August 6, 2003
(Clearwisdom.net)
I began Dafa cultivation with the help of veteran Dafa practitioners shortly before July 20, 1999. Cultivating in Dafa, I truly feel the preciousness of the Dafa books.
Master's words always echoed in my mind, "In cultivation of the Buddha Fa, you should strive forward vigorously" (Zhuan Falun). I read the book Zhuan Falun quietly over and over again with a tranquil mind, after clearing away all the distracting thoughts. I also hand copied the book repeatedly. I used all my possible time to do the three things well and did not slack off. I often went out late at night to distribute Dafa truth-clarifying materials and post truth-clarifying flyers. In quiet villages or on dark mountain paths, I was never afraid. When I placed Dafa truth-clarifying materials on the sites where the police work, or when I posted the flyers on the police vehicles, I smiled in my mind. I knew that Master was always with me.
On the night of July 20 of this year, since I was anxious for quick results, I lowered my guard when I was posting truth-clarifying flyers in a government office complex. One person appeared from the darkness after I had just finished posting the flyers. He ferociously dashed up to me and asked me what I was posting. At the same time he asked the gate guard to make a phone call to report me. A thought flashed through my mind that danger was approaching. I quickly calmed myself and made up my mind that I would face the danger with a peaceful mind, and would dissolve the danger. I stopped them and told them calmly, "The reason that I posted the flyers is because I want to say 'Falun Dafa is good' and I want to be a good person. The reason that we risk our lives is for people to know what is right and what is wrong and to be reasonable. You can call to report me in today and I will face jail. But I am an ordinary citizen who wants to be a good person. I hope you think it over." Before I finished talking, the gate guard who was holding up my arms let go of my arms. He stood aside without a word. The person yelled at the guard and asked him to search my bag, but the guard stood there without moving. The person kept looking around. People walked by and cars drove by, but nobody even looked at him. He suddenly dropped his voice to a low tone and said, "How much money did they give you for posting the flyers?" I answered, "Nobody gives me any money. We do it from our hearts. I know that you also have a side of conscience and kindness." After we stood there without budging for a few minutes, he said, "OK, you can go now."
With the benevolent protection from Master, I avoided the danger. This episode encouraged me to strive forward even more vigorously.
