(Minghui.org) I am a 25-year-old Falun Dafa practitioner. I came into contact with Dafa when I was a child. My mother is a practitioner, but my father is not. When I was six, my parents divorced because of the stresses caused by the Chinese Communist Party's (CCP) persecution of Dafa practitioners.

I lived with my father and only saw my mom when school was closed for the holidays. When we were together, she didn't ask me to do the exercises, but she did read the book Zhuan Falun to me and asked me to cultivate my xinxing. Because I wasn't doing the exercises and only read the book from time to time, I didn't feel that I was really cultivating,

Probably because I obtained the Fa fairly easily, I didn't really treasure it. Although I knew deep down that cultivation was a serious matter, I didn't pay a lot of attention to it. Even so, I was cultivating my xinxing by following the requirements I learned from Zhuan Falun.

I encountered many trivial things in my day-to-day life that tested my xinxing. However, they were so minor that I passed the tests easily by adjusting myself and didn't pay much attention to them. When a big test did come along, it was a real wake-up call. Although it happened four years ago, I can still vividly recall what happened to my mom.

I was about to graduate from college. My mother was living by herself, and because we lived in different cities and were quite far away from each other, she called me every day to stay in touch. Since school was almost over, I was waiting until the Chinese New Year to visit her.

Since I was a child, I could sense many things that would happen in the future. One day I felt an uneasiness that seemed to be related to my mother. But because we talked on the phone regularly and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, I didn't follow up on my feeling.

One evening, I couldn't get in touch with my mother even though I'd spoken with her earlier in the day. I began to panic because she didn't pick up the phone, and I had no other way to reach her. I got very worried but couldn't ask for leave from work because I was in an internship and had taken over from someone who had just quit.

A few days later a friend of my mother's left me an urgent message for me to go see her as soon as I could. I knew that something bad had happened. I quickly asked my manager for leave, bought a ticket, and flew out that same night.

Other family members called me to try to comfort me and asked me to stay calm no matter what happened, but I couldn't. I was totally stressed out and was desperate to see my mom.

But by keeping my thoughts on Dafa and believing in Master, I gradually managed to calm down. It was as if I was surrounded by something and I began to feel composed and secure. I got off the plane, and after traveling for a couple of hours, I finally arrived at her home at 3 a.m.

Her front door was open, and she was lying in bed with a fever. When I called her name, she opened her eyes but didn't say a word, as if she didn't know me. I felt at a loss and began to wonder how many days she had been like this. It was such a sharp contrast.

After a few minutes, she seemed to recognize me. She said my name, then fell asleep again. At that time, however, I didn't have any feelings like sadness. I felt surprisingly calm, because I knew she would be fine. She is a practitioner, and she had been assisting Master to save sentient beings. Many people have learned the truth about Dafa through her. If she were to leave like this, others would lose the chance to be saved—that should not happen.

It could have been that, because my thoughts were free from an ordinary person's sentimentality and were very righteous that, in this life and death trial, my mom eventually made a breakthrough.

Over the following few days I cared for my mother around the clock. I read Zhuan Falun to her and sent righteous thoughts. I was afraid to fall asleep at night and wanted to keep an eye on her in case she needed help getting to the washroom. When I was really tired, I just took a quick nap lying down by her feet.

During the daytime, other practitioners came and read Zhuan Falun to her. She leaned over in the bed with no emotion on her face. I had to feed my mother her meals and help her drink.

When the other practitioners left, it was after dark and her fever came back. I could see that her room was filled with specters from other dimensions. They came in from the balcony, were dark in color, and occupied the entire room. I was a bit scared and kept sending righteous thoughts to eliminate them.

That night, when I was just about to lie down for a nap, I saw two big snakes on top of her, pressing down, with their eyes gazing at me.

I was dumbfounded. I opened my eyes and automatically pulled on my mom's arm. It was so hot that I quickly dropped it. After that, both of my arms became freezing cold right down to my bones.

I quickly sat down and sent righteous thoughts. But no matter how hard I tried, my righteous thoughts were too weak. I was worried, though I understood that this was caused by interference from rotten substances in other dimensions. However, I couldn't help asking my mom, “Do you want to go to the hospital? You are so hot.”

Even though she was not really conscious, she told me very firmly that, as a practitioner, one didn't have any illness and one didn't need to go to the hospital. So I dropped the idea of taking her to the hospital.

Seeing how steadfast she was in her cultivation made me feel a bit ashamed. After that, I called another practitioner to join me in sending righteous thoughts for her. Through our joint efforts, which turned out to be very powerful, I calmed down again, and after sweating a lot, my mother's fever broke.

In the next few days, she continued to improve. Seeing that she could eat by herself, I handed her Zhuan Falun so she could read for herself. At first, when she finished one sentence, she forgot about reading the next one. Despite that, I still let her read along with me time after time.

Before this tribulation, she did the exercises every day. But this tribulation made her sleep a lot and left no time for the exercises. Just reading the book was far from enough for her, so I thought that I would encourage her to do the exercises with me.

However, after so many years, I had forgotten how to do them. So I pulled at her hands and asked her to show me. She lifted up her arms to do the second exercise, and her body began to shake. After only a couple of minutes, she was totally soaked with sweat. When she couldn't hold her arms up any longer, she sat down again, but I pulled her up and asked her to carry on.

She eventually managed to show me all five exercises. From then on, we practiced every day and read the Fa together. After a week, her mental state improved greatly as well. Her fever was completely gone, and though her body was still a bit weak, she managed to read Zhuan Falun.

She recovered from being so ill in a short period of time, without going to the hospital, or taking any medication, because of the power of Dafa. Practitioners said that this was a manifestation of the miraculousness of Dafa. I know that benevolent Master saved my mother. Thank you, Master!

Through this experience, I felt that I had also elevated a lot. Though I didn't get much sleep over those days, I was always in good spirits. I felt my body was light and not tired. I also became more diligent in my cultivation. This experience made me realize that this was not only a trial for my mom but also for me.

Every practitioner needs to immerse themselves in the Fa and let go of their attachments. Any attachment might impact others as well. How do you treat the problems you encounter? What kind of attachments do you have? None of these things are trivial.

If I were attached to my family and couldn't let go of ordinary people's sentimentality, I could have been taken advantaged of by the old forces even more, and my tribulations would have been more serious. That would have left a chance for my mom to leave me for good.

We must solidly cultivate ourselves and do the things we are supposed to do well and let go of any attachments in the human world.