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Growing Up Happily While Bathing in the Buddha Light

July 18, 2024 |   By young Dafa practitioner Jingyu in Hebei Province, China

(Minghui.org) I am a ten-year-old Dafa disciple. My mother taught me to follow the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance since I was little. With the protection of Dafa, I have grown up healthy and happy.

Cultivating Xinxing Without Hesitation

It is not uncommon for children nowadays to swear. Maybe they think it is normal, but I consider it very unpleasant. The naughty boys in my class gave me many ugly nicknames adding swear words. Except for a few classmates, most of the 50+ students in the class called me by those names. These nicknames changed every few days, being replaced with even more unpleasant ones. I remembered Master’s Fa and endured it. The little boy who sat behind my desk pulled my hair every day. I followed Master’s Fa and looked inward, and he then stopped pulling my hair.

Two classmates in my group were lazy and didn’t do the job when it was their turn to clean our classroom. Every time, they would make me do their duty, and I ended up doing the work of three students on my own. I did their duties for an entire semester. When my mother found out, she was moved. I said to her, “It doesn’t matter who cleans our classroom. I’m not offended.” I know being a Master’s little disciple is not easy. Everything must be done according to the Fa.

Sending Righteous Thoughts, Eliminating Evil Spirits

Our school raised the national flag every Monday, and each time, I would send righteous thoughts. Once, during the flag-raising ceremony, an additional step was added. The principal gave a speech, talking about some things related to the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). I closed my eyes and sent strong righteous thoughts, not to let it harm the students and teachers.

I suddenly heard a “wow,” and slowly opened my eyes to see the flag falling down. The chain holding the flag broke. Truly unbelievable.

April 4th is the Qingming Festival [A celebration of spring, sometimes also called Chinese Memorial Day, a traditional festival in China]. The day before, the school held an activity to honor communist ancestors, and the flag was going to be raised. I thought some leader was going to talk about those things related to the CCP again, so I kept sending righteous thoughts as I walked out of the stairwell. I closed my eyes and saw a red dragon fighting a group of gods. The red dragon was quickly destroyed. When I opened my eyes, I saw a golden dragon coiling around the flagpole, with its claw slightly touching the chain holding the flag, the flag slid down. No matter how hard the flag-bearer tried to raise it, the flag just couldn’t be raised. Later, seeing that the flag would not go up, the school leaders used a magnet to lift it up.

Sometimes, when the weather was bad on Mondays, the flag-raising would be done indoors using the national flag that hung on the classroom wall. Each time I sent righteous thoughts toward the flag. I once heard a cracking sound, and the flag fell down (the flag was nailed to the wall). Later, I heard that flags in other classrooms also fell down. The school gave up trying to put them back up.

Our school’s flagpole would keep swaying when the flag was raised outside. No matter how many times the school leaders called people over to fix it and how many times they welded the flagpole, the pole still swayed when the flag was raised. During our physical education classes, no matter how strong the wind was, the flagpole remained still. The school leaders were afraid that the flagpole might fall down during the flag-raising ceremony, so they wouldn’t let the students near it. I sent righteous thoughts whenever the flag was raised. Even when there was no wind, the flagpole still swayed uncontrollably. The school held flag-raising ceremonies every Monday, and each time either the flag would fall down or get rolled up on the flagpole. From Tuesday to Friday, the flagpole would remain empty.

Last year, when the CCP organized an online signature campaign, I went with my mother to send righteous thoughts every day. Each time, Master encouraged me by showing me something. At the beginning of the online signature drive, during one session of sending righteous thoughts, I saw men and women from various industries lining up in long lines to report to Hell, with little demons registering them at the entrance. Afterward, I told my mother that we needed to send righteous thoughts quickly and clarify the truth, since many people had been deceived by the CCP.

During the hourly sessions of sending righteous thoughts, I saw a large group of gods fighting demons. There were so many gods, lining up endlessly and stretching until out of sight. The scene was magnificent, and the power immense. Once, when my mother and I missed the timing for sending righteous thoughts, I could only see a few gods fighting demons when I sent righteous thoughts. One time, I saw Laozi and Confucius, who were reading by the side of a bamboo forest, creating a very beautiful scene. My mother asked me how I knew it was Laozi and Confucius. I said their names were written beside them. I could sometimes see dragons and phoenixes, and sometimes, I could see the heavenly world shining with golden light.

Dafa Disciples Shouldn’t Look Down on Themselves

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, after finishing lunch, my mother took me to to a practitioner’s home to watch a Shen Yun performance, but when we arrived there were issues with the setup and signal, so we couldn’t watch it. I was so disappointed. Many practitioners arrived, including children who had just started practicing Dafa, and those who had stopped but still had some righteous thoughts concerning Dafa and wanted to watch Shen Yun. There were over 20 people in the room, waiting to watch Shen Yun. We wondered what to do about the poor signal. An elderly practitioner then suggested, “It’s not easy for us to gather together. Let’s take this opportunity to learn from each other.” So an impromptu, small Fa conference began, and everyone took turns sharing their cultivation experiences and insights.

At that moment, I closed my eyes and saw a room full of celestial beings discussing matters. The background turned yellow, and was no longer the simple little room we were in. The sacred and solemn scene deeply moved me.

Fellow practitioners, no matter what stage of cultivation you’re in, keep up your efforts, and don’t miss this opportunity!