Asking for Master's Help at a Critical Moment
(Minghui.org) I placed some stickers with facts about Falun Gong on the bed intending to take them to fellow practitioners on March 5, 2018. It was the time that the National People's Congress and the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference were being held in China. Police often harassed Falun Gong practitioners when these meetings were taking place.
My husband said to me: “Come and check this out. The snowflakes are really big.” I watched the snow fall for a while and went back to cooking a meal.
We live in an apartment building. We usually only lock the iron-barred outer security door and leave the inside doors open for ventilation. While I was cooking, I suddenly noticed three police officers outside the security door. One officer asked: “Are you xxx? Do you practice Falun Gong?” After I said that it was I, he demanded that I open the door.
I remembered that the Falun Gong stickers were still on the bed, and a CD of one of Master's lectures was playing quite loudly in the room. I asked in my heart, “Master, please help me!”
Then, I opened the door and let the officers in. I thought that I should take the lead so I said: “You look for me every year. You also went to my son's office to look for me. What did I do wrong? Who did I harm?”
One of them said, “Oh no, it's orders from our superiors. Security is tight now because of the two conferences. We just want to check you out—nothing more.”
I turned off my CD player. Two of the officers were standing outside the door of my bedroom where the stickers were. They looked into the room but didn't enter it. I seized the opportunity to tell another officer the facts about Falun Gong.
I told him I suffered from a blood disease that caused the hematopoietic stem cells to malfunction and for which there was no cure. Yet I became healthy by practicing Falun Gong.
I told him that Falun Gong is a Buddha school cultivation way and that cultivation is very serious. Normally people cannot see Buddha—they rely on their beliefs. If I say I don't practice anymore, I won't be taken care of by Buddha, and my illness will come back. He looked serious as he listened to me and I could tell he was not against what I was saying. He said, “You practice at home, but don't go out. We need to leave.” The three officers left and the snow stopped.
After they left, I went to my husband’s room and said to him: “The two police officers stood motionless at the bedroom door for about twenty minutes, yet they didn't touch the stickers on the bed.”
My husband replied, “What could they do when there is such a strong energy field in our home?”
I knew Master helped me shield the Falun Gong stickers from the officers. I now have a better understanding of Master's poem:
“Disciples’ righteous thoughts are strongMaster has the power to turn the tide” (“The Master-Disciple Bond” from Hong Yin Volume II)
After sending righteous thoughts in the evening, I saw three Falun of the same size rotating in front of my eyes, forming a straight line from my right to the left eye. The edges of the Falun were white, but the insides were transparent.
I knew Master was encouraging me. Master is with us all the time.