(Minghui.org) When I was younger, I liked to research the mysteries of the universe and read books on Chinese medicine or qigong exercises. I picked up various qigong practices between 1984 and 1994 but didn’t really learn much.
I was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver and had to take sick leave in 1993. At that time, I was in my 20s. I went to Beijing twice for medical care and to learn a new type of qigong, but I didn’t improve. In despair, I prayed at every temple I passed in hopes of finding a cure.
My condition worsened in 1994. My lips felt like they were always swollen, my eyes hurt, and I could only eat a small bowl of rice a day. I was also lethargic, dizzy, and in pain. I understood that having liver cirrhosis increased my chances of getting liver cancer. I felt death approaching.
I thought, “Since I haven’t found a good qigong practice in this lifetime, I must find a good master and learn qigong from him in my next life.”
I remembered reading a book about how one could achieve immortality through cultivation practice. There was a story about a monk in the Song Dynasty who couldn’t find a genuine cultivation practice, so he would kneel down and pray to Heaven in the courtyard every night. His wish was eventually fulfilled—he found a true cultivation practice and was able to reach enlightenment.
I decided to do the same. Beginning in October 1994, I often went to the platform on the eighth floor of my building to do my qigong exercises. Afterward, I would kneel down to pray for a genuine cultivation practice.
Finding a True Spiritual Practice
I got up early on February 7, 1995, and went to Qiaokou Park where people gathered to do their qigong or meditation exercises. I paid for a one-day entrance fee but was given a monthly pass instead.
In the park, someone handed me a Falun Dafa flyer. As I read about Falun Dafa, it made me think, “If what this says is true, it’s just like having a high-level master teaching a cultivation practice. This will fulfill my wish of finding a good master in my next life. But how can it be true? It’s free to learn—that surely can’t be true!”
I went to the park the next day. There seemed to be a force pulling me to the Falun Dafa practice site and making me think about the practice.
When I arrived at the site, everyone had already finished doing the exercises and they were starting to play the audio recording of Master Li’s (the founder) lecture given at the ceremony marking the publication of Zhuan Falun. Master was talking about multiple dimensions, time-space, and the universe. I could sense his compassion.
I later asked a woman in her 60s, “What is your experience with this qigong?” She excitedly talked about how she’d recovered from a heart problem, high blood pressure, and rheumatism after she began practicing, and how the practice was taught for free. I knew there was no cure for rheumatism, so it was incredible that she’d recovered from it.
As I walked out of the park and got on my bike, I felt dizzy and weak again. It was strange because I didn’t feel dizzy or weak when I was at the Falun Dafa site. I decided I would go test the energy field of the Dafa exercise site over the next couple of days.
On the third and fourth days, whenever I stood at the edge of the practice site, I felt fine. When I stood further away, the dizziness would come back.
When they played Master’s audio lectures after the group exercises, I would sit nearby to listen. However, I had to get up every few minutes to spit out thick yellow phlegm. I didn’t realize that Master was purifying my body at the time.
After listening to the lectures for two days, I borrowed a copy of Falun Gong to read. I finished it without a break; it was fascinating. I finally had answers for the questions that had puzzled me for a long time. I decided to get up early the next day to go and learn the Dafa exercises.
When I first did the fourth exercise, my stomach hurt when my hands reached my knees as I was bending down. The pain went away as I continued to do the exercise.
At that time, no one at our practice site had a copy of Zhuan Falun. I heard that someone would be playing a video of Master’s lectures at Zhongshen Park, so I went there. Two days later, I could eat like a regular person again. Zhuan Falun was later available at our practice site, and we would read it after doing the exercises.
After studying the Fa for a few months, I realized how shallow my understanding of the universe was before. I eliminated my fear of death and was on the path to returning to my true self. It seemed as though Master had gently lifted me up into the sky and I was able to see clearly down below.
I often went to the practice site in the park during the day and the evening to do the exercises and read the teachings with other practitioners. I always had a smile on my face when I returned home. My family was bewildered and asked why I was always smiling. It was the joy I felt deep within after being saved by Master.
After practicing Dafa for several months, I ended my sick leave of more than three years and returned to my job.
I would like to thank our great compassionate Master!
