(Minghui.org) Soon after I took up Falun Dafa cultivation practice in 2009, I started to clarify the truth of the practice along with veteran practitioners. I didn’t consider myself a new practitioner, I felt I was just doing what Master Li Hongzhi asked true Dafa practitioners to do. 

With the guidance of the Fa and Master constantly looking after me, I gradually became more considerate, more mature, and more confident in my personal cultivation and truth-clarification efforts, during the past ten years.

Child of Poor Farmers: Surviving, but Facing Misery

I was born in the winter of 1960, during the Great Chinese Famine when tens of millions of Chinese died of hunger. My parents could barely provide for my six older siblings with our small plot of farmland. Malnourished, my mother didn’t produce any milk after I was born and didn’t think I would survive. She threw me in the pigpen, but, strangely, the pigs were more interested in pushing straw onto me than eating me.

My 12-year-old sister came home from working in the fields and asked to see her new baby sister. When she found out where I was, she got me out of the pigpen. I was barely breathing, and my entire body was black and purple because of the cold. My sister unbuttoned her jacket and put me against her belly to warm me. I survived, thanks to my sister. The villagers said that I was not an ordinary child and that it was my destiny to live.

To feed his family, my father stole a sack of rice. He was caught and sentenced to a year in prison. This made it difficult for my mother to feed our family.

Instead of taking classes during my three years of middle school, we did construction work and built new classrooms. When I graduated, I still couldn’t read fluently and was semi-literate.

Then, walking away from an accident unhurt when I was 17 proved to the villagers even more that I was special. I was hit by a truck when riding my bike. The driver slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. I fell down, got caught in the truck tire, and was dragged for more than 20 meters before the truck came to a halt. People who saw what happened couldn’t believe their eyes as they watched me climb out from under the truck unscathed.

Trapped in an Abusive Marriage

When I was of age, I married, but my husband started beating me only a few days after our wedding. Besides hitting and kicking me, he also stabbed me with scissors. The wounds were sometimes so deep that they festered, with pus oozing out. The beatings didn’t ease up, even when I became pregnant.

He abused me in many ways. Yet I stayed with him because of our two sons and the hope that he would change. However, as the kids got older and started their own families, my husband became even worse. After 30 years in an abusive marriage, I decided that I had had enough.

I tried to starve myself to death, but my older son took me to his home in the city. I quickly recovered due to my son and daughter-in-law’s care.

When my husband showed up to take me home, I said no. I was a stubborn person with a strong personality. I had never in my youth admitted defeat to anyone and was not afraid of anything. Nobody bullied me until I married my husband. I had had enough—I made up my mind to leave him.

Obtaining the Fa

I moved to a small island near Dalian City and found a job as a deckhand on a fishing boat. My plan was to commit suicide by jumping into the ocean when the opportunity arose. But things turned around before I executed my plan.

I ran into a Falun Dafa (also known as Falun Gong) practitioner who told me about the practice. She explained why the government’s campaign against the spiritual practice is wrong and helped me quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP).

She told me that the more than 30 families who are native to this island all practiced Falun Dafa. She took out a copy of the book Zhuan Falun and said, “This is a book of the heavens. You can read it and tell me if you like it.”

I had never heard about Falun Dafa. It was 2009. The practice had spread throughout the world, and the persecution in China had been going on for a decade. But I had been preoccupied with my dysfunctional marriage and was blind and deaf to things outside my tiny little world. I was tormented physically and mentally and didn’t have the luxury of sitting down and reading a book. Or maybe it just hadn’t been my time.

I didn’t have the heart to say no to the friendly practitioner, so I took the book and started flipping through the pages. The practitioner’s daughter stopped me, “Ma'am, this book is a book from the heavens. If you want to read it, then start from the beginning and don’t skip any pages. If you don’t want to read it, then please put it down.” I looked at her, turned to page one, and started reading. I finished three lectures in one sitting.

