(Minghui.org) I am a doctor of internal medicine who started practicing Falun Dafa in the fall of 1994.
Due to health issues, I was convalescing at home when a surgeon friend suggested that I should practice qigong, which could help my recovery. None of the practices I observed in a nearby park caught my interest, nor did I find a qigong practice that taught people to heal others' illnesses. The latter incident made me lose interest in searching for a viable qigong practice.
I then noticed that my mother's sciatic back pain and insomnia had disappeared after she practiced Falun Dafa. On her suggestion, I started reading Zhuan Falun, the main teachings of Falun Dafa. I was deeply impressed by what I read as it answered all of my questions.
My cultivation consisted of sporadic Fa study or watching Master Li’s lecture videos. I spent very little time doing the exercises and only did the first set during my lunch break with colleagues who were also Dafa practitioners. I thought this was a cultivation practice for retirees and I would be more diligent after retirement.
When my family and I watched the "Tiananmen Self-immolation Incident" on the news, I told them that this news had to be false. As a doctor, I knew that a person who had her trachea slit open would not be able to sing. Also, the reporters were allowed to sit beside the bed of these burn patients without wearing protective gowns.
The hospital director informed us the following day that Falun Dafa had been banned by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and told us to stop practicing. Some colleagues gave up cultivating in Dafa and began studying Pure Land Buddhism, while others continued to practice at home. I also studied Pure Land Buddhism. However, I continued to clarify the truth and even lent Zhuan Falun to friends who had been influenced by the CCP’s propaganda.
A dream in 2003, brought me back to Falun Dafa. In that dream, a lot of people were queuing up to climb the ladder to heaven. The three people before me smoothly scaled the ladder and disappeared. I followed them closely. The moment I grabbed the second-to-last rung, the rod broke under my grip. Stunned, I wondered what had happened, as I had not used much force.
The people behind me told me to keep going. When I showed them the broken ladder, they dispiritedly told me, “If you cannot ascend, then we too cannot ascend.” Behind me was an infinitely long row of people waiting for their turn to climb the ladder. Guilt, self-recrimination and helplessness welled up in my heart.
I described this dream to two of my close friends, Jia and Yi, who were also practitioners. Neither said a word. However, Jia told me later that Yi disliked me because I gave up Falun Dafa. Her comment broadsided me, and I realized the significance of my dream. I resumed my cultivation in Dafa.
It has been 13 years since I found my way back to Dafa. Since then, fellow practitioners and I have experienced many miraculous incidents highlighting the mighty power of Dafa.
For almost a whole month, my body was being cleansed. Every Saturday and Sunday I would be struck by bouts of diarrhea and vomiting, during which time I was only able to consume water. My symptoms disappeared by Monday, when it was time to go to work, and they reappeared the following Saturday.
One day, I suddenly could not move. I asked my son to play a video of one of Master Li’s lectures. I drifted off to sleep and awoke at 10:00 p.m. and found my clothes and bedding soaked in sweat. But, I could move again. I went back to sleep after I changed my clothes and bed sheets.
When I visited the rural home of a relative who worshiped animal spirits, I felt something slide up from the soles of my feet. After I sat down in the lotus position and loudly recited one of Master's poems, that thing disappeared.
“Dafa is what you carry everywhere,Zhen Shan Ren, rooted in the mind;A great Arhat walks the earth,Gods and demons fear with awe.”(“Benevolent Might” from Hong Yin)
Fellow practitioner Jia, used to suffer from severe rheumatism which left her paralyzed and bedridden. Years of expensive treatment had left her family destitute and in despair. Just as her family was on the verge of making preparations for her funeral, she was introduced to Falun Dafa. Dressed in a thick winter coat and hat at the height of summer, she was carried by her husband and mother to a Falun Dafa exercise site. A week later, Jia was able to walk to the site unaided.
Practitioner Yi suffered from irregular heartbeat and a dislocated thoracic spine. Over a period of three years, she rejected my repeated attempts to clarify the truth about Falun Dafa to her. She finally quit the CCP in August 2015, when she experienced a choking episode while eating. Tests at the hospital confirmed the presence of epithelial cell dysplasia. There is no treatment for this disorder. I again talked to her about Dafa, and she decided to give it a try.
Yi diligently studied the Fa and did the exercises. After two months, her hunched back went back to normal. Soon after her heart and esophageal conditions disappeared, her dull skin became white and delicate. She only regrets not stepping into cultivation practice earlier.