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I fell ill when I was young. Afterwards I went to see many doctors and was on various medications for quite a few years. Nothing restored my health, and I eventually lost my faith in doctors and medicine. At the end of 1992, my health suddenly deteriorated. My family flew me to Beijing and took me to see a Qigong healer. After many treatment sessions, however, my health hadn't improved much. In July 1993, I saw a book entitled Falun Gong on my friend's bookshelf. I took it out and skimmed through it. In the book it said that a Falun would be planted in each practitioner's lower abdomen. I was shocked because nobody had ever been able to truly know the origin of life, and yet the founder of Falun Gong was able to create a living object. Something like this was unimaginable! I felt there must be something to it after all and mused that a Falun in my lower abdomen could very possibly heal my illnesses. So I hurriedly asked my friend to help me find out where I could learn Falun Gong.

On July 25, 1993, I attended the eleventh class that Teacher gave in Beijing. It was then that I started on my cultivation path.

The eleventh class was held in an auditorium at Beijing Public Security University. I was fascinated by the first lecture in which Teacher talked about prehistoric culture. I listened with my heart and found it amazing. I was born in 1948. As teenagers, my generation experienced the Great Cultural Revolution firsthand. From that bitter experience, we learned to think for ourselves rather than blindly following others. Despite this insight, I had always felt depressed in this confusing world. I didn't know what kind of standards I should use to judge others or myself. I liked reading magazines such as Mystery during my spare time, and I also thought a lot about things unconnected with our daily lives.

On that first day of the lectures, I learned and understood a great deal and was very excited. Attending the lectures every day, I felt better and better. Because of my positive experiences, I decided to take the classes again. The twelfth set of lectures given in Beijing was held in a company-owned site in the Wukesong area. After attending just a few of the lectures, I came down with a fever, and my chest ached whenever I coughed. I couldn't even talk. Some veteran practitioners told me, "Please try to come to the lectures no matter how sick you feel." After three or four days, the fever suddenly disappeared, and I felt that some substance was removed from my body. Next, I attended the thirteenth set of lectures held in Beijing, this time at the Two Seven Automobile Factory. After attending those three sets of lectures, I didn't need a housekeeper anymore as I was finally able to take care of myself.

Class after class, I listened to Teacher's words. All the things that Teacher talked about were new to me. The question was, should I believe what he said or not?

I thought that since life is short and one person's experiences are so limited, it would be impossible to try to prove or experience everything oneself. So I decided that I needed to closely observe Teacher, for if he was trustworthy, the things that he talked about must be truthful. I started to study Teacher's every expression, smile, and every little act. One day after a lecture during the twelfth class in Beijing, I took the subway home. As I waited for the train at the Wukesong Station, I saw Teacher coming, with his family and another practitioner. They were carrying their lunch boxes. When the train arrived, people pushed towards the door, shoving one another. However, Teacher was not in a hurry at all. He let others in first and was almost the last one to get on. I noticed that by the time he got on the train, there were only one or two seats left. So Teacher could have gotten a seat if he had hurried a little bit. But he just stayed there, and it seemed as though he didn't even notice the situation. In the space of a few seconds, all the people took their seats. In the end, he was probably the only one on the train who was standing.

I was deeply touched. I felt that he was so different from us, and I wondered how he handled things in this world. I finally came up with an answer, which is that he is simply "righteous." How righteous he is! He has nothing to hide; everything of his is so truthful. During the classes, he always started the lectures right on time. He also didn't talk in a roundabout way and would instead immediately get right to the point.

Teacher cleaned out our bodies during each class, and the health of many practitioners dramatically improved. It was remarkable. During the class, some people got rid of illnesses that had tormented them for their entire lives. I was so glad my health had improved, yet, I was even more delighted with the joy I felt. I had never been so happy in all my life. Everything was so clear. Whether from near or far or being rich or poor, all the practitioners held the same thought even though we didn't really know each other; we all listened to Teacher and wanted to cultivate ourselves. After each lecture, we didn't even want to go home. When I was alone by myself, I couldn't help asking, "Why am I so touched?" I later came to realize that Teacher, and all the things that he talked about, touched something deep in my heart, which is "truthfulness." Teacher is so noble, unsullied, and indestructible. I was deeply moved.

Teacher lecturing at the second class in Wuhan City, Hubei Province, March 1993.

After the thirteenth class in Beijing, the next set of lectures was to be held in Wuhan City. I wanted to go, but it was difficult for me to travel by myself. Although my health had improved a lot, I had been ill for so long that I was still too weak to even pick up a thermos bottle. But I really wanted to go. I encouraged myself, and at last I left for Wuhan City by train. My bed was on the top bunk in the sleeping carriage, and it was hard for me to climb up there. Just as I was thinking this, a young male who had the bottom bunk suddenly said to me, "Do you want to sleep on the bottom bunk?" I really appreciated his assistance. Similarly, when I arrived at my destination, Hankou Station, somebody helped me with my luggage. I felt so lucky. It was only many years later that I came to realize that it was Teacher who had arranged all the help that I needed. Teacher held three consecutive sets of lectures in Wuhan City. Those were the third, fourth and fifth classes held in Wuhan City. The third class was given at the Finance and Economics College, the fourth class was held in the City Committee Auditorium, and the fifth class was at the Wuhan Steel Factory. By the time the three classes were finished, it was mid-October. The next class was to be held in Guangzhou City, Guangdong Province, and I followed Teacher to Guangzhou City, where he gave the second set of classes held in Guangzhou.

