(Minghui.org) I am in my seventies. I started practicing Falun Dafa in October 1996. I suffered from depression before and felt powerless. I was afraid to see people because I always felt that others were talking about me. So I stayed at home all day, self isolating. 

My neighbor used to have a lot of illnesses. We both tried popular Qigong practices, but nothing worked. After practicing Falun Dafa, my neighbor became very healthy. She came to me one day and invited me to her house to listen to the lectures.

I finished listening to all nine lectures by Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa, in four days. At first, I couldn’t sit up. My eyes were closed, as if I was asleep, but I could hear the lectures very clearly. I felt my body becoming healed and relaxed. So I began to practice Falun Dafa.

Since July 1999, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) has been frantically persecuting Dafa and Dafa disciples. In the first few years, my fellow practitioners and I were distributing informational materials everywhere to counter the CCP’s negative propaganda. We often traveled to the countryside together, town after town and village after village.

Once, I developed symptoms of high blood pressure, feeling dizzy and unable to walk. The doctor said my dangerously high blood pressure may cause my blood vessels to burst. However, I still decided to go with two fellow practitioners to distribute Dafa materials. When I got back home that afternoon, I was fine.

Later, my husband and I went to my daughter’s home in Beijing to help take care of our granddaughter. I left my local cultivation environment and was afraid of clarifying the truth in Beijing. So I only quietly practiced at home. With more and more time spent doing mostly housework, my health started deteriorating. I had a hard time walking and decided to go back to my hometown to focus on my cultivation.

Three years ago, I suffered a stroke and brain atrophy. I couldn’t walk normally and had slurred speech. My right hand was so weak that I couldn’t even pick up chopsticks. I also felt muddleheaded all day long. When fellow practitioners went out to clarify the truth, I was anxious that I wasn’t able to join them. I often asked Master to help me. I was feeling discouraged with myself. However, something happened in 2020 that renewed my confidence.

I was hospitalized in the intensive care unit in June 2020. All of a sudden, I woke up from a sharp lower back pain. Then I started to convulse and passed out.

It turned out that I had a brain hemorrhage. The doctor told my family that I could be in a vegetative state for the rest of my life.

While I was in a coma, I suddenly felt that I was dreaming, but everything was so vivid. I felt like a five or six-year-old child, jumping and skipping briskly along a wide and long path. I saw a man with a black charwa (the cloak of the Yi ethnic group) sitting at the crossing in front of me, and the road further ahead was too dark to see. The man said to me, “I won’t accept you here.” I responded, “I don’t even want to come.” Then I turned around and walked back. Right then, I heard the doctor say, “She’s awake.”

After I woke up, I was no longer in a vegetative state and became very energetic. I was very excited. I understood that I wasn’t dreaming. It was my soul that walked to the gate of Hell, but I was not accepted there.

My husband also experienced a miracle. While we lived with our daughter in Beijing, he suddenly felt sharp pain on the left side of his brain shortly after he returned home from dropping off our granddaughter at kindergarten. He also felt the right side of his body losing feeling. He immediately thought about reciting “Falun Dafa is good and Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” But he lost consciousness even before he was able to finish reciting the phrases. We rushed him to the hospital and he was found to have a brain hemorrhage. The two other patients in the same ward who had the same condition as my husband both died, but my husband survived. We knew that Master Li saved his life, too.