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My Cultivation Story

November 30, 2016 |   By a practitioner in Jilin Province, China

(Minghui.org) I learned Falun Gong just before the persecution began in 1999. I had attended our local group Fa study for only a few weeks. My cultivation environment was destroyed because of the persecution, but I did not give up my belief. I clung to my cultivation with Master’s help.

I married two years later. My husband prevented me from practicing and did not allow me to participate in activities to clarify the truth about Falun Gong. I was illegally arrested in 2003 while visiting a practitioner, and my husband did not allow me to contact any other practitioners. He became the biggest obstacle in my cultivation.

I felt distressed and wished he would change his attitude toward Falun Gong and support my cultivation. I decided if the day arrived, I would write an article to send to the Minghui website.

Over the next year, my husband did change and started to support my cultivation. He even persuaded his parents to practice Falun Gong and helped me convince other relatives to withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations.

I thus kept to my promise and wrote this article. I now wish to tell practitioners that we should not give up on our family members, no matter what. Remaining hopeful toward them helps us fulfill our vow to Master.

Home Became a Practice Site

I improved a lot from memorizing the Fa. I realized that only the Fa could break through my attachments, strengthen my righteous thoughts, and help me get through tribulations. Only the Fa could save my husband.

I began to practice the exercises daily and would not allow my family members to interfere with me anymore. My family members soon got used to my practicing at home and helped keep the environment quiet for me. My child would close the door gently behind himself.

My mother told me that she saw a person practicing Falun Gong in the woods while she was visiting her hometown. She knew that the person was practicing Falun Gong because the person was doing the same exercises that I did.

My husband tried to stop me several times from sending righteous thoughts at noon by asking me to eat lunch with them. I told him righteous thoughts was for eliminating evil, and I persisted in it.

I used to hide Falun Gong books in our home, but my husband could always find them. I got rid of my concerns and simply left Falun Gong books in a drawer. I did not hide from my husband that I was memorizing the Fa, and I decided to let him help me.

I was studying Hong Yin III (Master Li’ poems) when my husband passed by and came to take a look. I read it to him.

One time I was studying Zhuan Falun, and he was reading the book next to me. I read the whole of Lecture Seven for him and he listened carefully.

I’ve also found that Falun Gong music has the power to save people. On one occasion, I finished my morning exercises and played music. My husband was listening and was touched by the music.

My husband eventually concluded that Falun Gong is a righteous way.

Dafa Saved Our Lives

My son had a high fever once when he was four or five years old. I had heard a strange noise come from my son’s room while I was cooking lunch for him, so I went to check on him.

His face had turned green, and his eyes and lips had shut tightly. He did not react to my shouting. I figured there was no time to go to the hospital. I asked Master for help. Almost instantly, my son’s lips opened a bit and they regained some of their pink color. His eyes relaxed, the green color on his face faded, and he began to breathe. I told my husband about this miracle of Dafa.

Our family went on a holiday once, and I took it easy with my cultivation. The next thing I knew I was facing a big tribulation.

I went to the bathroom at midnight. I felt my whole body had no energy. I stood next to the bed and leaned on it for a long time before I realized that I could lie down on the bed. I could not breathe well and had no energy to sit up or talk. My hands were cold and that coldness had spread to my arms, feet, and legs. I was so nervous that I dared not close my eyes.

I began to recite “Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” The coldness still clawed along my body. I continued reciting that sentence about 30 times, and the coldness disappeared. I could breathe normally.

I told my husband and my son about the incident. Later, if my husband tried to stop me from clarifying the truth, I would tell him that my life was given by Master, so he should quit interfering with me.

My Husband's Changes

My husband found out that he had high blood sugar last fall. He was worried about diabetes. Medicine was his major when he attended university, so he applied both Western and Chinese medicine, as well as some physical exercises, to improve his health, but nothing was effective. He lost more than a dozen pounds over the next four months, and his blood sugar index remained high.

He soon began to practice Falun Gong with me and our son. He said that when he practiced the sitting meditation, his mouth was watering, which is the opposite from the symptoms a diabetic patient should have. He regained his normal weight a month later.

He talked his parents and his uncle into practicing Falun Gong by telling them about his own experience. He also used Falun Gong's requirements to behave well in his daily life. For example, he returned some copy paper to his office that he had previously taken home. He quit drinking alcohol as well.

My mother began to listen to Master’s audio lectures, and most of our friends and relatives now know the truth about Falun Gong and have quit the CCP. One of my colleagues who had quit the CCP several years ago began to practice Falun Gong diligently. He now talks to others about quitting the CCP.

Master said that all the people in this world came for the Fa. The people around Falun Dafa disciples are all waiting to be saved.

I am grateful for Master’s mercy, and I plan to cultivate diligently on the path of returning home.