(Clearwisdom.net) On my cultivation path, I have encountered countless miraculous experiences. Below are a few that I would like to share to express my highest respect and deepest gratitude to Master.
The first miracle occurred at home one month after I had obtained the Fa. I could not find my bank deposit book of ten thousand yuan on the same day that I moved into a new rented house. It was all the money I had saved to raise my eight-year-old daughter, as I didn't have a permanent job. I suddenly felt like I was falling into an abyss of suffering. I tried to read Zhuan Falun that night, but I could not concentrate because I could only think about the lost money. All of a sudden, I heard somebody knocking at the door. I didn't bother to answer it, because I was new and I thought it must be someone looking for the landlord. I just anxiously sat at a desk with Zhuan Falun in my hand.
I then heard a huge bang in the living room. It sounded like a cement block falling with a thud to the ground. My intuition told me that the roof was collapsing. In a panic, I got up and ran out of the room. Before I reached to the door, a ceiling light fell down and smashed into pieces on the desk. I was instantly petrified. It was a close call.
When I turned on the desk lamp to check the room, I was surprised at what I saw. Glass pieces covered everything: the desk, the chair, and the floor—all except Zhuan Falun. The surface of the high quality desk, the most valuable item in the house, had a deep round burn from the hot light. It looked like it had been carved by a sculptor. I couldn't imagine what would have happened if the light fixture had dropped on my head. It certainly would have killed me. I cleaned up the mess in tears.
I went to the living room to check and found nothing unusual. There was no cement block on the floor at all. I was convinced that Master must have used these two separate sounds to lead me to leave the desk. Master resolved my tribulation. He saved my life. What is money good for if I am not alive? When I opened Zhuan Falun again, I saw a sentence sparkle with golden light:
“But as a practitioner, you are in principle protected by Teacher’s fashen. Others cannot take away what is yours, even if they want to.” (Zhuan Falun)
I was in a great shock at that moment. I said to Master with deep gratitude, “Master, I now fully understand. When there is life, there is hope. I should not moan over the lost money.” Surprisingly, in the early morning of the next day, my brother-in-law told me that the money was not cashed yet and I could still stop it.
There was another occasion that Master saved my life. I dreamt one early morning that I was walking down a road. An elderly man shouted at me, “Be careful!” Suddenly, I saw a stone falling toward my head. Someone had tossed it from the other side of a tall wall. I escaped the danger because of this man. My daughter then woke me up in the middle of my dream and asked me to get some food from the market. When I slowly walked toward the market, I heard somebody yelling, “Get away!” I ignored the warning and kept walking. Then, another person loudly shouted, “Get away quickly! Get away quickly!” I still kept on walking and wondered which foolish person hadn't followed the warning. Just then, I suddenly felt a strong force pushing me forward. I also felt I was being held steadily by a big soft hand on my back.
I knew something was not right. As I turned my head to look back, I felt that I was falling. When I calmed down, I realized that I had been caught by an opened door of a car sitting on a moving truck, pushing me forward with it. A female street vendor then pulled me off the car and to the curb between two stands. The driver stopped the truck after hearing the screams of bystanders and made profuse apologies to me. The vendor was still in shock and tears when I thanked her. She asked me if I believed in Buddha. I told her that I was a Falun Dafa practitioner.
On another day, I was hit by a pedicab from behind while I was biking on the street. The driver was too scared to stop. My arm was injured but it was not painful. I got up from the ground and rushed up to the pedicab. The driver quickly apologized. I said, “I am not looking for trouble with you. I just want to let you know that I am a Falun Gong practitioner and I am blessed by Dafa. Since you witnessed the miraculous power of Dafa, you should know the slanderous propaganda on TV against Falun Gong is a lie.” The driver nodded and agreed.
