(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. During the course of my cultivation, I have not only witnessed Dafa’s extraordinary power many times, but I have also realized the value of this rare opportunity to cultivate.
When the police, directed by the local 610 Office, arrested me, I thought, “Master, please protect all my Dafa books so the officers do not see them.”
They failed to see my Dafa books, and found only a copy of Minghui Weekly and a few truth-clarification fliers. They did, however, confiscate my two laptop computers.
I was not afraid and felt that I would get to go home shortly, because I listen only to Master, not persecutors, and I refused to cooperate.
Even though they asked many questions, I only told them the facts about Falun Dafa and did not sign anything. Within about two hours, I was released. The next day, I went to the police station to ask for my laptops. They claimed that they were being checked for Falun Dafa information.
Before sending forth righteous thoughts that evening, I looked within and thought of how I had not cultivated well, that my shortcomings had made it possible for the old forces to use people, in this case allowing law enforcement officials to commit crimes against Falun Dafa. I sent a strong thought that they must return my laptops. I also asked Master to help me.
“I will have my laptops back,” I thought, “by using the power Dafa gave me. If what I am thinking is righteous, Master, please strengthen my energy.”
I sent forth strong righteous thoughts and felt surrounded by strong energy. Through my celestial eye, I could see my energy searching in another space. I became aware that my laptops were still in the police station, so I focused my mind on the police station. My energy filled the police station like transparent smoke.
Within about ten minutes, my husband’s mobile phone rang. He told me that he had been asked to pick up the laptops at the police station.
My mother, who is an invalid, developed a fever. When I gave her a bath, I worried that she might catch a cold, and asked my daughter to buy some medicine for her.
My mother's temperature kept rising, and I felt helpless. When sending righteous thoughts later that evening, I realized that something was wrong.
Master said,
“Once you bring up the word 'illness', I am unwilling to listen.” (Zhuan Falun)
Ordinary people would regard my mother's fever as an illness, but a practitioner should think of this from a higher level. This was not an illness, but karma, or external interference.
My daughter, also a practitioner, sent forth a righteous thought, “No matter what the circumstances are, we do not allow the evil to interfere with our rectification of the Fa by using an everyday person’s karma.”
My mother's temperature returned to normal by the next morning, and she recovered without taking any medicine.
Later, when I was sharing about another practitioner suffering from sickness karma, I realized I had sounded neither kind nor calm. After I returned home, I started to experience a state of karma elimination. I wondered if what I said had hurt the practitioner, which prompted me to look inward.
I wondered to myself, “How can I become compassionate through cultivation? What does real compassion look like? And how does a person feel true kindness?”
That night, I had a very clear dream. My mother had a letter for me from my father, who had passed away many years ago. She told me that my classmates, who had the same problems as I, had already read the letter.
I got angry and chastised her very disrespectfully. In the dream, I was filled with anger, resentment, grievance, and jealousy.
I behaved like a spoiled child, and my emotions poured out of me. Instead of answering in kind, my mother gently embraced me and kissed me on the forehead.
I suddenly felt an infinite love. I held no thoughts and simply felt my whole body wrapped in a powerful energy. The iceberg formed by anger, resentment, grievance, and jealousy suddenly dissolved. I became clear-headed, and my heart was filled with shame. I apologized to my mother.
After I woke up, I was certain that the person in my dream was not my mother. I think that person must have been Master. Master was letting me experience what real compassion is and how powerful real compassion can be.
I am unable to fully understand the meaning of compassion, but I can see that there is no selfishness or resentment in compassion. I now realize that not forgiving other people’s shortcomings is also not compassion.
Compassion is a sort of power of benevolence and a great forgiveness, which can see through everything and understand other people without selfishness. Such a power can dissolve everything.