(Minghui.org) I don't remember how long it took before I could recite the entire book of Zhuan Falun from memory, but I do remember often repeating the same sentence many times. I found that if I didn't concentrate on the words I couldn't memorize even short paragraphs.
Not long after I started memorizing the Fa, my team leader at work moved me to a new position that allowed me to use a small private office. Master opened my wisdom, and after I became familiar with the job I was able to complete a month's work in a couple of days. This allowed me to have a lot of spare time to memorize the Fa.
My colleagues and I were given an exam. It was extremely difficult, and at one point I truly thought I wouldn't pass. The last question was worth ten percent of the total score, and looked very hard, but my wisdom opened and I successfully answered this crucial question.
My final score was 60.5, and I was the only person who passed the test. I became well-known because of this, and my colleagues, as well as staff from other branches, admired me–the Falun Dafa practitioner.
I used to do mediocre work before I practiced Falun Dafa, and everyone knew that I was given the new position because of a personal connection. When the person who referred me to the job retired, some others tried to get rid of me. However, after I passed the exam no one dared to try.
I became increasingly proficient in the business and eventually became the youngest among the company's elite. I occasionally gave lectures on the methodologies we used.
This was an excellent opportunity to clarify the facts about Dafa. Those who attended my lectures listened to me talk about Dafa, and many of them quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its youth organizations.
When a university professor attended one of my lectures, CCP propaganda-laced songs were broadcast over the sound system during the break. I talked to the person in charge and told him about Dafa, and offered him a CD of Falun Dafa music to play. He told me that he admired my talent, and after listening to me, he quit the CCP and played the Dafa music over the sound system.
I asked the professor to listen to the music carefully, as the songs were composed by Falun Dafa practitioners. He was very surprised that I dared to broadcast it. I told him about Dafa, and gave him the book Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party.
When the song “Be Saved” started playing, a colleague who had already quit the CCP came up to me and said that he was moved by the song that was playing.
I hummed the song “Udumbara Flowers” in the office, and a manager heard it. He was surprised that he hadn't heard such a beautiful song before. I said, “Isn’t it nice? It was written by a Dafa practitioner.”
This person later read the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and quit the CCP. He had been selected as an outstanding CCP member, and told me that he had rejected the “outstanding Party member” award this time.
When I was being held in a forced labor camp I was fortunate that I could recite Zhuan Falun. Otherwise I don’t know how I would have coped in there.
Videos slandering Falun Dafa were played in the camp regularly, and a couple of inmates were assigned to monitor me around the clock. They were very vicious. There were times when I felt like I was going to die, but reciting the Fa was a life saver.
I was later assigned to do hard labor in the workshop, but was reluctant to do it, because it would shorten the time I had available to recite the Fa. I asked Master in my heart, “Master, Please help me. I only want to recite the Fa instead of making products every day.”
A guard soon came and told me to go to the office. When I entered, all the guards stood up. Several labor camp leaders were also present. A man shouted my name and rushed up and hugged me. I looked closely and found that one of the guards was a friend from a long time ago. My friend Liu (pseudonym) introduced me to the labor camp leaders, “This is the friend whom I mentioned.” The leaders lined up to shake hands with me.
When Liu arrived at the labor camp he was told that I had been detained there the night before he arrived. The first thing he said to the director of the camp was that he had a good friend who was detained here, and that he would invite his friend to have dinner. He also got me out of doing the hard labor, so I had time to recite the Fa.
I felt extreme pain in my heart in the camp, unlike many other practitioners who could tolerate the hardship. My ability to recite the Fa helped me through the difficulties.
A practitioner announced that a certain project would not continue. But Master repeatedly reminded me in my dreams that we could do it and that I should be responsible for it.
In one dream Master opened up a special channel for saving people through this project, and I realized that the project needed to be brought back to life.
I wondered why Master chose me to be responsible for this project. Master told me during my dream that I studied the Fa well, but repeatedly warned me that I had to let go of my humanness, otherwise the project couldn’t continue. I understood that relaxing even a little bit in cultivation would bring losses.
In another dream, Master was holding my hand to help me climb a steep incline. I followed Master’s footsteps closely and steadily. During a storm, Master carried me on his back. The rain fell on Master and I tried to slide off Master’s back to ease his burden, but he wouldn't let me.
Master encouraged me almost every day to cultivate diligently. If I didn’t do well in studying the Fa, Master would point to my human heart. He showed me the danger of not cultivating, so I dared not behave in a way that made life convenient for only me.
I continue to recite the Fa a few hours each day. When I sit down and calmly recite Zhuan Falun I can feel every cell in my body reciting it, melting into the Fa, and each level of my body assimilating to the Fa.
Master said:
“Memorizing Zhuan Falun helps you improve, since both the microscopic part of your body and the human part at the outermost surface are memorizing it together.” (Teaching the Fa at the Conference in Switzerland)
Sometimes when I recite the Fa my surroundings disappear, and only the Fa is flowing in my mind, washing my body and heart. At that moment I deeply know that reciting the Fa is an endless bright way on my cultivation path.