(Clearwisdom.net) I am close to 70 years old and began to cultivate in Falun Gong in 1997. I did not have a formal education, I had only attended night school. On the path of cultivation I have always felt Teacher’s benevolence and care for me. I want to use this opportunity that Teacher gave me to write down an unforgettable experience that deeply touched me.
In the winter of 2005, my husband passed away. Because I had not entirely given up sentimentality, the old forces exploited the loophole. My physical condition became truly bad. My whole body was sore, and my lower body was so cold that it felt like I was wearing a pair of icy pants. My hand often fell when I sent forth righteous thoughts, and I often fell asleep when studying the Fa. There was a period of time when I could not sleep normally. I would be woken up by visions of evil as soon as I fell asleep. Sometimes when the evil approached me, I would become immobile, and could not make a sound even though I tried as hard as I could. I kept yelling “Mie” and finally my mind became clear and I was able to move again when I yelled “Teacher help me!” Once, I saw evil beings drifting in the room in human shapes, and another time I saw thousands of coin-sized dark minions aggregated together in the restroom. Teacher said in the article “Eliminate the Dark Minions With Righteous Thoughts,”
“The number of dark minions is large, while in this dimension their manifesting bodies are quite small. They range from being as big as a coin to as small as the tip of a pen; most of them are the size of a pen's tip.”
I sensed that I had been persecuted by the evil. But I did not look inward at the time. Rather, I just tried to resist it with a human being’s ways. I carried a cold towel with me when I sent forth righteous thoughts, and used it to wipe my face when I felt sleepy. Once at 3:30 a.m., a gentle voice woke me up: “It is time to get up and do the exercises.” I got up immediately, but found no one else around. I knew immediately that it was Teacher helping me. I was moved to tears. Later when I sent forth righteous thoughts, I vividly felt that a hand gently held up my falling hand. I cried, with tears all over my face, thinking: “Teacher, I am truly sorry. As a disciple, I have done so poorly. But you are always next to me and take care of me.” Thinking of that feeling today still makes me cry deeply.
I deeply felt the urgency of saving people and did not relax during that time. One day, I went out to distribute Dafa informational materials on a bicycle, and used up all my materials exactly as I finished the last home. I knew Teacher was encouraging me. On my way home, it felt that someone was pushing me from behind. Teacher was just next to me and helping me. It further enhanced my righteous thoughts and strengthened my determination to overcome my tribulations.
Dear Teacher, it is you who held up my hand and helped me every step of the way. Without you, I could not have moved an inch. I remember some fellow practitioners gave up in the early days. But I told myself: “I will never give up no matter what.”
We cannot fathom how much Great Teacher has endured for his disciples, all sentient beings, and the whole cosmos. I feel that I am so much in debt to Teacher and I have no excuse to relax. I deeply feel that one needs to be steadfast when faced with tribulations.
After millions of years of waiting we finally are at a time of coexistence for the divine and mortal, and are able to meet with Teacher again. On this path of going back to my original self, it was Teacher who always held my hand and held me up when I fell. I want to hold your hand and keep going forward, Teacher.
