my Falun Gong books on the shelf. Everything else in the shelter was crushed and covered with bricks. Even the steel beams that supported the shelter were bent. When I climbed out of the shelter everyone was shocked that I wasn't injured.
I told them what happened and said it was Master's picture and books that saved me. The company owner was very thankful and offered to pay my losses. I told him it wasn't necessary since Master teaches practitioners to be considerate of others. When I told them that reciting “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance” could help them maintain their safety, they believed me!
The second occasion happened at another construction site on October 6, 2004 where I was working. Seeing several bricks protruding from a roadside wall, I was afraid the wall would collapse and hurt pedestrians. Therefore, I picked up a tool and tried to hammer the bricks back. The wall collapsed and my lower body was trapped in the brick pile.
The co-worker was scared and asked if I was all right. I said I was fine and that Master always helped me. As soon as I said that, the bricks began sliding to the side and I was able to get out. I was not injured, and did not even have a scratch on my skin.
My coworker was very impressed by this and told her husband about it. He did not believe her and said he would practice Falun Gong if I was indeed uninjured. He came by the next day and, after seeing I was fine, started to practice.
The third occasion also occurred on a construction site on May 4, 2010. It was afternoon and a tower crane operator was installing a big, tall chimney. While I was preparing to cook, the chimney broke in two and fell towards me. My coworkers and a pedestrian screamed when they saw this, thinking I was dead. Miraculously, the chimney hit the ground next to me.
Telling Others about Falun Gong
After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started to persecute Falun Gong, my siblings were terrified and came to stop me from practicing. I knew they had been deceived by the Party’s hate propaganda, so I began to clarify the truth. I said Falun Gong teaches practitioners not to pursue fame and personal gain. I reminded them that they all witnessed the physical improvement in my husband and myself.
With blessings from Falun Gong, our lives were harmonious and our family was doing well. My children were healthy and doing well in school. After we talked, they said they agreed with my decision. They said they were terribly worried about me because of the communist regime's brutality. I thanked them and said Master would protect me.
In the intense pressure of those early days, my husband also wavered. Threatened by the persecution and influenced by his friends, he asked me to turn in some of our Falun Gong books. I told him that was not right because Master saved my life and I deeply knew how wonderful Falun Gong is. He beat me and forced me to go to the township government, turn in three books and register my name. I was regretful whenever I remembered this and decided to do the three things better to remedy my mistake.
Several police agents and local government officers came to our home on the afternoon of March 15, 2000. They forced me to write statements to give up practicing. Although I clarified the truth to them, they refused to listen. Instead, they ransacked my home and took me to the police station. Several agents swore at me as well as Falun Gong, threatening to beat me. They had obviously been so deeply poisoned by the hate propaganda that they weren't rational. I felt bad for them and recited Master’s poems to them. The police station head detained me overnight and the next morning asked me if I would continue to practice. When I said yes, he ordered two agents to take me to the county government.
We stepped on the bus and the other passengers were surprised to see two big burly police officers and one handcuffed elderly lady. They asked me what was going on and I told them I was a Falun Gong practitioner. I told them Falun Gong saved me from death, but now I was not allowed to practice. But the real criminals in China, all those corrupt officials and robbers, were ignored by the police. The officer tried to shut me up, but I continued to talk and asked them to think about it – is it right to persecute innocent older ladies like me? I also answered some questions they had about Falun Gong.
After we got to the police station, I wasn't intimidated or afraid. When they asked why I practiced Falun Gong, I told them about the physical improvements I experienced and that the regime's slandering lies filling the media were deceiving people. They detained me for two weeks, and the police kept harassing me. In July, officials again questioned me. When I told them I would continue practicing, they detained me for another 13 days.
Police arrested me again on October 24, 2002. I told them the facts about Falun Gong and refused to turn in other practitioners. They detained me five days this time. Another practitioner was also arrested at that time and she was very determined. She suggested we go on a hunger strike and clarify the truth to everyone there. We did this and guards force-fed us on the fifth day. She vomited and was sent to the emergency room. I also vomited and when doctors came for emergency rescue, I told them about the benefits of Falun Gong and mistreatment I had been subjected to for my belief. The doctors were sympathetic and I soon escaped.
Police and township officers also threatened my sons, one a high school senior and the other a senior in middle school. My sons explained that Falun Gong kept me healthy, making it possible to make a living and raise them. They said that if their college entrance was adversely affected by the police, they would seek revenge and not endure like I did. Their teachers also said good things and praised my sons. In the end the police gave up and left. With the help from Master, both my sons were later admitted to good colleges.
I am fortunate that Master saved me from hell and I will continue to clarify the truth to save more people, while cultivating myself.