(Minghui.org) My life has completely changed since I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1998. I am now 55 years old, and retired, and I no longer fight for fame and personal gains. Neither do I become stressed or anxious upon losing something, or not getting what I want. As a result of my improvements, Dafa's powers are constantly revealed to me.

Dafa Restores My Health

I used to have severe headaches, acne, frozen shoulder, arthritis, and bronchitis, and needed to take various forms of medicine all year round. Life seemed meaningless to me, as I felt very tired and bitter.

After studying the Fa, I understood that the source of all illnesses was caused by our own karma from previous lifetimes.

Master said,

“...the only way for someone to be healed, to be free of adversity, and to be unburdened of karma, is to engage in spiritual practice and return, pure as he once was, to his true home. This is a belief common to a range of spiritual traditions.” (The First Talk, Zhuan Falun)

As I began to truly cultivate, I felt the Falun rotating inside me, and my body felt very light.

I still remember the first time a Dafa practitioner came to our home to teach us the second set of exercises. My body felt like being set on fire by the energy, and I couldn’t open my eyes because of a blazing light that was shining around me.

I didn’t know at the time that faluns were adjusting my body. When I closed my eyes at night, I saw many beautiful and colorful faluns revolving everywhere. I could see clearly the revolving tai-chi design. I didn’t even have to lift my feet to walk, as I just drifted along. It was truly amazing! How would people who don’t practice cultivation believe all these things?

I did the exercises diligently. When I was on duty at work I sometimes did the exercises in the office lobby. Soon my ailments no longer bothered me, and I was in good health.

I have now been illness free for over 20 years, which is a wonderful feeling. It proves that Falun Dafa is not what the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) has said, that we didn't seek medical treatment when we were sick, but rather, through improving our xinxing, studying the Fa, doing the exercises, and following the principles of “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance,” that we returned to good health.

Walking Out of the Police Station

I was transferred to a different work unit ten days before the CCP began persecuting Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999. I was separated from my family and fellow practitioners. For lunch and dinner, I had meals with colleagues (which was arranged by my manager). I often thought of fellow practitioners and Master.

Falun Dafa is such a good practice. I didn't understand why the CCP didn’t want people to practice it. I felt pain in my heart as Master was being framed, and Dafa's reputation was being maligned. As a genuine Dafa disciple, I felt that Ireally couldn't sit idly by at this time.

I wanted to go to Beijing to appeal for the right to practice Falun Dafa twice, but made it only once.

The first time, I had already bought the plane tickets to Beijing, but my family stopped me from going. The management of my workplace, local government officials, and the police often came to talk to me. I wasn't able to have a regular schedule at home or at work.

Master teaches us how to be good people regardless of where we are, but the CCP and its state-run media makes up lies to deceive the general public and defame Master and Dafa.

The second time, I managed to leave the office on November 26, 2000, when no one was around. I went to Tiananmen Square, and met other practitioners there, who had come from various places around the world. Some had their children with them, and others came with the elderly. They were flocking to Tiananmen Square in groups. Some unfurled banners that read “Falun Dafa is Good.”

The police stopped us, and dragged us to the police station. I saw many Falun Dafa practitioners through the iron bars on the windows on the south side of the corridor. The police wanted to know where we came from, but we refused to tell them.

I told one of the officers who were interrogating us, “Because our Master teaches us how to be good people and beconsiderate of others, if we told you where we came from, then the government officials in our areas would be fired. We came to Tiananmen because we wanted to let people know that Falun Dafa is good, and not like what the propaganda states on television.”

I told him that practicing Falun Dafa helped me gain good health, and that all I did was to study the Fa and do the five sets of exercises. The person listened quietly then said, “Do it at home. Why come to Beijing?” He then left.

I walked out into the corridor, and met a young Dafa practitioner. She suggested that we leave the place because we came to validate the Fa. I told her that it wouldn't be easy because there were police everywhere. She then recited a quote from Master, 

“Getting arrested is not the purpose.” (“Rationality,” Essentials for Further Advancement II)

I nodded in agreement, and we headed outside. A police officer walked by me, but I didn't even look at him.

I arrived home safely under Master's protection.

Guarding My Xinxing

I didn't have a fixed address between 1999 and 2000. Because I persisted in practicing my faith, my work unit frequently transferred me to remote areas, from one place to another. Regardless of where I was moved to, and how unfairly I was treated, I didn't try to solve the problem by using human thinking. I instead tried to conduct myself based on the standards of the Fa.

When Falun Dafa was banned in China, my work unit transferred me to a very remote area. The first manager was female, with a strong personality. She was scared whenever a Falun Dafa practitioner was transferred to her unit because she was worried that her personal gains would be in jeopardy, and that the reputation of the unit would be affected.

The manager seldom went home, but on the rare occasions that she did, she arranged for someone to monitor me. She forced me to live in the attic of the office. When I arrived there in the summer, there was a leak in the roof. So when it rained, I had to use many containers to catch the water.

