(Minghui.org) I have three sisters and one brother. As the youngest of five siblings, my brother was spoiled rotten when he was little.

My father loved to drink. When my brother was a baby, my father often held him in his arms while he was drinking. He dipped his chopsticks into the alcohol and then put it into my brother’s mouth. He thought it was fun to see my brother’s reactions.

When my brother grew older, my father always took him to various bars. By the time my brother was in his 30s, he had become severely addicted to alcohol. When he was around 40, he developed multiple diseases such as liver ascites, pulmonary ascites, thoracic ascites, and gastric hemorrhage. Every time he visited the doctor, he was asked to stop drinking. But it was not easy to quit drinking.

One day in 2014, my brother’s condition became critical. The city hospital was unable to treat him and referred him to a provincial hospital. The medical exams showed that almost all his organs had problems. He was in a coma, incontinent with a high fever of 40-42 Celsius (104-107 Fahrenheit). The hospital issued 8 critical condition notices in total. My family had to prepare for his death.

Two of my three sisters and I practice Falun Dafa. While taking turns caring for him in the hospital, the three of us practitioners always played the recordings of Master Li’s (Dafa’s founder) teachings to my brother whether he was unconscious or not. We repeated the auspicious words “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” in our hearts, hoping it would help him.

One late night, my brother, who had been unconscious for a while, suddenly screamed “Ow.” Then he woke up and asked for water!

Later he told us that while he was in a coma, his chest was so heavy as if several mountains were placed on him. He couldn’t breathe or move his body. Two underlings from the underworld escorted him. He walked barefooted on a mountain of knives. It was extremely painful. Every cell in his body was in great pain. After the mountain of knives, another two underlings came and carried him upside down, roasting him over the sea of fire.

Just then, a man with curly hair in a robe floated over from high up. He held a spoon and gestured to him to open his mouth. My brother thought it was our father (long dead) who came over to give him a farewell with the drink he loved. The liquid was clear, bright, and thick. He immediately felt cool and comfortable after taking a sip. He asked for more. After nine spoons, the man said, “That’s enough. Give it a try to shout out.” He did and he woke up.

After my brother was discharged from the hospital, he started to read Zhuan Falun, the main teachings of Falun Dafa. Then he realized that the man in curly hair was the great Master. It was Master Li who saved him from hell.

When my brother read Zhuan Falun, he saw the following line.

“There are people who really take to the bottle, and have a great affinity for alcohol. And there are some who drink to the point of alcoholism and just have to have it; meals without it aren’t even appealing to them. A practitioner shouldn’t be like that.” (The Seventh Talk, Zhuan Falun)

Suddenly he felt the smell of alcohol was disgusting and unpleasant, and the alcohol addiction he had developed since childhood was instantly kicked.

Although my brother knew Falun Dafa is good, he was fearful of the persecution and didn’t persist in practicing it.

A few days ago he was in critical condition again. He couldn’t eat or drink and felt nauseous. He thought he was going to die. Then he remembered the auspicious phrases “Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” He kept reciting it. After a while, he could lie down and fall asleep. When he woke up the next morning, he felt better.

My brother once again experienced the power of Falun Dafa. We couldn’t appreciate Master more.