(Minghui.org) I was born in rural farming country. As a child, I loved listening to adults tell mythological stories. When I was enjoying the cool air outside on summer evenings, I often looked at the ever-changing white clouds in the sky and asked myself, “Are there really gods in the sky? What are gods like? Are Chang’e and Jade Rabbit really on the moon?” I never got tired of watching mythological feature films such as “Journey to the West” and “Nezha Conquers the Dragon King.”
Our schoolteachers told us that God does not exist, that the Bodhisattva is made of clay, and that believing in God is spiritual opium. The religions that the ruling class used to govern people were feudal superstitions, and only hard work and struggle were of value. Gradually, the seeds of atheism were planted in my young mind. Whenever I saw my mother burning incense, kowtowing, and worshiping heaven and earth during the New Year festivals, I laughed at my mother’s ignorance.
After graduating from college, I became a teacher, and from then on, I swam in the sea of fame and fortune. To pursue fame, I pushed my students to their limits and did not consider their physical or mental health; I reported on my principal to the Education Bureau for personal gain and hurt my colleagues to get ahead. My motto was “Take care of Number One.” I did not believe that good is rewarded and evil is punished. I lived by the principle of struggle and felt bitter and tired.
Chronic Illness
In the summer of 1998 while on maternity leave, my back and right leg below the knee started to hurt. The pain was so severe and constant that I couldn't sleep at night.
I had great faith in modern medicine, thinking that, with such advanced science, the hospital would surely be able to cure me. So I went everywhere for medical advice, took X-rays, applied plasters, consulted specialists, and bought imported medications. I spent a lot of money, but the pain just got worse.
After a time, I couldn’t walk normally and had to use a cane. I could only straighten my right leg or turn it outward on the bed, but I couldn’t bend it to the left or sit cross-legged. My body leaned to the left and twisted backward, with my left shoulder low and my right shoulder high. I looked at my young child and was depressed; I did not know if the pain would ever end.
Illness-Free
My sister’s coworker, a Dafa practitioner, heard about my condition and lent my sister a Dafa book called Zhuan Falun. When I saw the photo of the author of the book, Master Li Hongzhi, I felt so close to him that I read the book in one go. I felt like I had found a treasure and regretted not having it earlier.
I learned so much from that book. I learned that the meaning of one’s life is to return to one’s original self. One will obtain virtue when one does good deeds and karma if one does bad deeds. Virtue will bring blessings like happiness and longevity, and karma will bring disaster. One’s miseries, including illness, all comes from karma. I also understood the relationship between loss and gain. I decided to cultivate Dafa to be a good person and return to my heavenly abode.
Much to my surprise, after I finished reading Zhuan Falun, my pain went away, I was able to walk and ride a bike, and my posture returned to normal. Even my stomach problem was gone. I was ecstatic!
My husband witnessed my enormous change and supported me in practicing Dafa. He purchased all the Dafa books, made book covers with white paper, and wrote the title of the book neatly on the cover.
I studied the Fa every night, and did the exercises every morning. I was full of energy. It has been 26 years, and I have never been sick since. I live a carefree life, happy and healthy.
My Son Benefited from Dafa
Master told us: “Since you practice a righteous way, your practice will benefit others.” (Lecture Six, Zhuan Falun)
I have a deep understanding of this Fa. My son benefited and his body was purified three times before he was three years old. When he was eight months old, he suddenly began to cry and didn’t stop for five minutes. I saw a lot of pus coming out of my son’s left ear (my son had had an ear infection when he was two months old), so I rushed to look for a cotton swab, but when I returned, he had stopped crying and fallen asleep again! His ear was completely clean!
He had diarrhea at least five to six times a day when he was one year old. That went on for five days. But my son had no signs of sickness and it did not affect his eating and sleeping—it was as if nothing happened.
The third time was when my son was two and a half years old. Two big lumps suddenly appeared on his upper eyelids, one on each side, as big as quail eggs, and his eyes were like slits. But he behaved as usual, with no crying or fussing. Others urged me to take him to the hospital for surgery, but we waited, and two weeks later, the lumps disappeared, with no side effects whatsoever.
