My Life Before and After Falun Dafa Cultivation Practice
(Minghui.org) I am a university student. I began practicing Falun Dafa in December 2014. In just over two years, Dafa has miraculously affected my life in many ways. I’m writing about some of my experiences with a grateful heart toward Master, and in hopes that people who are still blindsided by the lies and deceit will open their eyes and see the truth.
My Life Before Falun Dafa Cultivation Practice
I attended a key provincial high school. Every year, at least 30 students from the school were admitted to the top-notched Qinghua and Beijing universities. At the time, I was considered by teachers to be an outstanding student with wonderful future prospects. Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out as many expected.
One winter, I suddenly felt excruciating back pain. It was so unbearable that I didn’t dare to move around in bed. This lasted for several days. The hospital diagnosed me with pneumothorax, a condition where air enters into the space between the lung and the chest wall creating a collapsed lung. Doctors in several large hospitals recommended immediate surgery or my life would be at risk.
I later found out the doctors had exaggerated my condition, and there was no need for any surgery.
Doctors performed a pulmonary bullous resection surgery on me. I had a case of serious pneumonia during my first year of high school. The amount of antibiotics I had to take at the time had come back to haunt me, leading to the gradual worsening of premature contractions of my heart.
For a long time after the surgery, I was in such severe pain that I didn’t want to go on living. My lungs felt as if they had been torn apart, and I experienced a general numbness. My right arm felt very weak, and I couldn’t even raise it.
I was hardest hit by losing my keen memory capability, which I once enjoyed and was a source of pride.
After surgery, mathematical problems I used to consider simple became difficult to solve. During a test, when I was reading a math problem, my brain would suddenly go blank and I found it impossible to understand anything.
In high school, when academic achievement is the determinant of a student’s status and future, I felt only despair. Horror set in whenever my brain stopped functioning.
My post-operative body had taken a toll. I lost my vitality as well as the willpower to fight to overcome the difficulties. If I didn’t have to do the homework, I would not do it. If I had to do it, I copied from friends. I basically gave up on myself.
Taking sick leave became a norm. I sometimes slept through the morning hours before dragging myself to school. Sometimes I just played truant.
Somehow I got through high school and entered a university. Little did I expect I would suffer a recurrence of pneumothorax. When I underwent the prior surgery, one of the deciding factors was to prevent such a repeat occurrence.
The university doctor informed me there was no cure but strongly recommended blood pleurodesis. I felt that my body was already so weak, that there was no way it could withstand such a procedure. So I decided to forego any treatment, return to my dorm, and wait for my body to heal itself.
When my student counselor found out, she insisted on taking me to the hospital. The doctor there was very kind. He told me that there really was no need for pleurodesis and that I should just get plenty of rest for a week but avoid any physical exertion, including coughing and sneezing. He said recurrence was inevitable but could be prevented by being very careful.
I did feel better in a week, but I could not concentrate on my studies. I also realized that there was no way I could catch up after missing classes for a week.
I couldn’t even remember how many recurrences I had suffered. It got to the point where I wouldn’t even mention it to anyone.
When I went home for winter break during my first year of college, I started showing symptoms of pneumonia.
However, hospital medical examinations showed no problem, be it viral infection, bacterial infection, or mycoplasma chlamydia infection. There was just no indication of any disease. Doctors assured me that I had no signs of bullous bullae, and could freely cough and sneeze.
After being home for a few days, the symptoms of pneumonia reappeared. My parents didn’t believe me so they took me to the hospital again to prove once and for all that I had no problem. They were surprised to find out that I was not only suffering another recurrence but that it was also much more serious.
I was thrown into an abyss of despair.
At the time, I had not realized the real meaning of life and living. I only felt that since whatever illness I had was interfering with my life, and my future ambition of gaining fame and fortune. I felt that I might as well just give up on living. If there was no reincarnation, that would be the end of everything. If there was reincarnation, I would pay my parents back whatever I owed them in the next life.
So, I no longer cared about the later recurrences, be they slight or severe. My mind became filled with the thought of death.
My Life after Falun Dafa Cultivation Practice
Miracles began happening to me even before I started practicing Falun Dafa. One day, after school, I was walking alone and saw many fairies following me. It was such a wonderful feeling, something I had never felt before.
After I started practicing Falun Dafa, I became healthy. My former pale complexion was no more. My former fragile body became strong.
One day, I experienced sickness karma in the form of a severe cold, but I knew that cultivators do not have sicknesses. The symptoms are just illusions and are there for us to eliminate our karma.
