An edited article originally from pureinsight.org

(Clearwisdom.net)

On October 25 2002, over one thousand five hundred disciples of the Lord of Buddhas, either holding Falun Dafa banners or wearing yellow T-shirts that read "Zhen-Shan-Ren" ["Truth -Compassion-Tolerance"], solemnly gathered in the Tonkawa Falls Park and along the nearby roads in the township of Crawford in Texas, the United States of America. The dark clouds were hanging very low and the ill wind was blowing piercingly chilly. The disciples of the Lord of Buddhas, either sitting or standing, with calm hearts and upright palms, silently recited our honorable Teacher's evil-eradicating verses and intensively sent forth righteous thoughts. Although everyday people could neither see nor hear anything in this dimension, fierce battles between the righteous and evil were taking place in other dimensions.

When I was sending forth righteous thoughts, with my Celestial Eye I saw a blue streak of light like a sword, and it was rushing into the distance like a shooting star. Sometime in the afternoon, when I once again sent forth righteous thoughts, I suddenly noticed that the blue streak of light was blocked by something. I couldn't send it as far into the distance as before. With my Celestial Eye, I saw an old man standing in front of me, with his left side facing me. He had white hair, a white beard, a very dark copper-like complexion, a prominent forehead, and high cheekbones. In his right hand he held a walking stick that was slightly taller than he was. From where I stood, I could only see the top of the stick. His left hand was blocking the blue streak of light and stopping it from its course. Both of us refused to budge. Falun Dafa practitioners' righteous thoughts and supernormal abilities are so powerful that they can eliminate all the demons and evil beings that they encounter. So it shocked me that this old man was able to block my righteous thoughts with his hand without getting hurt. From his appearance, he did not seem to be an evil being. And his powerful supernormal ability suggested that he was a great God. I inquired loudly, "Who are you? Why are you blocking the righteous thoughts of the Lord of Buddhas' disciple?" He turned to me with a big smile, waved his stick slightly in his right hand, and very rapidly murmured something without making a sound. In a split second, his message arrived in my mind, "No matter who you are, it is my responsibility to stop you." Just then, a giant lotus flower suddenly appeared above and to my right. Teacher was sitting on it, and his body was as large as a mountain. The old man sensed Teacher's presence. So he hurried to turn to Teacher and salute him. Although I didn't hear anything, I felt that Teacher must have reprimanded him for his interference. The old man suddenly kneeled down and kowtowed to Teacher. Then he stood up immediately. With his two hands forming a respectful gesture, he let go of the blue streak of light. The blue streak of light was released and rushed forward again. Suddenly, the ground underneath the old man disappeared and he dropped like a stone at a tremendously high speed. Things happened so fast and totally surprised me. The old man had fallen far below before I recovered from the initial shock. His face soon became a blur. The only thing that I could see was his arms waving desperately. It was very clear that he was asking for help and mercy. At that moment, a thought of compassion arose in my heart and I couldn't bear to see him falling down like that. So I rushed downwards and went after him. It took me a while to get within five or six feet above him, where I called out loudly, "You can still return to heaven if you cultivate diligently from now on!" When he heard me, he lifted his face in pain and panic. It was an unbearable sight. When he understood my words, he seemed to be in less pain and a slight sense of relief showed on his face. However, I had absolutely no idea about where he had gone. If he had been sent to hell, I doubt he would be given any further chance to cultivate. After I finished sending forth righteous thoughts, I found that I was in tears. My heart was overwhelmed by deep sorrow. I thought about it for a long time. Here, I want to share what I saw with all fellow practitioners in order to encourage each other to continue sending forth righteous thoughts together. And I want to share what I saw with all Gods in order to ask them to be careful, to leave the evil side and join the righteous, and to assist with the Fa-rectification.

"Shen" in Chinese means God; "Shang" means dying young. The fall of a god from heaven can be likened to the idea of a human being dying young. It is sad to see a fellow practitioner falling behind, just as it is sorrowful and pitiful to see a God falling down: it is essentially the same thing.