Growing and Maturing Through Dafa Cultivation

(Minghui.org) I am a young practitioner of Falun Dafa. Over the course of my life, there have been several experiences that have impacted my journey as I have grown and elevated through Dafa cultivation. I would like to share these snapshots of my life.

Fortunate to Obtain Dafa

In 1998, I began practicing Falun Dafa with my parents. They took me along to study the Fa, and I felt a great sense of joy during those times. There were several other children of similar ages at the site, and we would study the Fa together. Often, before the adults finished studying, we children would fall asleep. My parents would then carry me home on their backs.

Later, I went with the adults to the market to demonstrate the Falun Dafa exercises. Once, I was placed in the front row, and I heard someone exclaim, “There are even children practicing!”

At a conference organized by local practitioners, I submitted an article. Perhaps because there were few submissions from children, I was asked to be the first to read onstage. Looking back, I am filled with happiness when I recall the scenes from before 1999.

I was eight years old when I began practicing Falun Dafa.

I Know Falun Dafa Is Good

In 1999, the Chinese Communist Party began persecuting Falun Dafa, leading to many practitioners facing severe tribulations. My family also suffered. One morning after July 20, my parents burned incense for Master and then went to Beijing to validate the Fa. I didn’t know what the future held, but I supported their choice.

One night in 2001, my mother and I went out to post truth-clarification stickers while my father went alone. We returned home very late, but my father did not come back.

In the middle of the night, a group of police officers suddenly broke into our home and ransacked the entire place, even searching through the chicken coop. It turned out that my father had been arrested while putting up stickers. The police also took my mother away.

It was already past midnight, and the village was shrouded in darkness. I was alone in the house, feeling terrified as I clutched a kitchen knife to give myself courage. Anger and resentment toward the police filled my heart. I sat there in the house, crying silently.

I was eleven that year.

Dafa Granted Me Wisdom

Later, my parents were forced to flee our home and became destitute. In junior high school, my teacher discovered that I practiced Falun Gong. One night, he threatened to throw me into a pool and drown me, while also viciously attacking Master. At that moment, I felt both furious and ashamed of his shamelessness.

Thanks to the enlightenment and wisdom I gained from the Fa, I consistently ranked first in the school, and my teachers and principal did not take further action against me. Ultimately, I became the first student in the school’s history to be admitted to a provincial-level key high school, which confirmed the wonders of Dafa.

I was fifteen that year.

Facing Persecution with Righteous Action

However, in the 2008 college entrance examination, my results were very disappointing. Even in a subject where I had always performed well, I answered five out of eight multiple-choice questions incorrectly, and my final score just barely passed the cutoff for third-tier universities. I was completely baffled and had no idea what had happened. It took me several years to understand.

As I was filling out my college application, my father was arrested, and our rented home was ransacked. The police confiscated our cash, labeled it as “stolen money” and took it for themselves. They also seized our computers and other belongings, and they even tried to take the electric stove. One police officer still had a little conscience and prevented the others from taking the stove.

At that time, I both hated and feared the police. My mother and I had no choice but to leave home and move from place to place. We had no money and survived on steamed buns with sauce every day. One time, when we finally got to eat some rice, the only side dish was a little sauce, and my tears fell into my rice bowl.

A few months later, with some income, we bought a printer and a computer and continued to produce truth-clarification materials.

In January 2009, we produced Shen Yun DVDs, which we were permitted to produce and distribute locally at that time. When printing the DVD covers at night, we placed the printer on the bed to reduce any noise. However, the neighbors downstairs complained that there was a faint clicking sound coming from our apartment. We had no choice but to borrow money from fellow practitioners and move to a new apartment.

It was almost time to pay the rent, but we didn’t have any money. I was riding my bike on the road when the landlord called, demanding the rent. After hanging up, I was in tears, not knowing what to do next.

I was nineteen that year.

Dafa Helped Me Overcome a Sentimental Hurdle

With Master’s help, my mom borrowed money from relatives, helping us through the tough times. From then on, we were in a much better financial position. Under Master’s guidance, I worked on a project that provided technical support and made things easier for local practitioners.

If I had attended college, some things would have been more difficult to achieve. I finally understood the reasons behind my failure in the college entrance exam; everything was predestined. Now that I have my own small company, I have addressed the misunderstandings my relatives had about me not attending college.

From childhood to adulthood, I never truly left my mother’s side. Even when she was displaced, we were able to see each other frequently. I have always been deeply attached to my mother and have always regarded her as my spiritual pillar. The old forces often imposed an inexplicable thought on me: “If my mother were gone, how could I go on living?” The old forces did not merely impose thoughts on me; they actually took advantage of a gap in my mother’s cultivation practice.

In 2014, my mother was taken away by the old forces through sickness karma. She died in my arms, and I watched as her face turn ashen gray and then black. The fellow practitioners who came to visit eventually left, leaving behind an empty house.

I studied all of Master’s lectures given at various places from the beginning and worked hard to get over this hurdle. A year later, my mother came to visit me in a dream and said she missed me. Recalling what I had learned from the Fa teachings, I replied, “Heaven and earth now separate us. Please don’t come anymore.” From that point on, whenever the apparition appeared, I would send forth righteous thoughts. With Master’s blessing, I finally overcame this hurdle.

I was 24 when my mother passed away.

I Am a Disciple of the Fa-Rectification Period

A fellow practitioner and I formed a company and utilized our work to carry out Dafa projects. During the pandemic, our study group, under Master’s guidance, successfully broke through various restrictions.

Under the boundless compassion of Master, I have let go of many worldly attachments. However, I find myself confused about why I cannot muster compassion for the police who persecute Falun Dafa practitioners. In my heart, I know that they are pitiful beings who need to be saved, yet I struggle to treat them with compassion.

When Master’s article “How Humankind Came To Be” was published, I kept reciting it, until my mind became clear through the Fa. I am grateful to Master for bestowing the compassionate Fa teachings, which allow me to progress steadily on my path of cultivation.

Now, I am thirty-four years old. For twenty-six years, I have grown from a naive little disciple of the Fa to a clear-minded and rational young disciple, evolving from individual cultivation to becoming a Dafa disciple in the Fa-rectification period.