(Minghui.org) I am 75 years old and began practicing Falun Dafa in 1998. My life has been relatively easy, and at every pivotal stage, I have received help and guidance. All of this stems from my predestined connection with Falun Dafa—it is Falun Dafa that has illuminated my life. I would like to share some of my cultivation experiences.
When I reached marriageable age, my aunt consulted a fortuneteller, who said that I would marry a military officer and help transfer him from a remote posting to a location closer to home. As it turned out, both marriage proposals I received came from the same person—a soldier.
After we married, my husband was often away, and I shouldered the responsibilities of working, caring for my in-laws, and raising our child largely on my own. A friend once asked, “Why don’t you request a transfer for your husband?” I doubted such a request would be approved. Soon afterward, however, I met an elderly woman by chance. We felt an immediate connection, and she helped arrange my husband’s transfer closer to home. Later, she moved to Beijing, and I still visited her and helped her withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations. This was clearly a predestined relationship.
In the 1980s and 1990s, when qigong was popular, I tried practicing several forms, but none seemed effective. In 1998, a relative told me there was a Falun Dafa lecture being held near a cinema. I took my child with me. It turned out to be a video of Master Li’s lectures. I felt so sleepy that I could barely keep my eyes open, yet I clearly heard every word he said. By the third day, while still dozing during the lecture, I felt a wheel spinning inside me.
That evening, while doing the exercises at home, I heard loud banging sounds and saw what appeared to be a picture of someone with curly hair on the furniture. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a prism from a flashlight. It was astonishing. The next day, I went to a bookstore and was fortunate enough to buy the last available set of Dafa books.
After reading Zhuan Falun, I understood why I had fallen asleep during the lectures—it was Master purifying my body. From that point on, my insomnia disappeared, my duodenal ulcer healed, and all my other ailments vanished.
I took my child to school on my bicycle back then, and I always had to get off and push us up a steep hill. One day, I suddenly realized I could ride up the hill effortlessly, as if someone was pushing me from behind.
It has now been 27 years since I began practicing Falun Dafa. I have not been sick once and have not taken any medications.
I later came to understand that the spinning wheel I felt was the Falun Master had bestowed upon me and that the banging sounds were interference from negative elements accumulated during my earlier qigong practices. Master purified both my body and my environment. I saw Master’s fashen (law bodies) and personally experienced his boundless compassion. Master gave me the most precious gift—connecting me with Dafa and guiding my life.
I follow Master’s teachings and hold myself to the standards of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.
“You truly deserve the name”
I was the oldest member of my work team and always volunteered for the dirtiest and most strenuous tasks. Even when others were exhausted, I never felt tired, because I did all five exercises every day. Many temporary workers on the job engaged in gossip and backbiting. One day, shortly after I’d been chatting with them, I stumbled and took a bad fall. I realized Master was reminding me to guard my speech. From then on, I left as soon as I finished my tasks, avoiding unnecessary conflicts.
A coworker and I had to carry a 25-kilogram (55-pound) bucket of paint. She couldn’t lift it, so she dragged it along, accidentally ripping off my thumbnail. The team leader offered to drive me home, but I declined and rode my bike as usual.
When it was time for performance evaluations, there were two awards for excellence available. Many of my coworkers wanted to nominate me, but I suggested giving it to someone else. The team leader said, “You are the one who truly deserves it,” and later arranged an extra spot for me. Because of my conduct, many of my coworkers developed a positive impression of Falun Dafa and readily agreed to withdraw from the CCP.
No Longer in Pursuit of Gain
My husband once invested 120,000 yuan through a third party—a fellow villager we had known for years—and never got it back. This man, who later claimed the fundraiser had died, often complained of being broke and couldn’t even pay his phone bill. My husband helped him financially. Although we held all the contracts and would likely have won in court, I felt that everything happens for a reason—perhaps it was a debt from a past life. Friendship is more important than money. Years later, we made another investment and earned 130,000 yuan in one year. I realized this reflected the principle of “no loss, no gain.”
On another occasion, I put my watch in my jacket pocket when I went to the dentist, only to discover later that it was missing. After some time, I found it in a bag I had not opened in a long time.
After I went shopping one day, I put my bag on a nearby motorcycle seat while I retrieved my electric bike. I forgot my bag and left. When I realized what I’d done, I was nearly home. But I hurried back, fully expecting it to be gone. Yet my bag was still there, untouched. What a rare occurrence, since in China today, people even get the bags they are carrying stolen, let alone one that is unattended. It was highly possible that my bag wouldn’t be there, but I still went back to check. And it was!
Master said,
“... as a cultivator should follow the course of nature. If something is yours, you will not lose it. If something is not yours, you will not have it even if you fight for it.” (Lecture Seven, Zhuan Falun)
That is absolutely true. It’s just that we can’t let go of that desire for gain, so we feel pain.
Master Saved My Grandson
Since retiring, I have cared for my grandson every day. He could read Dafa books in kindergarten. We read Zhuan Falun together three times, and I taught him unfamiliar characters. He benefited greatly from Dafa and is exceptionally intelligent.
One day at noon, I read Zhuan Falun to him while he was ready for a nap, he said, “Grandma, you made 22 mistakes.” Another time he said I made 16 mistakes.
When he was about six years old, he developed a mild fever and suddenly lost consciousness. I knew only Master could save him. On the way to the hospital, I pinched his philtrum (groove on the upper lip) and repeatedly recited aloud, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” He regained consciousness before we arrived.
The doctor asked what I had done. I replied, “I recited ‘Falun Dafa is good.’” The doctor smiled and asked if such episodes ran in the family—my son-in-law had experienced something similar at the same age. Yet my grandson never had another episode. Today, he is a healthy, accomplished young man.
In 2015, when the policy of “all cases must be filed” was announced, I filed a lawsuit against Jiang Zemin (former dictator of the CCP) for persecuting Falun Gong practitioners and for the crime of live organ harvesting.
Soon afterward, the police summoned me, claiming it would be brief. However, once there, they refused to let me leave. After repeated requests, they let me pick up my grandson from school but ordered me to return afterward.
By 9 p.m. they still hadn’t let me go. Instead, they took me for a medical exam and then to the detention center. I was not afraid because I believed in Master.
One of them told the rest of the officers to leave, then he asked me, “Do you have high blood pressure? Is your heart rate too fast?” I didn’t answer. He said, “You can go home. Just don’t go out over the next 10 days. If they bring you in again, I won’t be able to help you.”
It was after 10 p.m by the time I got home, but that was not the end of it.
The incident really upset my family. One evening, the whole family got together, and my husband criticized me, “Why do you have to talk about the persecution and live organ harvesting,? It’s none of your business! They might kill you.”
I replied, “I don’t think so. If there is a murderer in our neighborhood, everyone, including you, worries. But he hasn’t killed you, so why are you worried?”
Then my husband asked my son-in-law to talk to me, but I said, “It’s my turn. Please don’t bring that Cultural Revolution nonsense into our family, turning kids against parents.” Tears streaming down my face, I continued, “While you were away all those years, I was the only one taking care of the elderly and the children. You can ask anything of me, but I will never give up my faith.”
When my son suggested I give away all my Falun Dafa books, I refused. He later apologized. I told him, “You will be blessed if you support my faith and believe Falun Dafa is good.” They didn’t realize that it is the Chinese Communist Party that they were scared of. They were afraid that I would be persecuted and they would be involved.
To be Master’s disciple in this lifetime is an honor beyond compare. I shall not fail in my duty.