From Waiting to Die to a New Life Through Falun Dafa

(Minghui.org) The years 1995 and 1996 were the worst time of my life. I was only in my 30s', but had so many illnesses, including severe hepatitis B, intestinal inflammation, chronic indigestion, anemia, and other conditions. I was too weak to do even the simplest household chores.

Enduring Hardship

The only food I could eat was congee, and only if it was runny. If it was too thick, or if I ate other foods that were hard to digest, I would wake up in the middle of the night with severe bloating, followed by relentless watery diarrhea. My wife would have to immediately give me an injection to stop the diarrhea.

Sometimes the diarrhea would stop after one or two episodes, but if it kept going, it meant the medicine wasn’t working, and my wife would take me to the hospital.

The doctor always asked, “Why didn’t you come sooner? Severe dehydration can be life-threatening.”

This happened several times a year.

Once I went to a famous hospital in a military region, but the doctors said the same thing: “There’s no cure for your disease. Taking medication just stops it from getting worse. Stick to your diet, but don’t stop taking medicine. If your condition deteriorates, you can stop the medicine.” In other words, all I could do was wait to die.

One day, a fortune-teller came to my village. He read the fortunes of many people and was remarkably accurate. When he saw me, he said I wouldn’t live past the age of 35. That year, I was 35 according to the Chinese lunar calendar. To me, death seemed like a release from my suffering, but my wife was heartbroken to hear this. Back then, I’d often wake up in the middle of the night and she wasn’t in bed. I assumed she was working in the fields; only later did I learn that she was crying outside.

Enlightenment: The True Buddha Has Come into the World

One day in August 1996, my father and my wife were working along the roadside. When they returned that evening, my father brought a book he’d received from a woman who practiced Falun Gong. He told me to read it, saying it would be good for my health. I had tried other types of qigong before, and had gone everywhere with my wife to worship Buddha and seek blessings, but nothing helped. I no longer believed in anything.

When my father persuaded me again to read it, out of respect for him, I decided to give it a try. Strangely enough, the book captivated me so much that I read it over and over again, completely forgetting all my worries and illnesses. It moved me deeply, particularly the section about sickness karma, which had a profound impact on me. I finally understood why my entire life had been filled with illness and suffering. This was not random misfortune, but the karmic consequences of wrongdoings accumulated over countless lifetimes.

I suddenly enlightened that the true Buddha had come to the world to save people. The next day, I told my father, “I want to practice Falun Gong.” He was happy and gave me his full support.

I Came to Cultivate, Not to Have My Illness Cured

That evening, I went to the home of the practitioner who gave my father the book. As soon as I stepped into her house, I saw the large portrait of Master. I immediately pressed my palms together in front of the portrait, and with tears of emotion streaming down my face, said, “Master, I am here. I have come to cultivate, not to have my illness cured.”

The practitioner was delighted to see me and told her husband to prepare dinner. She enthusiastically taught me the five exercises and I learned them all on the first try. She invited me to stay for dinner, and her warm hospitality made me forget everything, including the fact that I couldn’t eat plain rice. The table was laden with dishes, including fish and lotus root. I ate two large bowls of rice in no time. It was so delicious—the best meal of my life.

When I was ready to leave, my wife came to get me. I told her happily, “I ate two bowls of rice.” She was so shocked that she didn’t know what to say.

As soon as we got home, my wife got my medicine ready. I said, “I’m practicing now, I don’t need any medicine.” She stared at me blankly. I didn’t really understand the principles of the Fa yet, I just knew that my sins and suffering were what I had to endure, so I wasn’t going to seek treatment anymore. She was puzzled, “How will you survive the night?”

I did the five Falun Dafa exercises before bedtime. My wife was worried, so she lay quietly beside me as I slept, watching over me. Amazingly, I didn’t turn over once all night and slept very soundly.

Three Meals a Day, Nine Bowls of Rice

The next morning, my wife eagerly asked, “How do you feel?” I replied, “I feel great, and now I am really hungry.”

She stared at me, “You used to act like eating was taking medicine. Why are you suddenly asking for food?” Then she suddenly realized what was happening and jumped out of bed happily. She hurried over to my father’s house next door and told him, “I’m not going to work today—please help me take a day off.”

She came back to make breakfast and it smelled so delicious that I ate three large bowls. My wife was both surprised and delighted. Overjoyed, we began reading the Falun Dafa book again. Master’s words were so wonderful! I silently vowed to be a good person by following the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance, and to cultivate steadfastly.

Around noon, I said to my wife, “Please make me lunch, I’m hungry again!” I ate another three bowls at lunch and three more at dinner.

Since then, I’ve eaten nine bowls of rice a day in three meals and I haven’t taken a single pill. I feel more energetic, and my voice has regained its strength.

Purifying My Body

On the fourth day, as we were getting ready for dinner, my parents arrived. I asked, “What happened? How come you’re here?” My mother said, “I heard that you now eat three bowls of rice for each meal, so your father and I came to confirm whether it’s true.”

I chatted with my parents while eating and soon finished three bowls of rice. My wife joked, “You can’t bear to put down your chopsticks! Do you want some more?” I said yes and quickly finished another bowl. My parents stared at me in astonishment.

To be honest, I ate way too much and my stomach was still full when it was time to go to bed. My wife was a little worried, but I didn’t think much about it and just finished doing the five exercises and went to sleep.

Something miraculous happened that night. As I drifted in and out of sleep, my stomach began to feel bloated, and the bloating got worse and worse. Suddenly a large wheel started spinning on my stomach, from top to bottom, and gradually the bloating subsided. A bit later, my stomach became bloated again, and once again the wheel began to spin and the bloating disappeared. The wheel spun the whole night. Only later did I realize that it was the Falun that Master uses to purify a disciple’s body.

As soon as my wife woke up in the morning, she eagerly asked how my stomach felt. I replied, “I slept very well.” Then I told her about the miracle.

Since then, my wife, my parents and others in my village have witnessed the tremendous changes in my physical and mental well-being, and they have all begun practicing Falun Dafa.

Countless miraculous events have happened in my cultivation practice. My wife witnessed them all and has become a steadfast supporter in validating and upholding Dafa.