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August 25, 2018 |   By a young Dafa practitioner in Shandong Province, China

(Minghui.org) I am a college student in my senior year. My mother has been cultivating Falun Dafa for a long time so I grew up under the protection of Dafa. My diligence faltered after enrolling in college, but Master has never given up on me – he always protects me from danger and leads me back to Falun Dafa when I go astray. I would like to share a few miraculous experiences I have had in recent years. 

I was always far from being a brilliant student. My grades were average and I felt there would be no chance for me to get into a good college. My mother constantly advised me to study the Fa and abide by the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, yet I spent most of my free time on things not related to Dafa. Miraculously, I managed to enroll in a good college instead of an average one. I know that this is all because of Master, and because of my mother’s faith in Dafa that Master protects my entire family.

A Close Call

For a period of time, my mother was persecuted for remaining steadfast in her belief in Falun Dafa. Once she went out to get groceries and did not come back for three hours. My father had been away for some time for work, so I was the only one at home. I grew increasingly uneasy and had a premonition that something might have happened to my mother. I wanted to search for her but I did not know where to look.

In desperation, I looked at Master’s photograph and pleaded to him for help. At other times, Master always looked very compassionate in his portraits, but at this moment Master seemed to have a serious expression. Suddenly, I felt a surge of energy and jumped up to hide Master’s portrait and the stacks of Falun Dafa books around the house.

Just as I had moved the last stack of Dafa books into the wardrobe and covered them with clothes, a group of policemen barged in and started to ransack the house. They searched high and low and opened the wardrobe doors multiple times, yet they found nothing. I sent forth righteous thoughts and asked Master for help. At last, they left empty-handed, and my mother returned home safely.

Having a Firm Belief in Dafa

After enrolling in college, my attitude on Fa-study slackened. I started to behave like ordinary people and often unleashed my bad temper. In my fourth year, my dormmates all opted to study together and I was left out of all their study sessions. As time passed, it became really awkward in the dorm, because they would talk and hang out without me. This was a huge contrast to the previous years, where I was always the center of attention.

The situation continued for four to five months, and I felt like I was going insane from the unbearable change in the dormitory atmosphere.

When I returned home, I cried and complained to my mother, who in turn advised me to study the Fa. I stayed at home for a week and studied the Fa diligently. Although I learned a lot, the unpleasant atmosphere in school pulled me back into the pain of being isolated.

One night, I dreamt that I was living in a tiny, spherical-shaped container, a habitat for humans. We lived at the bottom of the container, and at the top of the container was what we called the “sky.” Suddenly, Master appeared beside me, patted me on my back, and pointed upwards. I looked up and saw a small crack at the top of the container. Through the crack, I saw layers of blue clouds sprinkled with sand-like stars, so beautiful and so breathtaking! I stretched my hand high and tried to jump out of the container, but I couldn't do it. In a panic, I woke up.

My tears flowed uncontrollably as I realized that Master was giving me a hint through my dream. He was telling me not to be held back by the sentiments of everyday people and to return to my original world. From then on, I adjusted my mindset and treated my roommates with compassion and kindness. At the end of the last semester, they bade me farewell as if nothing had happened.

I am now 24 years old and have experienced so many miraculous things after obtaining the Fa. I want to tell the young Falun Dafa practitioners: Do not give up on Dafa! Do not give up just because Fa-rectification is nearing its end. No matter how much time is left, as long as you pick up the Dafa book again, a new life has begun!

Thank you, Master, for refusing to abandon me. Thank you for leading me back to Falun Dafa!