Twenty-Six Battles: The State of Fa-Rectification Seen in a Dream

(Minghui.org) (Editor’s note: The author has mostly cultivated on their own and joined a project only recently. Scenes seen in dreams are often related to an individual’s cultivation and may or may not be related to others. We publish this article to facilitate the sharing of cultivation experiences. Practitioners must take the Fa as their teacher in order to succeed in cultivation.)

I want to share with everyone about a dream that’s been vividly etched into my memory. I know that dreams are unreliable at best and indulgent at worst. But this one stands out in my mind and I felt it worth sharing because it involved a direct conversation with a god about the state of Dafa disciples from their view.

Some background about myself and why I’m writing this sharing: Ever since I started cultivating more than twenty years ago as a kid, I can count on a single hand how many times I’ve experienced anything.

The first time was the day I decided to become a Dafa disciple. That evening, I was presented with the option to either be a cultivator or be an everyday person. It was a pretty significant decision to put in front of a nine-year-old kid.

As I was mulling over the decision, it felt like the world around me suddenly became silent. The plants, insects, and nature outside felt like they were all vibrating and anticipating my decision. However, I was too terrified to make one. Until the sound of a cricket cut through the silence, loudly and methodically chirping the words “xiu lian” (cultivate) at me over and over. I figured if nature itself was bothering to tell me what to do, I should probably listen.

After that, I’ve been trudging in the dark. I’m very numb to anything cultivation related. I don’t get cultivation dreams, I don’t see anything, feel anything, hear anything, or get hints of anything.

So that’s why in recent years when I had two dreams involving me having conversations with the gods, I knew I had to treat it as a strong hint.

First Dream: My Grandfather Passes Away

The first one was when my grandfather passed away. In a dream, I was hiding behind a staircase eavesdropping on a conversation between a god and my grandfather. The god was giving my grandfather two choices: To live ten more years but suffer in pain from his illness, or to painlessly pass away and take his chances with reincarnation. However, he would deal a devastating blow to his family, leaving them heartbroken. He chose to leave.

I vividly remember that the god was dressed in white and was bathed in golden light. He towered over my grandfather and the staircase I was hiding under. He exuded enormous energy and pressure. I was terrified of being discovered eavesdropping on a conversation I wasn’t privy to. But when I heard my grandfather make his choice and saw the god leading him away, I couldn’t help myself and burst out from behind the staircase.

I angrily accused my grandfather of being a coward who chose to take the easy way out. I shouted at him to get his selfish, cowardly self back over to the human world and live life the hard way, like everyone else.

I was terrified of being punished by the god for rudely interrupting the way I did. Rather than being angry, he was both sympathetic and somewhat amused by my antics. Then I swiftly got booted out of that space and woke up.

Second Dream: The State of Fa-Rectification

The second dream directly deals with practitioners in the Fa-rectification period, as I mentioned in the beginning.

Once again, I was somehow eavesdropping on the gods by hiding under an enormous round war table. I couldn’t see how many gods were gathered around, but I could hear that they were all discussing the ongoing battles in a war that was being fought. I got curious and made my way from under the table and over to the side of a god holding a long scroll.

He unfurled the scroll and showed it to me. On the scroll was a list of battles, 26 in total. Next to each battle was a check or an X to indicate victory or loss. The first dozen or so battles were all check marks, indicating that Dafa disciples had decisive victories. As the number of battles increased, however, losses started to sneak in. He indicated for me to look at battles number 21, 22 and 23. They were all marked with an X. Dafa disciples had consecutively lost those three.

Beneath those, battles 24, 25, and 26 have yet to be fought. Regardless of victory or defeat in those final three battles, the war was already won with Dafa disciples emerging as the victor. (Editor’s note: While Dafa disciples are sure to succeed, each Dafa disciple walks his own path; whether each disciple has walked his path well and fulfilled his vows will be clear to all in the end.)

I asked what the chances of us losing the remaining battles were. He indicated that it was unknown. In the past, they (the gods gathered at that table) could have easily placed their bets on Dafa disciples. But now, it was unclear. The chances of losing all three remaining battles were very high.

I wondered why. He indicated it was because the army was tired. They felt that they already worked extremely hard in the early years and the war was already won. They became complacent and decided they didn’t want to fight hard anymore. They wanted to rest. They felt like the last few battles didn’t matter anymore.

As I continued to gaze at the scroll the god was holding, I could feel him staring right back at me, wordlessly asking: Do you want to fight with all your heart and might in the last few battles? Or do you want to take it easy and let it all unfold without participating?

In the dream, I couldn’t decide. My heart was torn between suffering three more battles or taking it easy and waiting for the end.

That final dream took place in 2023. At the time, I didn’t understand why there were 26 battles on the list. Two weeks ago, this dream suddenly popped back into my mind. It clicked that the 26 battles represented 26 years of the persecution.

I know that dream wasn’t normal. It was too vivid and detailed. I distinctly remember the size of the table the gods were gathered around, how it was made of thick heavy wood, how the gods were dressed in white robes and exuded enormous energy and pressure in the space around them, how they could read my every thought, how the god who showed me the scroll stood on my left, and how my height was just barely past his elbows. I also remember how I was overly audacious and brazen. I dared to use the god’s arm to prop myself up higher to look at the scroll.

I think this dream was a hint from the gods about what state Dafa disciples are collectively in. We’ve been in a state of complacency.

With all of the interference and attacks on Dafa happening right now, we have a choice to make: Do we rekindle the enthusiasm we had in the beginning and win these final battles and save all the lives we promised to save? Or do we take the easy route and sit back and wait for it to be over?