Life Renewed by Dafa

(Minghui.org) I am 63 years old and started to practice Falun Dafa in 1996. A few days ago, I told a fellow practitioner about how I obtained the Fa, and he said that I should write about it. Due to his encouragement, I decided to write down the story of my cultivation.

A Life of Suffering

I used to be a delinquent teenager, who stole, robbed, and fought. After I got married, I suffered from a variety of ailments, such as migraines, heart disease, a pulmonary hemorrhage, bladder stones, and a herniated disc. Those ailments made me feel I would be better off dead. When I was 32, I was operated on for the herniated disc, but after the operation, my right calf atrophied and I couldn’t bend over. I was paralyzed in bed for a year. My wife had to take care of me every day.

My wife and I had a small business at that time, but because I was sick I couldn’t work, so I had to hire someone. Seeing that my health was not good and that I had to hire someone to work every day, I told my wife, “Let’s get divorced, I don’t want to be a burden on you. You married me, but you don’t have a good life. Take our child and find a good person to marry. I will kill myself.” My wife cried all day long.

Obtaining Dafa

When our family was desperate, my aunt came and said that it would be good for me to learn Falun Dafa. I said that the doctors couldn’t cure me, could I really get better by doing exercises? I didn’t believe it. My wife was open to the idea and persuaded me to try it.

So my wife and I went with my aunt to a practitioner’s house. I watched a video of Master’s teachings, and then the practitioner taught me to meditate. I couldn’t bend my right leg at all. I told them that I couldn’t do it, so they advised me to take my time. When I got home, I told my wife that I couldn’t learn this practice, because I couldn’t cross my legs. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I got up and tried to cross my legs again. This time, I was all of sudden able to do it, and my legs and back didn’t hurt anymore. I jumped from the bed to the floor and from the floor to the bed. I told my wife that my legs and back were fine, that the practice was really amazing, and that Master Li Hongzhi was divine. I said that I would definitely practice Dafa.

My wife was afraid that my legs were not healed, so she asked me to stop jumping. I said, “Wait here. I will show you that I can carry 100 pounds of water.” I was cured of all my ailments. I can’t say how happy I was. I thanked Master from the bottom of my heart for saving me.

During the first few days when I tried to read the Dafa book, I got a migraine and couldn’t open my eyes. I just wanted to sleep, so I slept with the Dafa book on my pillow.

Because I was illiterate, I couldn’t really even read the book. I made a lot of notes. I made note of the words I didn’t know, wrote them down on notes, and put the notes in the book. My wife and daughter helped me read and write. In about six months, I knew all the words in the Dafa book.

In the beginning, I couldn’t cross my legs for long. I was sweating and in pain when I meditated. I persisted and refused to take my legs down. No matter how painful it was, I gritted my teeth and insisted. I was in such pain that I shook like a leaf, but I still didn’t take my legs down. My neighbor’s six-year-old was naughty. When he saw me meditating, he put a bug down my shirt. The bug scurried around on my back, but I sat there still and didn’t take my legs down. Finally, the bug crawled out of my clothes on its own.

Happy Times

My ailments were cured, and my wife, my three sisters, and my two brothers-in-law all started to cultivate. Many people in my village saw that I had been healed and was able to walk, so they also started to practice. Over 30 people in my village practiced. My house became a practice site, and I was a local contact person.

I thought that I should let more people know about such a good practice, so I bought a cassette player and two loudspeakers and went to the farmers market. Over 100 fellow practitioners were practicing and spreading the Fa around me. At the market, the Industrial and Commercial Bureau assigned me a booth, where I hung up display boards with Master’s portrait and photos of Master teaching abroad, put a loudspeaker next to them and attracted many people. I told them about my own experience. The police later saw that my booth was crowded and came over to find out what was happening. They didn’t see a problem and left.

I also bought a van to help spread the Fa. I drove to surrounding villages with my equipment and fellow practitioners, and many people obtained the Fa. At that time, I did the exercises every day, read the books, and spread the Fa. I was really happy!

Not long after I’d started to practice, fellow practitioners and I were on our way home from spreading the Fa, when it felt as if the car was speeding so fast that I couldn’t stop it. It was almost as if we were flying, and I was petrified. It seemed that it took only a second for us to get home from that village. The car stopped right in front of the house. I didn’t understand that I had traveled through another dimension until I had cultivated for many years.

When I was buying wood one time, I saw a small, indescribably beautiful lotus flower on the wood. When I went to the other side of the pile, so did the lotus flower. It followed me wherever I went! As soon as I tried to grab it, the flower disappeared. I thought that it was really amazing.

I once had the symptoms of shingles on my chest and back. I couldn’t sleep for 12 days, but I had plenty of energy. I couldn’t let the seat belt touch my body, but I still drove out to spread Dafa. Twelve days later, the symptoms disappeared, leaving no scars at all. Another time I couldn’t urinate and was in pain. About 10 days later, I passed some sand-like things, and then I no longer had bladder stones.

Validating Dafa

In July 1999, when I saw that Dafa and Master were being slandered, I cried. How could they defame such a good Fa and such a good Master? They really couldn’t distinguish between good and bad. I wanted to appeal for Dafa and tell them that Dafa is righteous and that Master is the best. Three other practitioners and I went to Tiananmen Square and were arrested and locked us up for a month. The police interrogated me for 13 days, hung me up, prevented me from sleeping, and demanded to know who’d organized the appeal. I was not afraid at all; I just believed that what I did was right, so why did they arrest me?

I said that no one organized it, that it was all voluntary. After I returned home, I went to plant wheat in the mountains. Someone from the police station told me that I would be sent to a forced labor camp for three years. I thought to myself, “Three years? Your words don’t count. I’ll be back in a year and a half.” It turned out to be no more, no less. I really came back due to a medical parole after a year and a half. Back then, I didn’t understand that I should have denied this persecution entirely and not been held in the labor camp for even one day.

When I was in the labor camp, they made us watch the staged Tiananmen Square self-immolation. I said that it was a fake, that it was all staged, I was locked up in a small cell for 17 days and handcuffed. My legs were swollen, and I was deprived of sleep for seven days. I couldn’t endure the torture. More than 200 people had renounced Dafa in there. I was lonely, so I agreed to do so, too. I deeply regretted it. I later asked a practitioner to help me write a solemn statement and sent it to Minghui.org.

I didn’t work in the labor camp. I told them I wasn’t here to work. I told them what kind of ailments I’d had before I became a practitioner. I said they could check my medical records to see if what I said was right. They didn’t check my records, but no one asked me to work anymore.

When I was in the labor camp for almost a year and a half, I began to feel dizzy, and my blood pressure was high. The labor camp was frightened and gave me medical parole. After I returned home, the police and the village committee monitored me for another year and a half. I was not afraid at all. I didn’t care and just focused on what I should do. Someone in the village told me secretly not to wander around because somone was watching me at this and that place. I didn’t take it to heart. I still went out to make deliveries. When people from the police station followed me, I ignored them.

I am very grateful to Master for saving me and giving me a healthy body. Because of Master, a troubled young man who fought, smoked, and drank became a better person as a cultivator. Because of Master, I was reborn and had the honor of becoming a Dafa disciple in the Fa-rectification period. Thank you, Master, for your mercy and salvation!