These three incidents with my son once again reaffirmed the extraordinary nature of Dafa and made me more resolute in my righteous faith in Dafa and Master.
Protected from a Major Accident
One winter morning, I got up late and hurried off to work on my bike. When I got to an intersection, a large truck parked on the side of the road blocked my view. I was anxious to turn left (it was a new road and there was no traffic light at the intersection), so I pulled out from behind the truck.
At that moment, I heard a voice say, “Throw the bike out.” (I was the only one on the road at the time and didn’t realize something dangerous was about to happen.) Before I could react, I found myself standing on the side of the road—I have no idea how—as the bike continued to glide forward. At that very moment, I saw another big truck plow straight into the bike and knock it over in one fell swoop.
The driver was petrified and asked, “Are you all right? Do you want to go to the hospital?” I knew Master had saved me, so I calmly told him, “You did not hit me. I am fine; you can go on.”
Escape from Evil
In July 1999, Chinese Communist Party leader Jiang Zemin launched the persecution of Falun Dafa. So many kind and innocent Falun Dafa practitioners have been detained in brainwashing centers, mental hospitals, labor camps, and prisons and forced to “transform” since them.
In 2001, I was arrested by local 610 Office personnel, taken to a brainwashing center, and detained for nearly four years without any legal procedures.
We were bombarded with Chinese Communist Party (CCP) propaganda that defamed Falun Dafa and we were ordered to write essays to denounce our faith. We refused. They locked us in a room, denied family visits, and made us use a basin as a toilet. They made us run in the field in the summer and deprived us of water, showers, food, and, in the end, of sleep for as long as three days at a time.
Another practitioner was severely beaten repeatedly, and we decided to break out. With Master’s reinforcement, we were able to open the lock, run from the fourth floor to the first floor, and jump over a high wall.
We found a rickshaw parked just below the high wall outside. In the moonlight, I saw a man sitting in the rickshaw. Without overthinking it, we got in the rickshaw and left the city.
As soon as we got out of the rickshaw, a car came up and stopped next to us. We got in the car and it took off. As left the car, we thanked the driver and walked along a highway.
Although we did not know it, we would have to pass through two toll booths on that highway. When we got to about 200 meters from the first tollbooth, the power suddenly went out, and all the highway patrolmen went into the tollbooth to check the lines, so we passed through without any problem, and then the power came back on after we had gone about 200 meters. The same thing happened at the second one. Those two sudden power outages allowed us to avoid the surveillance cameras at the toll booths.
By then, it was near dawn, so we left the highway to call a taxi. We went to a nearby village and saw a house with an open door. We went in, and the lady of the house told us that there were only two taxis in the village, her family’s and one other. She said her taxi had problems and couldn’t go far, so she knocked on the door of the other house for us. With the help of this lady, we got a taxi to the home of a fellow practitioner in another town. Our escape that night went like clockwork. It was amazing.
When we showed up at the fellow practitioner’s house, she was surprised to see us and asked how we got away. I told her everything, how everything just flowed: “Master was protecting us at every step along the way! How else could we have found a rickshaw in the middle of the night and a car right after the rickshaw? Two power outages at two toll booths at just the right time? And a taxi in a small village?”
We learned later that, after we escaped that night, the local 610 Office security police launched a city-wide search, and our relatives’ homes were searched thoroughly. Without Master’s protection that night, there was almost no chance that we would have escaped.
These amazing experiences have changed my outlook on life and the world, and I now realize that human beings are not the only intelligent and advanced beings in the universe.
People think science is very advanced, but science can’t prove that invisible gods and Buddhas don’t exist. Practicing Dafa has made me realize that there are higher beings in the universe with greater intelligence than human beings, and that people can also become high-level beings through cultivation, moral improvement, and assimilating to the universe’s characteristics of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance.
I am writing this article to express my gratitude to Master for his compassion and salvation and to validate the supernatural nature of Dafa and the greatness of Master. I also want to help the world understand the truth about Dafa, expose the evil, awaken this lost world, and urge people to stay away from the CCP, withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated youth organizations, and survive the upcoming great catastrophe in peace.
(Selected submission to celebrate World Falun Dafa Day on Minghui.org)
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