(Minghui.org) I am a 55-year-old country woman who was fortunate to obtain Falun Dafa in 2005. This cultivation practice teaches Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I realized that Falun Dafa was what I had been looking for, so I stayed up all night and read Zhuan Falun, the main Book of Falun Dafa.

My celestial eye opened exactly as described in Zhuan Falun. Soon after I began the practice, I saw a Falun as big as a television (TV) screen in front of me. The Falun had a green background and was slowly rotating. During the sitting meditation, I felt wonderful, just as if I was sitting in an eggshell – just as described in Zhuan Falun

With the help of fellow practitioners, I learned how to do the three things to assist Master to do Fa-rectification. I learned how to send forth righteous thoughts, how to clarify the truth, and how to persuade people to quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its youth organizations.

Wuhan Pneumonia Announcement

On the morning of the 2020 Chinese New Year’s Day 2020, people were paying respects to one another, lighting firecrackers, and enjoying the holiday. 

Suddenly, an announcement was heard, “Attention villagers! Due to the fast spread of the Wuhan pneumonia (CCP virus), do not visit friends and relatives. Do not light firecrackers. Stay home to enjoy snacks and tea. Wear a mask when you go out. Wash your hands often.” 

The announcement provoked much discussion and many comments. People wondered, “Why did they wait until the holiday visiting began to make such an announcement?”

In fact, the Wuhan pneumonia broke out before the holiday, but due to the CCP’s cover-up, it spread globally. Some villages were locked down on the first day of the Chinese New Year, followed by all villages the next day. Every village entrance was closed, and people felt the horror and seriousness of the epidemic. 

Finding Ways to Save Sentient Beings

With people’s lives in danger, practitioners had fewer opportunities to save them. We exchanged understandings and agreed: “They can lock down people but not gods. We are on the path of godhood. We must find ways to go out and save people.”

After reading the Minghui report about Falun Dafa practitioners in Wuhan suffering severe persecution during the epidemic, it became clear to us that it was urgent to save people before the old forces get to them. The old forces want to eliminate people, but we must clarify the truth about Dafa and save people.

We split into two groups on bicycles. We entered villages through field paths or by carrying bicycles over the walls at the village entrances.

We often ran into migrant workers who came home to celebrate the Chinese New Year, but were stuck here waiting for their workplaces to reopen. We believed they came home to hear the truth, so we did not miss a single person who crossed our path. Master must have seen our eagerness in saving people. Even though we didn’t run into that many people, our truth-clarification was efficient. 

The villages were closed off for awhile and eventually unlocked, due to the negative impact on people’s lives. We switched back to electric tricycles and visited farther villages to clarify the truth, and persuade people to quit the communist organizations.

We noticed people went to go out for a walk in small groups in the morning and afternoon, so we went out twice a day. We then did group Fa study for two hours. sent forth righteous thoughts three times every evening, headed back home to study the Fa on our own, sent righteous thoughts at midnight, and got up at three a.m. to do the exercises.

We felt time was running short, so we grasped every minute to study the Fa and clarify the truth. Every one was advancing diligently. 

Recently, the streets in all villages were empty, and one could see quite a distance. The air was filled with desolation. 

Our coordinator made a lot of banners telling people how to stay safe from the virus. The banners were water-resistant and fade-resistant. Hung in trees, they were glittering like ornaments, with red characters on a white background. 

Since the persecution was rather severe in one area, the practitioners in that area were under too much pressure to come take the banners. So we took a few hundred banners to hang at their place. 

Master said, 

“...Dafa disciples are one bodyFollowing Master in Fa-rectification, working against sinister tides”(“Following Master,” Hong Yin III)

Our group of several practitioners worked together. Some collected pebbles, some cut small pieces of fabric, and some tied them. It was done quickly. Few people were out at noontime in the middle of summer, so in groups of two, we set off on our electric tricycles.

It was tricky to find good hanging spots for banners. We looked for trees along the field paths because the main roads were guarded and the authorities would likely destroy the banners. There were lots of people choosing the field paths: taking a walk, doing farm work, going to the market, or visiting friends and relatives. Banners there could be easily seen by people, but not by the guards. 

The evil has never lessened the persecution of Falun Dafa, however, with the progress of Fa-rectification, and Falun Dafa practitioners’ continued truth-clarification, many people realized that Falun Dafa is good. The village committee leaders would rather look the other way as long as their superior did not pressure them.

Rain Could Not Deter Us from Saving Sentient Beings

One day, it rained heavily in the morning, and was overcast at noon. The weather forecast said it would rain again in the afternoon. My teammate practitioner asked me if we were going, and I said yes, we must take every opportunity to hang banners and save people. 

My righteous thoughts tend to be strong when working with this practitioner. She is in her 40s, smart, and capable. She has a lot of endurance, and is a diligent practitioner. She was strict with herself and as soon as she detected a problem in herself, she corrected herself immediately. 

It started to drizzle as soon as we set off. We were not affected and moved forward without looking back. The banners were water-resistant; how could some drizzle stop us? It rained non-stop and blurred my glasses. We were soaked, but continued on.

We arrived in a village and no one was around. The practitioner was very agile; she threw the banners up one by one, and each time it landed on a tree branch. 

Ahead of us was a steep uphill slope that led to an embankment. We did not have much battery left in our tricycle. Should we climb? We decided, “Yes! We are doing the most righteous thing in the universe and Master is watching over us, nothing bad will happen.” And we made it. 

The embankment was lined with tall poplar trees on both sides as if waiting to receive the truth. The practitioner who was with me was light like a bird – each throw was successful.

The embankment turned into a dirt road. Heavy rain in the morning had washed it out and left holes, and the nonstop light rain made it more slippery. On one side was a deep riverbank, and on the other side was a village. The tricycle could easily slip or get stuck in the mud. 

Lush trees were lining both sides of the dirt road, and banners hung here could be seen in the village in a distance. We decided to move forward. We asked Master to strengthen us, and the tricycle looked like a little boat on the muddy road. 

My tricycle seemed to come for Dafa; it was doing Dafa work almost exclusively. It had gone through four sets of tires in six years, living up to its nick name - our “little white dragon.”

As we almost ran out of banners, a road appeared in front of us. It went downhill from the embankment into a village. We knew nothing about that village, but had a feeling we were heading back. Getting out of the village, the tree branches were reaching outward, and we hung our last banners there. 

We realized the place we went to was the area of severe persecution. It was the area where the practitioners who did not take the banners were located.

Thank you, Master, for the ingenious arrangements.

The rain stopped, and there came a cool breeze. The rain was as if arranged for us, because it kept people indoors so we could hang banners to save them. The breeze blew dry our clothes and our faces.

Master said, 

“Ten thousand miles I gallop, breaking demons’ battle arrayCutting down all dark minions, eliminating wicked deitiesI heed not their thick fog or the gale winds they whip aboutMountain rains en route wash off dust from the expedition”(“Expedition,” Hong Yin II

By the time we got home, we were dry from head to toe. We looked at each other and smiled.