(Minghui.org) I began to practice Falun Dafa in 1996. I would like to share my experience in overcoming sickness karma so that we can all improve together and continue to do the three things that Master asks us to do to save people.
Consequences of Slacking Off
My husband became partially paralyzed after having a stroke in 2004. Our children were working out of town at the time, so I had to take care of him on my own. Our son and daughter-in-law brought me their one-month-old son to take care of in 2013. I was busy all day long with the laundry, cooking, care of my grandson and husband, and all the other housework. As a result, I slacked off in studying the Fa, doing the exercises, and going out to tell people about Falun Dafa and the persecution.
This took its toll on my body, and by the end of 2014, I couldn't sleep or eat well. My lips were purple, and my heartbeat was irregular. I also lost a great deal of weight and was generally weak all the time.
My children took me to the hospital in 2015, where I was diagnosed with aplastic anemia (my hematopoietic stem cells had stopped functioning). The doctor told us that I would have to go to the special hematology hospital in the city. There was no cure, and the only treatment was regular transfusions to maintain a minimum platelet count for as long as possible.
Believing in Dafa
After I understood my condition, I began to think: the blood in my body is pure, it has been purified by Master. I decided not to get the transfusions and, instead, to study the Fa, do the exercises, and trust Master.
I explained this to my daughter who had practiced Dafa before. She understood but was very sad and cried. I also told my son, but he was against my decision and even begged me to stay in the hospital for treatment. It broke my heart, even though I knew I should not be moved by my emotions, that I should believe in Dafa! I tossed and turned all night thinking about leaving the hospital.
I told my daughter and son-in-law the following day that I needed to go home for a few days to take care of their father. Even if I continued the treatments, I still had time in-between to go home and take care of things. They agreed, and the doctor discharged me.
The night I went home, I thought about the times when I wanted to break through this tribulation but was constrained by my emotion. However, I was determined to break through and spoke to Master in my heart. I understood I was in this situation because the old forces had found loopholes in my cultivation. It was my own fault.
I knew that I could not let go of the Fa. The wait of hundreds of millions of years and the hardships of countless lives had led to this moment. I could not miss this opportunity and cried out, “Please help me, Master!”
Since I started practicing Falun Dafa 22 years ago, the persecution of Dafa disciples had meant a lot of trouble for our family, but my husband has never once complained. I sat down and began to tell him about the hospital diagnosis and treatment.
I told him that if I continued to get treatment at the hospital, it would only postpone my death for a while. My only hope was to diligently cultivate in Falun Dafa. He cried.
Seeing his grief, I felt the weight of my attachment of sentimentality toward my husband. I also felt the power of Dafa. My heart was split in two!
After a while, my husband calmed down, and said, “If you can't live, then you might as well try to break through this, but stay diligent in your cultivation and don't give up.”
My husband’s words gave me a lot of encouragement. I threw away all of my medicine with confidence.
That evening I listened to recordings of Master’s lectures in Jinan. I fell asleep at around 9:00 p.m. and did not wake up until it was time to send forth righteous thoughts four hours later. Falling asleep without taking medication had not been possible for me over the last few years. Soon after I woke up my stomach started to bother me, and I had diarrhea. My stools were black and yellow. I drank water and frequented the toilet for the next few hours. My stool became clear by 4:00 a.m., and I had no more diarrhea by 7:00 a.m.
After breakfast, my head felt swollen and feverish. My body felt like it was being stabbed with countless needles. I knew that I had to endure it all – Master was purifying my body. I was feeling better by dinnertime, with only a fever persisting throughout the night. I felt lighter by the third day and took a nap that afternoon. Upon waking up, the fever was gone and I had no discomfort.
I witnessed the following while I was meditating:
The cosmos resembled a ladder, with each rung of the ladder a dimension. There were layers upon layers of dimensions. I found myself sliding downward at a rapid pace. It reminded me of the scene from Shen Yun when all the gods and deities descended to the earth from above. I do not know how many layers I descended so quickly. Suddenly, I stopped and could see white and pink lotus petals, and there was a large lotus seat surrounded by more petals.
Looking further up, there was a large round ball like a white balloon. It sat firmly on the huge lotus platform. I stared intently, completely mesmerized. It was as if time had stopped. I couldn't even feel myself breathe. I felt light and hollow. I silently observed this huge lotus platform, which was truly magnificent.
I don't know how long this continued, but then it slowly faded away. It was only after I finished meditating that I realized tears had soaked the front of my shirt. I thanked Master for his salvation. Under Master’s care, I had overcome the so-called illness tribulation.
When my children returned home six months later, they were happy and excited to see how I'd changed, and because of this, my son and daughter-in-law both began to believe in Dafa.
I went to the hospital to pick up my husband’s medicine three weeks later and also had my blood tested. My platelet count had recovered, and the other cell counts were recovering as well. It has been three years now, and I have not had to return to the hospital. I have remained incredibly healthy and strong!
Category: Improving Oneself
