Amazing Experiences of Cultivating in Falun Dafa
(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa 19 years ago in July 1999, the month when the Chinese communist regime began its persecution of the spiritual discipline.
I used to suffer from hyperthyroidism, which resulted in heart problems. I frequently fainted. Someone suggested that I practice Falun Dafa. Luckily, there was a Dafa exercise site close to where I worked.
When I was doing the Dafa exercises, someone brought a little note. All of us gathered around. On the note, it said that the government was going to ban Falun Dafa.
Some stated that they would stop practicing, but others were determined to keep their faith. They told me that they would be doing the exercises behind the cinema at 3:00 a.m. the following day.
The persecution of Falun Dafa soon started, and all the state-run media began to slander Falun Dafa and its practitioners.
I borrowed the book Zhuan Falun from my colleague, but I couldn't see the words clearly. Everyone said that this was a wonderful book, but why couldn't I see the words? I then asked Master for help so I could see the words clearly.
Just then, a strong light appeared next to my eye, and I could see the words clearly.
Firmly Believing in Master and Dafa
Although I began to practice Falun Dafa in 1999, I didn't know the importance of reading the book and how to cultivate, so my health didn't improve much. My legs were swollen up to my knees, and my abdomen was distended from abnormal fluid accumulation.
One morning in 2003, I fainted and was taken to the hospital. In a half-conscious state, I saw a young nurse helping me expel the excess water that had accumulated in my body. I wanted to go home because I knew that Master would help me, but the hospital staff refused to release me.
The following day, the doctor informed my family that I was dying. But, I still insisted on going home, as I firmly believed that Master was taking care of me. I was finally allowed to go home on the fourth day.
During the four days in the hospital, I read Zhuan Falun daily. I could only read a paragraph at a time, as I was too weak. Gradually, I could read more of Zhuan Falun, and my illness disappeared.
Master Urges Me to Be Diligent
I generally get up at 3:00 a.m. to do the exercises. One morning, my alarm went off, but I didn't want to get up. Just then, I heard a voice that sounded like a man from northern China, shouting: “Get up! Get up!”
I thought the voice was coming from outside, so I went to my balcony to see who was there, but I couldn't see anyone. I then went to the back of my house and looked outside toward the road, but no one was there. I then realized that it was Master who had called me. As I live in Hunan Province, which is in the south of China, I rarely met anyone who spoke in a northern dialect.
There was a fist-sized lump in my stomach, and sometimes I had to use my hand to pinch it when I was in pain. The pain made me lose consciousness a few times before I started to practice Falun Dafa.
One day, I came down with diarrhea. I was bleeding, but I didn't feel uncomfortable. I was quite calm, as I knew that it was Master purifying my body. Then, the hard substance in my stomach disappeared.
Recovering from Injury Within Hours
After the persecution started, a lot of Chinese people believed the Communist Party's lies and propaganda against Dafa. Thus, I went out every day to tell people about Dafa and the persecution.
Before going out one summer, I stepped on a bamboo stick by accident, and a splinter went into my toe. Blood was everywhere, so I asked my grandson to pass some tissues to me. I pulled out the bamboo and pressed on the wound with the tissues.
I then asked for Master's help: “Master, I am going out to clarify the truth. Please don't let the injury affect me.” I didn't feel pain when I went out, and the foot had completely recovered by the time I returned home.
When I talked to a middle-aged man about Dafa and the persecution, he listened carefully and then took out a thin booklet from his pocket. It was a copy of Minghui Weekly. He then took out his identification card and said, “Do you know what I do? I am in charge of Falun Dafa issues.”
I realized that he was a police officer. He said, “Be careful. You must think of your safety. I believe what the booklet says. My child had a health problem, but now he has recovered by believing in Dafa.”
My Husband Benefits from My Practicing Dafa
My husband used to work for a construction company. One day, a crane was being used to lift steel sheets. My husband was doing safety checks at the time when a young man loosened the hook too early and steel sheets fell and hit my husband's head, knocking him down.
Everyone thought he had died, and even my husband said he should have died. When he sat up, he touched his head and found that his helmet was not even dented. When he got home, he told me, “I nearly died today. It was Master who protected me!”
Another time, a metal pole fell from a high-rise building that was under construction. The pole lightly scratched his eye and cheekbone. He later said to me, “If Master hadn't protected me, I could have been killed today.”