Falun Dafa Saves Me Three Times from Critical Condition

(Minghui.org) I am a fairly new Falun Dafa practitioner, and I would like to share my three near-death experiences to showcase the power of Dafa. 

Although I began my practice not long ago, my connection with Falun Dafa started over 20 years ago.

My Wife and Dafa

In 1997, when I came back home after working in another city for a while, my wife told me that she started to practice Falun Dafa and all her illnesses were cured. She encouraged me to practice as well. 

Despite having only a third-grade education and struggling to understand the content of Dafa books, I felt happy while reading them. I often picked up the books at home, but I didn’t consider myself a practitioner at the time.

When my son was two years old, he was struck by a bicycle, and the pointed end of the brake handle bar lodged into his head. My wife rushed to him, held down his head, and removed the bar. Blood gushed out. She pressed down firmly on the wound to stop the bleeding, and then knelt in front of Master’s photo with our child in her arms, pleading for Master’s help. My mother took a cloth and wrapped his head with it, as we all prayed for Master’s help, my son soon fell asleep.

Three days later, my son had fully recovered, with only a small scab about a centimeter (0.4 inch) in diameter remaining on his head. The miraculous power of Dafa spread throughout our village.

When the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began its brutal persecution of Falun Dafa in July 1999, I was bewildered and couldn’t comprehend why such a wonderful practice was being persecuted. A few months later, my family informed me that my wife had been arrested for petitioning for Falun Dafa in Beijing.

During my visit to the detention center, I was surprised to find she was calm. She expressed her strong desire to meet high-level officials and personally share her experiences and benefits from practicing Dafa. She also insisted that I shouldn’t spend money to secure her release. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to come home, especially when our child needed her care. In my anger, I slapped her in front of a guard, who praised my actions.

After her release, I took her with me while working away from home, hoping to discourage her from practicing Dafa and prevent her from going to Beijing to appeal again. However, she managed to stay in touch with local practitioners.

One day, she brought home some videos that revealed the facts about the Tiananmen Square Self-Immolation Hoax. After watching them, I realized that the CCP had staged the incident to defame Falun Dafa and incite public hatred against it. I also saw videos of Dafa spreading worldwide, which made me truly understand its goodness.

Embarking on Cultivation

Despite my deteriorating health, I resisted practicing Falun Dafa when my wife suggested it. I was diagnosed with Hepatitis B after undergoing a medical check-up. My wife encouraged me to think positively and practice Dafa, but I insisted on seeking help from doctors. We visited several hospitals of both Chinese and western medicine. But after spending over 5,000 yuan, which was half of our family’s savings, I still didn’t find a cure.

I became weaker, and had a yellowish complexion and purple lips. I had to restrict my diet and couldn’t eat the food I enjoyed. Eventually, I would start vomiting when I smelled the medicine. At a dead end, I finally agreed when my wife again suggested I take up Falun Dafa. 

Although I didn’t fully understand what cultivation entailed, I knew that cultivators embrace the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance, and I recognized that Falun Dafa is good. I made the decision to begin my Dafa cultivation.

My Three Critical Condition Episodes

On one occasion, shortly after lunch, I suddenly felt nauseous. I vomited black matter instead of the noodles I had just eaten. Simultaneously, I felt the urge to have a bowell movement, so I rushed to the bathroom with the vomit bucket in hand. I experienced diarrhea and continued vomiting at the same time. Feeling weak and dizzy, I eventually collapsed on the floor. My wife heard the commotion and came to check on me.

She held me in her arms, and after a slight jerk, I lost consciousness. She called out my name and appealed for Master’s help. It felt as though I had left my body. I encountered an old friend who had passed away several years ago. He was wearing chef’s clothes, although he wasn’t a chef during his life. He said to me, “You’re here too?” It suddenly dawned on me that he had died. I told him I shouldn’t be there and quickly returned to my body, waking up immediately. Sitting up, I asked my wife, “Where am I? What happened?”

I had a similar experience a second time. I collapsed again in the bathroom, vomiting and experiencing diarrhea. Later, my wife recounted that I was sweating profusely, had a grayish complexion, and my body was surprisingly cold. She couldn’t detect my heartbeat either. She pleaded with Master once again, and shortly after, I returned to life. My family was astonished by the power of Dafa.

The exact same scenario repeated itself for a third time: I lost consciousness while vomiting and experiencing diarrhea in the bathroom. My wife heard the noise, rushed in, and called my name. I soon woke up.

During all three instances, I vomited a substantial amount of black, sticky substance. I can’t imagine what would have happened to me if I hadn’t practiced Dafa. Though I’m not a diligent cultivator, Master has taken care of me and saved me on these three occasions.