(Minghui.org) I did not realize how serious cultivation is. I was attached to my own ways of doing things, and as a result, I was taught two big lessons.

One Wrong Sentence Triggered My Stomachache

Last year, I visited my old workplace. Some of my former coworkers said, “You look so young!” Several friends hugged me, and one of them said, “What supplements are you taking? Your complexion looks great!”

I told them about Falun Dafa and the persecution and helped them withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). I thought I had done enough truth-clarification, and I made a sarcastic joke, “It's all just an illusion,” referring to Falun Dafa. As soon as I heard myself say this, I was shocked. How could I say such a thing?

On my return trip home, my lower stomach began to hurt. By the time I arrived at our materials production site, the pain was so intense that I could not straighten out my back. My face was very pale, and I was covered with sweat.

I asked two fellow practitioners to send righteous thoughts for me. I could sit up straight while they did so, but as soon as they stopped, the unbearable pain returned. One practitioner suggested that I look inside and see what shortcomings I had.

I sat up to do the sitting meditation and also checked inside. I suddenly realized that when I flippantly said, “It's all just an illusion,” this trouble began. Master has given me so much and purified my body, but I made a joke and said it was not real. I realized that this reflected my attitude towards Dafa. I had not realized how serious cultivation is!

When I understood what had happened and truly regretted what I said, the pain disappeared. As I continued to send righteous thoughts, I felt myself surrounded by a powerful white energy field, about one meter wide. I never had this experience before. I knew Master had removed my pain and let me feel the energy field. I cried.

I Fell Down Twice

A few other practitioners and I put together a large workshop to print Falun Dafa books and other materials. We tried our best to produce quality items.

In order to keep our workshop running smoothly and safely, we agreed that all of us must do the three things well, and that anyone who did not study the Fa well or was not in a good cultivation state should not come to the workshop.

Even though I had memorized Zhuan Falun nearly 100 times, I did not look inward and see my attachments. I always thought whatever I did was correct.

I use nine cell phones to tell people about Falun Dafa and help them withdraw from the CCP. I had much success and was very pleased with myself. I brought the cellphones to the workshop so I could make phone calls while I made materials. One practitioner reminded me of the safety issue. “No worries, we're downtown and there are many phone signals,” I said.

It was snowing on January 28, and I was riding my bicycle home. When I was about to get on a major road, my bicycle slid and I fell. I did not look within and just thought that the ground was icy, and that I’d better be more careful.

As soon as I arrived home, I realized my bag was missing. The bag contained money, my bank card, and my nine cell phones. I was upset and immediately called the practitioners who were still at the workshop and asked them to help look for the bag.

While I rode back, I fell again. This time, I was hurt and could not get up for a long time. Several young men came to help. I got up slowly and continued riding my bicycle.

An old man was closing his shop, which was not far from where I fell the first time. I asked him if he saw a bag, but he said he had not. My bag was dark, and if it was not picked up, it should have been easy to spot in the snow. I decided that someone must have taken it.

When I got to the workshop, practitioners said that they searched several times but could not find my bag. One practitioner suggested that I calm down and look for the attachment that had caused this to happen.

I sat down and looked inward. My fellow practitioners kept warning me that I should not make phone calls in the workshop out of concern for safety, but I ignored them and kept doing things my own way. Why did I always insist on doing things my way? That human attachment needed to be eliminated!

I walked home, pushing my bicycle. When I came to the place where I had fallen, I saw my bag was right there in the snow. I was shocked! I had gone back and forth over this spot several times and could not find it!

Tears rolled down my cheeks in gratitude and amazement of Master’s compassionate mercy.