(Minghui.org) It's a rare opportunity to be a human being during one's countless lifetimes. Although my father passed away three years ago, I still remember how he encountered Falun Dafa but missed opportunity to practice, due to one wrong thought.

My mother was out of town in the spring of 1996 visiting her friends, and left my 60- year-old father alone at home. He had practiced different kinds of qigong since 1981, for health and fitness. I encouraged him to practice Falun Gong, bought him the book Zhuan Falun , and took him to a nearby practice site.

My father had a great predestined relationship with Dafa. On the fourth day, he saw an image of Master’s Law Body, smiling and looking at him. He became excited, and kept smiling all the way back home. He also felt a strong inward pushing in the area of his third eye. Two days later, he realized that Master had opened his third eye for him, and he was able to see many things in other dimensions.

He paid attention to cultivation of speech and rarely said anything improper. He once told fellow practitioners about what he saw through his celestial eye. He said, “Our exercise site may not look so good in this dimension, but it's wonderful in other dimensions, surrounded by beautiful mountains and clear waters. Master arrives here early and leaves only after the last practitioner is gone. Master never leaves even if only one practitioner is still here.” Everyone was moved, and afterwards they persisted in doing the five sets of exercises all at once.

He encouraged me a lot during this period of personal cultivation, and we endured many hardships together.

When the evil started to persecute Dafa in July 1999, we went to Beijing with other practitioners to appeal. We left our child, a student in the eighth grade, at home. When we were in dire need of my dad's help, he refused. After he talked with the Party Committee head, my father, who had been a Party member for over 40 years, turned in all our Dafa books – our only hope to be saved. Since he was a practitioner with such a solid foundation I could not understand why he did this. After validating the Fa he played a negative role. After reading Master's recent articles, we realized that Master did not want to lose even a single disciple. So we tried to encourage my father to come back and truly practice, but he rejected our advice.

In August 2012, he died of pancreatic cancer. He was 84 years old.

We had a long conversation the night before he died. He talked about his past lives. He had been a western person, a rabbit, and a monkey. In order to have a better opportunity to encounter Falun Dafa in this life, his previous master carefully arranged his past lives to be animals, so he would create less karma. But he was unable to live up to his previous master’s expectations.

He was hospitalized for over forty days before he passed away. Around the twentieth day, he said that his cultivation system was disintegrating, with explosions countless times stronger than atom bombs! His hair became completely white and kept falling out every day. He said that in another dimension, two waiters were cleaning up his exploded world. We could not see anything but he said that things would be done soon.

One morning while I was sitting with him, I said, “I have a wish, and I hope you can fulfill it for me.” I said, “As a Party member for over 60 years, you surely must realize now what it brought you! It destroyed you so deeply. Please withdraw from the Party! And say, 'Falun Dafa is good' three times.” He accepted my advice this time and said, “Falun Dafa is good” three times.

At around 5:30 p.m. that day, he died filled with regret. My father died knowing he had completely lost the golden opportunity for which he had waited tens of thousands of years!

Because we cultivate in delusion, I don't clearly know why this happened. Why did his life end so tragically? I've written about his experiences, but it's up to us to choose our own paths. Master has already arranged the best for all Dafa disciples.

As a veteran disciple who started practicing in 1995, I felt partially responsible for his death. I hope that all practitioners will walk their cultivation paths solidly. We also must not leave behind our fellow practitioners! Do not miss this precious opportunity that only comes once in tens of thousands of years!