(Minghui.org) I am a 67 year old Falun Dafa practitioner, who began practicing in 1998.
Learning and Spreading the Goodness of Falun Dafa
Before practicing Falun Dafa, I suffered from stomach ulcers, asthma, lower back pain, and gynecological conditions. I later developed kidney problems and edema from the medication intended to control theses illnesses. Bitter and suicidal, I avoided everyone and walked around with a scowl on my face.
My husband one day received a mailer advertising a free cultivation class. Having previously spent thousands of yuan on various qigong classes, I was suspicious. How could anything good be given for free? I attended the nine-day class with my husband, but spent my time there in a daze, unable to recall anything Master said.
I would experience severe fatigue each time I attempted to read Zhuan Falun. In half a month, I only managed to read two pages from the book. My husband in contrast had no difficulty in reading the book daily. Disheartened, I started thinking about giving up cultivation practice.
My husband returned home one day from a Fa study session and excitedly told me that many fellow practitioners had regained their health after practicing. He then encouraged me to try again. My determination was bolstered and I promised myself, “If others can do it, I should be able to do so as well.”
Later that same night, I experienced severe diarrhea, excreting a black inky substance, although my stomach was not in pain. Though I was a sickly person, my stomach had been perfectly fine. Worried, I woke up my sleeping husband and asked him for advice. My unfazed husband reassured me, “Its fine! This is a good thing.” Reassured, I stopped worrying about my condition. Later, I found to my surprise, that I stopped feeling sleepy when reading Zhuan Falun.
My determination to learn Falun Dafa was cemented after I read through the entire contents of Zhuan Falun. From subsequent interactions with fellow practitioners, I learned that the diarrhea I had experienced earlier was a good thing, as Master was cleansing my body.
Within a short period of time my various illnesses, and my husband’s chronic heart disease and insomnia, vanished. In hopes that others could share the benefits of this amazing practice, we tried telling our loved ones and neighbors about Falun Dafa. Unexpectedly, their initial reactions were that of fear. In order to change their negative impression of Dafa, we began to apply the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance in our everyday lives.
On seeing our improved health, higher moral standards and consideration towards others, our family members started recognizing the goodness of Dafa. My younger brother and older sister became Falun Dafa practitioners, while the rest of my family, including my son and daughter, became supporters of Dafa. My grandmother in particular would request to visit my home each time she felt unwell. Within a week, she would be cured without consuming any medication. In fact, all I did was tell my grandmother to recite the phrase, “Falun Dafa is good.”
Our neighbors initially viewed our attempt to cultivate Falun Dafa with skepticism and malicious gossip. I refused to take their actions to heart and instead focused on changing their attitudes and minds through our upright actions. Their nasty jeers gradually changed to admiration and we received praise for being a model couple.
Achieving a Breakthrough
One night, not long after I learned to play the flower waist drum, I suddenly lost the ability to move my left arm. Every attempt to move it brought on excruciating pain. I firmly denied this arrangement of the old forces, and stuck to my usual schedule of waking up at four a.m. in order to travel to the exercise site to do the exercises.
While practicing the second set of exercises, which required both arms to be lifted over my head, I tried to lift up my left arm. The pain was so overwhelming that I broke out in a cold sweat and my vision started to blur. I started swaying uncontrollably and immediately sat down on the ground. As soon as I did so however, a sense of wrongness permeated my mind. I immediately rejected the evil’s interference, stood up, and attempted to raise my arm again. However I failed to do so and ended up sitting on the ground again.
I firmly reminded myself of my status as a Dafa practitioner, and encouraged myself internally to stand firm against the evil forces. With renewed confidence and determination, I stood up again. During this attempt, I felt two invisible hands suddenly take hold of my arm and twist it into place. The pain was so bad that I started crying. However I was determined to endure, as I knew that Master was trying to heal my injury.
By the time I started practicing the next set of exercises, the pain had greatly reduced. By the end of the fourth set, the pain had vanished and my arm was completely healed.
Though our cultivation paths are not easy, littered with many difficulties and hardships, our trust in Master and determination to cultivate well is unwavering! Thank you Master!
