(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1997 when I was 14 years old. Over the last 20 years, my family and I have been blessed and protected by Dafa and Master. I would like to share my stories to testify to Master’s compassion and the wonder of Dafa.
Years ago, while breastfeeding my baby, I felt a sharp pain under my left breast. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed a bunch of small bumps under my breast. I thought it was caused by the hot weather plus the way I held my baby, so I did not pay too much attention to it.
In two to three days, more bumps appeared on my back, the rash spread toward my nipple, and the pain intensified. Any light touch would result in a burning sensation. In just five days the bumps became large purple blisters. Blood and fluid seeped out of the blisters, which soon covered my back and chest.
I asked Master for help and also called my mother (a fellow practitioner) and showed her. She was alarmed and said, “That is shingles, a viral disease that causes painful skin lesions. But of course, you are a practitioner, so just firmly believe in Master and Dafa, study the Fa more, and send righteous thoughts, and you will be alright. Ask Master to strengthen you. I will also send forth righteous thoughts for you.”
After the call, I settled down and began to search within. I discovered that I had slacked off in my cultivation while taking care of my baby. I felt exhausted and developed resentment. I found a bunch of my attachments. I had to rectify myself, eliminate my attachments, and meet the requirements of the Fa.
Gradually, most of the purple blisters broke open, and my chest was soaked with blood and fluid. In about three weeks, I completely recovered. My husband also witnessed the speedy recovery and was impressed by the healing power of Dafa. He learned that it was a tough illness to heal and the pain could last a very long time.
My husband developed acne as a teenager. The pimples would fill with pus, break open, and leave scars on his face. The acne plagued him throughout the years. He tried numerous treatments with pills and ointment, but nothing helped. He was distressed by this condition but couldn’t do anything about it.
After I encouraged him several times, he agreed to quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its youth organizations and recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” He had a vivid dream when he quit the CCP that night. Someone dressed in the armor of a heavenly soldier called his name and told him that his three withdrawals from the CCP were recognized and recorded. And then the soldier disappeared. When my husband woke up, he said that his experience was not a dream, it was too real.
Seemingly enlightened, my husband began to read truth-clarification materials and learn about Dafa in earnest. He also began reciting the auspicious phrases whenever he had the chance. After a while, one day, he suddenly noticed that his face was smooth and clear—all his acne disappeared! He was wild with joy, having personally experienced the wonder of Dafa.
“In the future, I won’t believe anything the Communist Party says. If they smear and suppress something, then it must be good!”
My sister-in-law, who’d been married for many years, was unable to conceive. Her husband was an only child and her in-laws were anxious for a grandchild. They went to several hospitals for evaluation and treatment, with no success.
The couple complained and argued with each other, and a rift began to appear in their relationship. My sister-in-law knew how quickly I had recovered from shingles and how her brother’s acne resolved completely, so she came to me and asked for more information about Falun Dafa. “All the stories about how wonderful Dafa is you’ve told me, are they real? Can you teach me how to do it? Will that help me get pregnant?”
I read Dafa’s teachings with her when she came to my home, one lecture in the morning and one at night. The more we read, the more she enjoyed reading. Sometimes, she would read more on her own. She also began reciting the auspicious phrases.
I told her more basic information about Dafa and the facts about the persecution, why Heaven will eliminate the CCP, and why it was important to quit the CCP and its youth organizations. She agreed to quit. The pseudonym I gave her to quit was “good pregnancy,” which is a homophone for “good luck.” She thanked me.
Two months later, she called me, hardly able to contain her joy, “I am pregnant! It has been four weeks already! Thank you!” I was very moved and reminded her that it was Master who helped her. We both thanked Master for his compassion.
Her son is now a healthy toddler.
My son has been protected and blessed by Dafa since he was born. He never went to the hospital or took any medicine. Even if he had a fever or felt unwell, just by listening to Master’s lectures, he would recover in no time.
When he was just beginning to talk, one night, he said, “Hurts” and pointed to his hand. It was a bit red and had a bump. I thought it was a bug bite and did not pay much attention. He began crying, “It hurts, Mommy, it hurts.”
I told him that whenever he was afraid or in danger, he could say the auspicious phrases. We recited them together, and in less than five minutes, he told me that he was better, that there was no more pain. He gestured to me that Master came, waved his hand, and he was better. He said Master was wearing a garment without buttons (a kasaya). His father and I were both delighted. We have never seen Master’s fashen (law body) but our son was able to!
When my son had a fever of 104°F in the middle of the night two years ago, my husband was wondering what we should do. I believed Master would help, I held my son sitting on the sofa and turned on Master’s “Fa” lectures. His temperature was gone around 2:40 a.m., and he slept comfortably throughout the night. He was back to his normal self the next morning—as if nothing had happened.
Last year I took him to a playground that was on the second floor of a building. The first floor was not yet renovated. On the way to the play area, he ran ahead of me and fell down the stairs. People around us were screaming. I was so petrified that my mind went blank.
After about three or four steps, I noticed my son was standing still there on the stairs. I did not see what really happened, just that he fell face down. I knew Master protected him, but I did not know how. As I gathered him up and held him tight, I could hear my heart pounding.
But my son was not scared at all. He smiled and said, “Master just picked me up. I saw Master downstairs, but he floated up without walking and picked me up.” Tears ran down my face.
The greatness of Master and all he does for us and his compassion and dedication may often be unknown to his disciples. I just know Master is protecting us at every moment. What Master wants is for disciples’ hearts to return to their original true selves.
When I reorganized my Dafa books, I discovered an MP3 player we’d thought was lost years ago. I tried to turn it on but it would not play. I found a line to charge it.
After charging it all day, I turned it on, but it only blinked once before turning it off again. I thought it might be broken, but I also thought it contained Dafa materials and knew everything had life in other dimensions. Why not communicate with it?So I said, “You are chosen by a Dafa practitioner. Your mission is not over yet. It was my fault for not taking good care of you. Forgive me and get well soon.”
For the next few days, the MP3’s battery capacity kept increasing. After I used it to play the music for all five exercises, the battery was barely used up. After several days of use, it still had plenty of power!