The Side-Effects of Actual Cultivation
(Minghui.org) I am a retired physician, and started practicing Falun Dafa with my wife in July 1997. I would like to share two stories about how I passed the tests of sickness karma.
I traveled to my hometown by bus to attend a wedding in 1998. I brought along some Dafa materials for the local practitioners. On the way there, I was sweating heavily and my throat felt itchy. I coughed a bit and tasted salt before a mouthful of blood gushed out from my nose and mouth.
It happened so quickly that the blood splattered on the seat and passenger in front of me. This caused an uproar and the driver stopped the bus immediately.
People asked me what was the matter. I struggled to stand up and told them that I was fine and had just suffered a relapse.
I knew this was a hemorrhage caused by tuberculosis. This was the third time it had occurred. The previous two times, I had to stay in a special hospital for more than six months to receive tuberculosis treatments. My bleeding could not be cured with regular hemostatic drugs. It could only be stopped with a large dose of Pituitrin for an entire week.
As a rule, no matter how well I recovered, I relapsed during the fourth year. The doctor had warned me that if there was a third incident of severe bleeding, it could be life threatening. This happened to be the fourth year, and the third relapse, which meant it might be life threatening.
Fortunately, I had started practicing Falun Dafa six months earlier. I was not scared at all, as I knew that Master would take care of me.
The bus started again, moving very slowly. I covered my mouth and nose with tissue and closed my eyes. I asked Master for help. I said to Master that, since this time I was returning to my hometown not only to attend the wedding but also to bring Dafa materials to fellow practitioners, I couldn't be delayed. Even if I owed someone my life, I could not die now since I had not yet finished my work. Besides, I had caused a lot of inconvenience for the driver and the other passengers. After all, Dafa cultivation should be “Cultivating oneself, in turn, betters a society” (“Clear Harmony” from Hong Yin). So I asked Master to give me more time so that I could get to the town.
After about half an hour, a miracle occurred. The bleeding stopped gushing and became intermittent, and then it became very light. The bleeding had stopped by the time the bus stopped at my station, and everything was normal. I cleaned all the stains and got off the bus. It was like nothing had happened. Without Master's strengthening, it is hard to imagine the possible consequences.
I have been working at an outpatient clinic as a Chinese Medicine specialist since I retired. The environment and income are both quite good. I can also clarify the truth and persuade people to quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations.
My truth clarification was quite effective. However, there was also some interference from the old forces. For example, I have had a cough or lost my voice, and sometimes many patients would come in and interrupt the truth clarification I had begun. Children have begun crying, and there have been some other emergencies. I’ve thus lost some opportunities to save sentient beings, which was very disappointing.
I suddenly felt sick one day this March, with a sore throat and coughing. One of my colleagues insisted on checking my temperature, saying that there had been a meeting about a flu epidemic, which was quite serious. Anyone whose temperature was above 101 degrees Fahrenheit was to be sent to a special government-assigned hospital to stay and receive treatment. At that time, my temperature was 103 degrees. I had frequent coughs and green and yellow phlegm. It looked more like a lung infection than the flu. I refused to stay at the hospital and realized that this incident was persecution from the old forces preventing me from saving sentient beings.
After I returned home, my wife, who is also a practitioner, helped me to find my problems and sent forth righteous thoughts. We completely denied the arrangement by the old forces, and we found some of my problems.
The problems we found included that I did not study the Fa well, did not completely believe in Master and the Fa, and had developed zealotry. I also still had strong attachments to my ordinary work and personal profit. I wasn't actively looking within and often found problems in others. If a fellow practitioner pointed out any of my problems, I would lose my temper. On top of those issues, I frequently relied on medicine while I was passing sickness tests, and was still attached to alcohol. Most importantly, when I noticed my salary was 3,000 yuan lower a few days before this sickness karma test, I felt it was unfair, and kept 500 yuan that patients had paid me via WeChat. I rationalized this as compensation for my loss.
I didn't realize the severity of these problems until I looked within, and I was startled. How did I compare with a true practitioner? No wonder the old forces persecuted me so aggressively. I served Master a plate of fruits and burned incense in front of His photo. I kowtowed toward Him and decided to make changes in myself. I stopped doing anything unrelated to the Fa and studied diligently with my wife. As sitting was hard for me, I then lay down to listen to Master's lectures.
It was very annoying to have this severe cough with phlegm. Plus, my nose was still bleeding. So I turned in the money I had kept and told the director that I did not care why my salary was 3,000 yuan less. A patient then arrived to give me a red envelope with 500 yuan. I refused to take it and explained to him why a Dafa disciple doesn’t accept red envelopes. I also clarified the truth to him and he quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
I gave him the book Zhuan Falun and said, “After you finish reading this book, you will understand why I can't accept your envelope.”
Because of the high fever, I hadn't had any water for an entire week. It was strange that I was still able to go to work in the mornings, although our director still asked me to take a rest in the afternoons.
During one noontime rest, I could hardly breathe. It looked like I would die. I chanted “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I completely denied the old forces’ arrangements, but the situation got even worse. I had phlegm in my throat, my eyeballs were protruding, and my heart was racing. I felt like I was on the verge of death.
Just at that moment, I felt there was a power that helped me sit up on the bed. I opened my eyes and cried deeply from my heart, “Master, please rescue me.” While I cried out, bloody phlegm came out. I was then very clear-minded.
I then chanted the verses for sending righteous thoughts, and my fever went away. I was as excited as a child and told my wife what had happened.
My wife encouraged me, saying that if we considered ourselves practitioners, maintained strong righteous thoughts, and believed in the Fa and Master, we would be very powerful. Two weeks passed. Because of zealotry, there was still sickness karma. I continued to study the Fa, do the exercises, and send forth righteous thoughts. I avoided taking medication, as I believed Master was beside me and taking care of me.
This was the first time that I felt like a cultivator and passed the test of sickness karma. I was so happy that in the room where I had the sickness test, I clarified the truth to five patients, and three of them quit the CCP. Among them, one started to read Zhuan Falun and learn more about Dafa. I felt happy for these people being saved.