Recovering from HIV

(Minghui.org) In 2008 I was diagnosed with Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV) at age 55. The doctor told me that there was no cure, but that if I took medication, my life could be extended.

However, in 2015 I began practicing Falun Dafa, and the HIV symptoms disappeared. When I was tested for HIV in 2018, the results showed that the virus was no longer present. I am now strong and have a happy life.

I Become Infected with HIV

Around 2006, I went to work in Guangdong Province. While I was away from home, my husband slept with a prostitute.

After working for a year, I returned home to look after my grandson. Shortly after my return, my health quickly began to deteriorate. I had gone through menopause while I was only in my 40s, but first realized that that something was wrong was when I experienced bleeding at age 54.

Over time, I experienced bleeding and a foul-smelling discharge. I itched and had thumb-sized lumps that bled when I scratched them. I couldn't eat or sleep, felt weak, and couldn't even lift a hoe to work in the field.

One day, my niece accompanied me to the hospital for an exam. The results showed that I had HIV. This news hit me like a thunderbolt. My elder sister heard the news and burst into tears.

The doctor said that my husband must have HIV as well and asked me to bring him in for an exam. Sure enough, my husband had it, too. We started taking prescribed drugs to control the virus.

Misfortune after Misfortune

In 2012, my right leg felt weak and I couldn't stand up straight. I then fell down the stairs and broke my leg. To make things worse, I was also in a car accident shortly after and broke my left leg. Both my legs were severely injured within a year!

The pain caused by the HIV had afflicted me greatly, and I knew that searching for a cure was hopeless. But now I was also disabled with two injured legs. To top it off, I still had to find a way to work in the fields despite my poor health.

Things got even worse from there. In 2013, my son went to work out of town and died in an accident. In 2015, my suffering reached the extreme when my husband died of AIDS. I realized that this was my fate, and knew my life wouldn't get any better.

My face was swollen and dark, and I was short and small with lame legs and a humpback. Everyone said that I would not live long, and maybe I wouldn’t have had I not found Falun Dafa.

The Miracle of Cultivating Dafa

In October of 2015, I met my cousin at the town hospital when I went to see a doctor after I broke my wrist. She told me, “You should sincerely recite 'Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.' These words are infinitely powerful.”

She told me this with such confidence. “Recite it sincerely,” she said, “and you will be all right.”

When she'd told me this before, I disagreed with her. But now that my situation was hopeless, I began to sincerely recite these words after returning home: “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” In a few days, my wrist hurt less.

With the lessening of my pain, I made up my mind to practice Falun Dafa like my cousin. I immediately began participating in a group to study the teachings. Just as I entered the door of cultivation, Master Li Hongzhi [the founder of Falun Dafa] purified my body! One of the first things I noticed was that my body seemed to refuse any medications.

For example, the pills I took for HIV caused me to gag when I put them in my mouth; I knew I would throw up if I swallowed them. Also, I could smell something very foul when I saw the medicine that others in the hospital were holding.

After about a week of studying the Fa, my legs didn't hurt, and I could stand and walk without a cane. The HIV symptoms got weaker and weaker. I became stronger and could work in the field without much difficulty.

One day, my cousin's daughter saw how much better I looked, and she was amazed. She asked her mother what had happened. Her mother said, “That is the power of Dafa!”

Learning to Read and Maintaining Virtue

I was born in a poor rural area and was illiterate. That meant that, at first, I couldn't read the precious Dafa books with the group when we studied together.

I was very anxious that I could hold such a treasure in my hands but couldn't read it. I asked my grandson to teach me to read, but my daughter-in-law stopped me since she was afraid that her son's future might be impacted if I was persecuted [Editor's note: In the Chinese Communist Party's nearly 20-year persecution of Falun Dafa, as part of the Party's implication policy, even people who don't practice may suffer persecution if a family member practices Dafa].

When others read the Fa, I listened attentively and stared at each and every word in the book. After I finished my work, I would listen to Master's audio lectures. No matter how busy I was, I always found time to participate in the group Fa study. My body and mind were immersed in cultivation.

I often walked over a mile to find other practitioners in nearby towns to exchange cultivation experiences. I was eager to learn to read a few words through them if they had time to teach me.

Now I can read many parts of Zhuan Falun without help. Through Fa study, I came to understand some important principles: Cultivation requires eliminating karma, and Master purifies the bodies of true disciples. I also understood that, in practicing Dafa, one must value virtue and become a person with a high moral standard, a person who is even more virtuous than good people.

After my son passed away, my daughter-in-law re-married but still lived in my house. She found a job, so the work in the fields and the raising of the piglets at home were my sole responsibilities. I worked hard to maintain our home, but she was never happy with me. Once, I even fell from a high place, and she pretended not to see me.

One hot day, I came in from the field to find that she had thrown away my fan. She'd also thrown away my shoes that hung under the eaves. The bad things she did to me were countless, and I resented and hated her. For a long time, I felt angry and upset and couldn't reconcile with her.

Sometimes I couldn't swallow one of her insults and fought with her. After practicing Dafa, however, I knew that it was essential for a practitioner to be tolerant. No matter how badly she treated me, I needed to treat her with compassion. I now have no trouble treating her with genuine sincerity and kindness every day.

It was Dafa that removed the stone in my heart. I have eliminated my attachments of resentment and indignation and now my mind is brighter and more relaxed.

The Miracle

Master said:

“Once you upgrade your xinxing, your body will undergo a great change. Upon xinxing improvement, the matter in your body is guaranteed to transform.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun)

After practicing Dafa for about a year, and with the improvement of my xinxing, Master pushed out the bigger sickness karma from the deeper layers of my body.

One day, hard, itchy, painful lumps of all sizes bulged up on my chest, lower abdomen, back, thighs, calves, and arms. Large green and purple bruises also appeared.

My mind was stable, however, and I was not afraid at all. I knew that Master was eliminating karma for his disciple, and after about a week, all these symptoms disappeared.

From 2016 to 2018, the symptoms of karma elimination like that occurred three times, with each occurrence being less intense than the previous. The third one occurred in January of 2018. For that one, there were only bruises and no lumps on my skin, although there was blood in my urine. It was an amazing experience of karma elimination, to say the least.

In December 2018, I went to a hospital for another HIV test. The test showed that I was completely free of the virus.

Since I started practicing Dafa in October 2015, I have not taken any medicine, yet I have had unexpected good health. This is the greatness of Dafa! It is Master's compassion! It is also the result of improving morality.

My personal experience tells me that relying on modern technology to solve such problems as HIV only provides temporary relief, not a cure. To return to ancient Chinese traditions and value virtue is humanity's only hope.