(Minghui.org) I first encountered Falun Dafa in 1996 when I was in middle school, but I did not begin to cultivate right away. At the time, my poor physical condition made my life extremely miserable, but no medicine could help me.
My mother began to cultivate in Dafa after a friend gave her a copy of the book Zhuan Falun and told her that it taught people how to cultivate.
Many people began to come to our house to read Dafa books and practice the exercises together. My father and brother urged me to join them one night and pushed me into the room where my mother was practicing the exercises with other people. Too embarrassed to leave right away, I joined them.
When we meditated, I could feel a current of warmth flow inside me, and my body was surrounded by a strong energy. I thought this exercise was very good. All of a sudden, I could feel a substance moving frantically inside my body. I realized that my body was probably possessed and that Master Li was cleansing my body for me. However, I was not afraid. Soon, that feeling stopped, and my body was once again surrounded by strong energy. Since then, the animal possession totally disappeared, and I was all healed.
I was in a car accident in 1997 that fractured the bone in my left thigh. The same bone was fractured two more times in the following two years. Since then, I desired to avoid samsara and wanted to never come back to this world to suffer in my next life. I knew that only Dafa could help me break free from the cycle of samsara. I made a vow at the age of 17 that I would do my best to cultivate in Dafa.
Cultivation in Dafa made me happy every day. Life was finally meaningful to me, even though I had ups and downs on my path. Things didn't always go smoothly. I have had my doubts and did not always cultivate diligently.
When I was a senior in high school, my family lived in a bungalow with a total of three rooms. Two of them were connected, and the third was an add-on with a separate door. I lived in that separate room.
One night, a man broke into my room. He knocked me over and put his hand over my mouth to stop me from making noise. I realized that he was about to attack me, but I was not afraid at the time. I pointed to his hand to get him to remove it from my mouth. He took his hand off but said, "No one can hear you!"
I sat up and said calmly to him, “I practice Falun Dafa and cherish my life.”
He took out a cigarette and began to dawdle around the room. I looked at him and suddenly asked myself why I didn’t run. I got out of bed, opened the door, and dashed to my parents' room. He chased me, punched me in the nose, then ran over the wall and escaped.
My mother and I bowed and thanked Master and Dafa for protecting me.
Although I began to cultivate in high school, I was not very diligent. Because of my fractured leg, I took a two-year break from school. My physical condition was still fragile senior year; I went to bed at 9 o'clock every night since I was too tired to stay awake. I slacked off in Fa-study, and my mind was constantly occupied by worldly matters.
One night, I dreamed that my bed was full of green, scary bugs. While trying to brush them off my bed, I shouted for my brother to help me. At that moment, the tape recorder suddenly began to play recordings of Master's poems, and after a while, the sound gradually faded. I felt bad for myself and wondered if my predestined relationship with Dafa was not strong. At this time, Master's voice returned, “The Buddha has taken you to this point. Don’t you realize it? Remember it...”
The sound echoed in my ears. I woke up and started to read Master's lectures at 2 o'clock in the morning. I knew that as a cultivator, I must do everything well.
When I was in high school, my parents could not return home to prepare lunch for me, so I cooked lunch for myself every day. After lunch, I would study the Fa for half an hour and then go back to school for afternoon classes.
High school seniors in China must take college entrance exams. Since we lived in a small town, there were very few seniors in my high school who could pass the exams and go to college. However, when the exam results came out, I not only passed but actually did much better than expected. I knew that Dafa had taken me out of the darkness and given me a new life.
In college, I went home every weekend, studied the Fa, and distributed Dafa materials with fellow practitioners. After graduating, I became a teacher. I studied the Fa with a fellow practitioner who taught at the same school as me. We also distributed Dafa materials to nearby villages. Sometimes we went to nearby prisons to send forth righteous thoughts to help practitioners held inside because of the persecution.
One day my mother said, “I saw you when I meditated just now. Your body was illuminated, and you were very beautiful. However, I noticed that you did not cross your legs in the lotus position.”
Since my leg was injured before, my thigh bone was bent and I couldn't sit still. I would do the standing exercises more but was afraid to sit down and meditate. Living in a dormitory with seven roommates in college, I did not practice the exercises and failed to create a good environment.
My cultivation status only improved after I got married and urged myself to practice the exercises every day.
I know that in comparison with Master's requirements for Dafa practitioners, I still have a long way to go. I will continue to improve and rectify myself on my path of cultivation in Dafa.