There was no toilet in the office, which was very inconvenient. I also had to get drinking water from a well in the courtyard. I once tried to carry a bucket of water to the third floor, but slipped on the stairs, and fell. The bucket broke, and I got soaked. It was very embarrassing, but I didn't complain. I continued to endure the hardship, because I knew they wanted to force me to give up my faith. But a cultivator's belief can't be so easily washed away.

The manager often came to talk to me. She once said something disrespectful about Dafa and Master, and I responded without hesitation. I told her that it's a sin to slander Buddha and the Fa. I also told her to tell me directly if I did something inappropriate. I said I could respect her, but when it came to Dafa, I wouldn't budge. She was angry, whacked the table, and said, “If you continue to be like this, your family would be ruined, and your son won't be able to go to a university.”

I whacked the table, and said, “It's people like you who made my family situation like this. My son will go to a university - a good one!”

As soon as I finished talking, I realized that I had demonstrated a mentality of competitiveness. I immediately apologized to her for responding this way. I said that my Master would not have approved of my behavior.

To my surprise, she changed her tone and started talking calmly. She said that she also had an attitude problem. Years later, I clarified the truth to her whole family, and helped them to quit the CCP and its youth organizations.

“Your Master Is So Powerful!”

I got fired after my trip to Beijing, but I was retained for one year so they could monitor me. Although I received some living expenses, I received no benefits and was expected to work normal hours.

I had no complaints and still worked hard, for Dafa teaches me to cultivate my mind, and be considerate of others. My conduct would show that I was a Dafa practitioner.

My father, who was in his late 70s, made a special trip to see me in 2001. Along with my husband, they suggested that I write a guarantee statement, promising to stop practicing Falun Dafa.

My father said sternly, “If you don’t listen to me and don’t write it, you are no longer my daughter.”

My family knew that Falun Dafa was good, especially since I had recovered from all my illnesses after I stepped into the practice. I certainly didn’t want them to worry about me, and I didn’t want to see them being threatened by the CCP.

I looked at my father and sincerely said, “You’re a great father, and you can choose not to recognize me as your daughter. But you will always be my father. You know that writing this guarantee is against my conscience, and against my respect for heaven and earth. It would be regarded as a betrayal of my Teacher, and I will not do it! The path I’m walking is the most righteous. It’s not wrong that I learned Dafa. The CCP is persecuting Falun Dafa. Please don’t ever stand on their side and say something against your conscience! Didn’t you always teach me to be an upright person?”

My father broke out in tears and replied, “I know you haven’t done anything wrong. But you’re too harsh on yourself since you chose to take this path! Aren’t you afraid that your husband will divorce you?”

“He won't.” I said. “But, if he wants to, he can. If he leaves me when I’m in a most difficult situation, wouldn’t that show that he's not reliable? Besides, I don’t think he’s that kind of person. He’s just scared of the CCP.”

I continued, “The path I’m walking is just like how Tang monk and his disciples walked to the west to obtain the scriptures. Although Tang monk couldn't ensure his own safety, his determination to obtain the scriptures was firm, and nothing could move his heart. The Monkey King, Bodhisattvas, and Tathagatas were all protecting him.”

My father asked, “Can your Master protect you?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed. “But I must do well. If I don’t, my Master won't be able to. My current tribulations are already quite large. Please don’t make it harder for me. If you still recognize me as your daughter, please help me.”

My father asked, “How?”

I replied, “Please go home. If the police try and make you come to see me again, don’t come. Let me handle them by myself.”

My father went home reluctantly. Within a few days, my problems at work were resolved. When my father found out, he happily said, “Your master is so powerful!”

My Father-in-law Now Believes in Gods

I rode my motorcycle to work one night in the winter of 2001. When I passed Wutai Mountain and approached a sharp turn called the Cow Lock, I was driving too fast and flew off the road. I wasn’t scared though. It was like sitting on a slide and I slid down from a very high place. My mind was blank, and I didn’t move.

I ended up underneath a bridge. I asked Master for help.

I slowly climbed up the steep slope and walked along the road. I don’t know how long it took, but I finally came to a house. A kind person helped to call my husband. He and a driver came quickly. He wanted to take me to the hospital, but I just wanted to go home.

It was already very late when we got home my face was covered in blood, and my whole body felt numb. I couldn’t move my leg that night, and couldn't turn over in bed. 

My father-in-law checked my face the next day and said that it looked fine. He couldn't see any wounds, and exclaimed, “It’s really amazing!”

When my husband and my father-in-law came back from fetching my motorcycle, my father-in-law said, “I don’t know if your head is made of iron or steel. The front of your helmet has sheered off, but your head is okay. Unbelievable...I’ve never believed that gods exist, but now I truly believe they do!”

I went back to work a week later.

Once again, my family witnessed the power of Dafa and Master’s immense compassion!