(Minghui.org) My name is Wang Xianglian. I almost died once when I was 35 years old, but came back to life.

This happened after I gave birth to my second daughter. We lived in poverty and the labor was exhausting. Malnutrition and sicknesses wore me down, and I fainted frequently.

In a coma when I almost died, I descended in darkness down a flight of steps that led to a large hall. Seeing me approach, a fellow ran into the hall announcing long and loud “Wang Xianglian reports in” holding a banner over his head and then knelt down in front of a wide table.

Behind the table sat a man dressed in a red gown with a jade belt and a hat with strips of pearls dangling at the front like a Chinese emperor. The pearls obscured his face. Two maids stood behind him, each holding a long, large, feather fan. An adviser stood by the table.

I knew I was facing the king of the underworld. The king was busy looking through a book of names and didn’t pay attention to me. I tiptoed over to the adviser and asked him timidly, “Honorable Sir, how long will I live?” I saw he had found my name below my husband’s name. I then noticed something and asked, “Why is my name crossed out and then covered with a paper sticker?” The adviser said, “A crossed out name means that the person is deceased. A paper sticker means that this person is no longer under the jurisdiction of the underworld.”

The adviser continued, “You don't belong to the underworld anymore.” He then gave me a good, hard shove, and I jerked and woke up. I heard roosters' crowing and knew that it was morning. According to Chinese legend, the underworld closes its passage when a new day starts in the human world.

I knew I had died the night before but had returned to life because I was no longer ruled by the underworld king. But why? I realized the answer soon after.

Falun Gong Comes to My Hometown

I was notorious in my neighborhood as a tough woman with a bad temper.

When Falun Gong was introduced to our area in 1996, township officials said that if anyone could get me to practice Falun Gong, the person would have done a huge favor for the community. They meant that if I practiced Falun Gong, I would stop causing trouble.

One neighbor eventually talked me into it. “Falun Gong is really good. You don’t need to pay a penny. The exercises will cure all your health problems,” she said. I knew my health would not carry me any longer, so I decided to try Falun Gong. When I asked around, I couldn’t find anyone to teach me, because our village was very remote and secluded in the mountains.

I was stubborn and persistent, so I went look for Falun Gong. At a residential compound in a city, I ran into a stranger and asked, “Do you know where to learn Falun Gong?” He gave me a big smile and said, “You found the right person! I will take you there.”

We went to someone's apartment. All of them were very kind to me. I learned the five exercises and was given the book Zhuan Falun .

Three days later, I went back to my village with the book and became a Falun Gong practitioner. It was an important date in my life, June 28, 1997.

Transformation

I read the book Zhuan Falun whenever I had a chance. I asked my children to teach me the characters I didn’t know. I was moved to tears again and again as I read. It taught me the meaning of life and explained why a person has sicknesses, troubled times, and lives in poverty. It was all because of the karma accumulated from previous lives. Only a cultivation practice like Falun Dafa can change a person’s fate.

All the resentment toward my family members, along with the heavy burden of life, was finally lifted. My mother-in-law was a hunchback and struggled to do even a little bit of work. My father-in-law was an honest man but very poor. My husband was simple-minded and dumb in my view. Because we were poor, we wore cheap clothes, and the villagers looked down on us. I used to be quiet and timid. After I married and my first child was born, I had to stand up for the whole family since no one else would.

I had protested and cursed the township officials for the unfair allocation of subsidies to my family. I had disturbed the whole village by banging a metal wok lid like a gong all night long and spat out every curse word I could think of after some melons were stolen from my yard. I had forced myself into the male labor team, demanded the same work credit, and fought the team leader until he gave in. The village and county officials had never collected a penny of tax from me, whether I had money or not. The villagers avoided me and the officials just rolled their eyes when they talked about me.

Falun Gong changed me. I began to be polite, to treat others kindly, and to tolerate any losses that I incurred. When other families needed help with anything, I always made myself available. In six months, the villagers learned about the beauty of Falun Gong and the merits of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance through my changes. Meanwhile, I regained my health and looked younger.

One day, several village and county cadres came to collect the taxes. I had not sold any crops yet and didn’t have any cash, so I filled a large bag with dried corn kernels and gave it to the head official. “I am sorry I don’t have any cash. If you sell this corn in the market, you'll get more than the taxes I owe.”

They looked at me in surprise. Then one of them said, “You know that you are the first one to pay any taxes this year. We have been going around the village but have collected nothing so far. We came to you last because we expected you to turn us down, too. You have totally changed. Please tell us what has made you so considerate and cooperative?”

I told them it was Falun Gong and that my master that had taught me to be a good person at all times and everywhere. They raised their thumbs and said, “We respect your master and Falun Gong. Your master is a great man!”

My transformation also changed the villagers’ attitude toward Falun Gong and my family. Many people said, “Wang Xianglian is completely different. Falun Gong is great.”

Our family built a new house in 2012. Setting the beam of the roof was a big event. A lot of villagers came to help by cooking, carrying water from the well, and moving lumber. My husband smiled and said it was the happiest time in his life.

From staying away from me to willingly helping me, the villagers’ change of attitude showed their respect for Falun Gong even after the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started to persecute it.

Clarifying the Facts to Villagers

There are over 100 families in our village. The Party secretary in our village recruited members as a full time job. She also spread lies about Falun Gong and stirred up misunderstanding.

I was the only Falun Gong practitioner in our village, but I didn’t feel lonely since Master’s law-body is always with me. I kept sending forth righteous thoughts to clear the evil factors in other dimensions that controlled the secretary. Later, she was detained by the police and the CCP organization in our village was disbanded.

This provided a good opportunity for me. I visited my fellow villagers door to door to clarify the facts. Most of them quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. When the secretary was released, I visited her several times and helped her. She was moved and eventually quit the CCP, too.

I clarified the truth to every CCP cadre in my village and the county government. I gave them each a flyer and a copy of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party . They all quit the CCP. Whenever there was a meeting in the village, I openly talked to the villagers about the merits of Falun Gong and let them know how the CCP cheated and exploited us.

I also went to the government branches in the township and county, factories, corporations, and police stations to clarify the truth to the people working there. A lot of them quit the CCP, too. Even the policeman who used to persecute Falun Gong practitioners the worst finally quit the CCP.

On market days, I openly passed out Falun Gong flyers, pendants to hang inside the car, and amulets with “Falun Dafa Is Good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance Is Good.” People loved the gifts and always asked me to bring more the next day.

From time to time, I walked to other remote villages in the mountains to pass out Falun Gong flyers door to door. I usually started out after dusk and returned home the next morning at 4 or 5 a.m.

I died once but Master Li Hongzhi saved me from Hell. I understand that everything was arranged by Master long ago, and I am just carrying out my duty.