So, no matter how my parents persuaded me, I refused to go to the hospital or take any medication. After ten days, I recovered completely.
One of my dorm-mates asked me, “You recovered this time without taking any medicine?”
I answered, “Indeed.”
She said, with puzzlement written all over her face, “It sure looks like you are absolutely fine.”
They all knew that in the past, if I merely had a slight cold, not to mention such a severe cold, if I didn’t resort to medicinal treatment, there was no way I could have overcome my misery.
One time, our class went to climb the Wudang Mountain. This dorm-mate and I were sharing a bunk bed. She insisted that I sleep on the lower bunk, believing that I would be too weak to climb to the upper bunk, even after I reminded her that I had fully recovered from whatever had ailed me in the past. What happened later finally convinced her.
When we were climbing Wudang Mountain, I was leading in the forefront, feeling light-footed and full of energy. My friends all advised me to take it easy but I didn’t pay them any heed. As we climbed higher, everyone began to slow down, except me.
Someone asked me, “Why do you look so relaxed? Aren’t you tired?”
“I’m a practitioner. Of course I’m not tired.” I responded in my heart.
Later, several classmates remarked, “You are so full of life. Have you run into some kind of miracle?”
Regretfully, I was afraid to tell them the truth and missed a golden opportunity to validate Dafa.
During another week of exams, I experienced an attack of pneumonia. I knew it was an illusion of sickness karma. When I felt an onslaught of pain, I ignored it and just carried on doing what I was supposed to be doing. I had Master to take care of me.
But it lasted for several days, and I couldn’t even get up. So, I decided I would do my exercises.
I had not done the exercises for several months. It so happened that no one was around in my dorm. I locked the door and started the first four sets of exercises. When I was done, I noticed it was almost dinner time. Without thinking, I picked up my book bag and left the dorm.
On my way, I suddenly realized that not only was I able to carry my book bag, but my shoulders didn’t even feel pain.
How miraculous Dafa is! Just four exercises and one hour!
The pain never returned.
That evening, I turned down the curtains around my bed and did the sitting meditation.
And so, under Dafa’s protection, I survived the week of exams.
Although I have not always succeeded in strictly adhering to Dafa’s principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, for the past more than two years, whenever I ran into problematic situations, I tried hard to look inward to see where I had gone wrong and what attachments I had to work on and eliminate, and did my best to correct myself.
Since starting Falun Dafa cultivation practice, my realm of thinking has undergone tremendous changes. I finally understood what it meant to be a noble person. I further understood that being a cultivator is more precious than being a noble person. The requirements are also much higher.
With Dafa's Blessing, I Successfully Passed the Graduate Admissions Exam
I scored 370 points on my graduate admissions exam, 30 points more than I anticipated. I had four months to prepare for the exam. During the first month, I had no difficulty in studying anything, even subjects that used to vex me. I seemed to understand everything. I realized that Dafa had opened up my wisdom. It was with Master’s support that I was able to finally score such high marks.
The graduate students’ re-testing was another miracle. Many coincidences occurred. I knew they were all Master’s arrangements.
The last miraculous event was when a university advisor, who in the past would only accept doctoral students, made an exception and accepted me, a graduate student, under her tutelage, something I never dreamed could happen.
Many people called me lucky. But I knew it was all Master’s arrangement. It was another one of the blessings I kept receiving because I practiced Falun Dafa.
Before I began practicing, I had never come into contact with Falun Dafa. The first time I finished reading Zhuan Falun, I knew right away that the Tiananmen Square self-immolation I had heard about had to be nothing but a hoax. After all, why would a practice that teaches Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance ask people to kill themselves?
When I later saw the video broadcast by the Communist Party media and noticed the way the man who claimed himself to be a Falun Dafa practitioner was sitting and conjoining his hands, I knew right away he was a liar and a fake.
The strange thing was that this widely broadcast self-immolation incident only happened once, on January 23, 2001. By then, Falun Dafa had already been around for almost a decade and had spread all across the globe. Why were there no other such incidents?
Later still, I realized that everything was manufactured by Jiang Zemin and his cohorts in the Communist Party, so they could turn the country against Falun Dafa to justify their vicious persecution.
Falun Dafa has spread all around the world. I hope everyone who is still persecuting Falun Dafa practitioners takes a good look and stops aiding and abetting the evildoers. Many of the top evildoers have already met up with their just reckoning.
I would like to say to all those who are misguided:, “For the sake of yourselves and your families, I hope you will all treat Dafa disciples kindly. I hope you will all choose a good future.”