After I returned to my place, I realized that I had read the book all afternoon, but I still didn’t know what it was called, nor could I remember the name of it. I couldn’t recall what I'd read either. As I tried to remember, I fell asleep. It was the best night of sleep I’d had in a long time.

The next day was very windy and we couldn’t go fishing. I went back to the practitioner’s home and continued to read Zhuan Falun. When I got tired, I raised my voice, and the little girl corrected me whenever I made a mistake without having to look at the book. I thought, “Wow, this kid is so smart.”

I finished the entire book that day. I realized that the book was teaching people how to be good people. However, I still couldn’t remember the details clearly. The little girl said it was a book from the heavens, but what is a book from the heavens? The more I didn’t know, the more I wanted to find out. I decided to borrow the book.

When I opened the book at home that night, I was stunned. There weren’t any characters—they had all turned into people who were bustling about; there was a whole world in the book. I closed the book to calm my mind. I rubbed my eyes and opened the book again—the same scene.

What was happening? It was a book with Chinese characters the day before and yesterday. How did this happen? It was magical. The little girl said it was a book from the heavens, so were these people immortals? I had to get a copy of this book. I should have a copy, otherwise the book would not have revealed the secret world to me.

I went to the practitioner’s home carrying Zhuan Falun with both hands and told her that I wanted it. She asked how much I was willing to pay for it.” I said, “There’s a price printed on the back, but I know that this book is hard to come by. However much you want I will pay, even if it is 1,000 yuan. I have to have this book.” She smiled, “Take it then. If you like it, then keep it. If you don’t want it anymore, please give it back.” 

Guided by the Fa

After reading Zhuan Falun diligently, the book has on many occasions revealed the deeper meaning of the Fa to me and guided me through many obstacles. 

After I obtained the Fa, I experienced the power of Falun Dafa every single day. On the third day Master cleansed my body. Despite having to use the bathroom more than 12 times, I didn’t feel sick, but instead light and wonderful. The next day I worked on the fishing boat and didn’t have to use the bathroom at all. I was all better without medication or injections. The practitioner told me that Master was purifying my body.

When I stepped on my cultivation path, I didn’t know about paying respect to Master and the Fa, anything about cultivation or qigong, nor how to cultivate. I just did what Master tells us to do in Zhuan Falun—I didn’t have to think and just did what Master said in Zhuan Falun.

Returning Home as a Full-Fledged Practitioner

My husband eventually found out where I was and came to take me home. I told him that I wanted to practice Falun Dafa, to which he first said no. After I told him that I would divorce him, he agreed that I could cultivate.

I then handed over control of all family affairs to my husband and stopped fighting with him. This would have never happened before—I was the alpha in the family and had to have control over everything. Whatever I said was final.

I clarified the truth and explained how it improves people’s moral character. I told them to remember “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” and helped everyone in my family quit the CCP.

My sisters-in-law teased me, “The only thing you ever talk about anymore is Falun Dafa is good. Nothing else.” I said, “Of course. Dafa has changed me inside out. It is truly remarkable!”

My brother-in-law commented, “My sister-in-law [me] has changed completely since she started practicing Falun Dafa – she is much nicer now.”

I followed the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance not only in my thoughts but also in my actions, strived to change my temper, and became more considerate.

As I continued studying the Fa, I realized that all the suffering in my life was caused by my karma. I needed to pay back what I owed. I also enlightened to many other principles. My celestial eye opened. Dafa also gave me many supernormal abilities, and as soon as I entered trance in meditation, I could see Master’s law bodies.

Master showed me scenes from other dimensions and showed me my predestined relationship with my husband. In one of our previous lives, I was the reason why he was imprisoned. I saw his cuffed hands with my celestial eye. No wonder he is so violent toward me—I have to repay my debt to him.

Master saved me, cleansed me, eliminated karma for me, and is watching over and protecting me all the time.

(To be Continued)