The things that Teacher talked about were roughly the same from class to class. However, he would sometimes explain the same thing from different perspectives. Teacher's few sentences would make me suddenly enlighten to something, and in this manner I came to understand more and more. The more I listened, the more I felt that the things Teacher told us were extremely important and vast. Gradually I came to clearly understand that what he talked about was beyond the principles of Buddhism and Taoism; they were the principles of the entire universe. Teacher can create Falun, he knows the origin of life, and he can eliminate karma for us. Then who is he? I dared not think about it. I knew that introducing Falun Gong must be a huge event without precedent, so I told my husband about it and asked him to come and learn it with me. I also called my daughter, who lived abroad, and asked her to come back as soon as possible to attend Teacher's class.

I remember that it was during the second class in Tianjin when, for the first time, Teacher said he would leave the Fa to the world. The word "leave" exploded in my head. I realized that Teacher would not offer classes forever. Then and there I decided that if Teacher would offer classes, I would attend them as long as I was allowed to, no matter where they were. With my weak body, it was very hard for me to follow Teacher's route. However, the second I heard a lecture, all hardships were forgotten. I would give up everything in order to attend the lectures. Each time I saw Teacher walk on stage to lecture, joy would rise from the bottom of my heart. I felt very close to Teacher, and those days were so great and bright. At the end of each class, he would ask us to write something down in order to share our experiences with others. I felt guilty because I had nothing to say and didn't write anything. I didn't want to talk about how Falun Gong improved my health nor about how grateful I was. The only thing that was always in my heart was, "I hope Teacher can stay with us forever. I hope Teacher's glory can shine upon our lives forever."

In April 1994, I returned to Beijing from the second Dafa class held in Hefei City. I stayed in bed for an entire day and night because I was truly exhausted. The next classes were to be held in Changchun City, Master's hometown. To visit Master's hometown was a wish I'd had for a long time. When the train arrived in Changchun, practitioners there held up signs and took turns welcoming practitioners from other cities. We were booked into a hotel relatively far from the city center because it was less expensive. We were all excited and attentively took in the view through the bus windows. Suddenly, a local practitioner who came to pick us up pointed at a building and said, "Look, that's Master's home!" We looked where she pointed and saw an ordinary brick building without any mosaic decoration. It was about four or five stories high. I thought, "Master lives in such a place, even though he has great abilities. That is indeed rare." We felt great admiration and respect for Master and stared at the building in silence.

Master's residence in Changchun City.

The classes were held in Mingfanggong Auditorium at Jilin University. Because many practitioners came from other cities, Master held two sessions: one from 9:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m. and the other from 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. I bought a ticket for the morning class but couldn't get a ticket for the evening class. After the class, I was saddened as I went back to the hotel. The next day I stayed on the lawn outside the auditorium and waited until the evening class began, hoping to get a ticket. Suddenly, a practitioner next to me said, "Who wants a ticket?" I immediately took the ticket and gave her the money, and I walked into the auditorium in a great mood. Just as I was going to sit down, a familiar veteran practitioner ran up to me and shouted, "I was looking for you." I thought, "This is it. I won't be able to keep the ticket." Just as I had expected, she told me that a practitioner from Qinghai Province went to the class for the first time and could not understand Mandarin well. She wanted to listen to the lectures again and, as I was a veteran practitioner, I might like to give the ticket to her. I reluctantly gave her my ticket and walked out of the auditorium. The place was filled and the class had begun, yet, practitioners without tickets like me were still standing outside. That evening there was a dance party in the basement of the Mingfanggong auditorium. Anyone could have entered the lecture hall through a side door by purchasing a ticket for the dance party, but no one did that. A young man from Tianjin City said, "If we do such trickery, we will not be able to get anything even if we get in." Later I heard that the ticket checker at the door was so moved by practitioners' perseverance that he let them all in.

During that set of classes, Master walked to the lecture site every day. Some practitioners invited Master to ride in their cars, but Master refused politely.

The hotel we stayed at was far from Jilin University. Back then the price of a bus ticket was still quite low - less than one yuan. Some practitioners would leave the hotel for the lecture very early in the morning. One time I asked a practitioner why he didn't take the bus since the distance was rather far. He said he wanted to save money so he could attend another class. I was very moved. This was the last class Master held in Changchun City. At the end of the class, Master said something to the people in his hometown with great sincerity and kindness, and everyone was moved to tears. It was less than half an hour before our bus was to leave and yet everyone was still listening to Master and unwilling to leave.

I heard that Master would hold classes in Chengdu City on May 29, right after lecturing in Chongqing City. I knew there was no practice site in Chengdu City because no classes had been held there yet. I saw Master working very hard during the trip. While teaching in Tianjin City, Master lived in a hotel that cost only 20-some yuan a day and it did not provide a shower. We went home and slept after the class, and yet Master was adjusting our bodies 24 hours a day. Even so, some people still went to the place where Master was staying and kowtowed in front of him, begging him to treat illnesses for people in their families, and they wouldn't listen to what Master told them. Veteran practitioners felt bad and they didn't bother Master, hoping Master could get a bit more rest. At that time, my husband was working in Chengdu City, and I thought I might make use of this convenient circumstance to see if there was anything I could do to help, so I went to Chengdu.

That day, Master got off the train along with many practitioners who had come with him from Chongqing City. It was late May and the weather was hot. People who were assisting Master with the classes carried large bundles of the edited version of the Falun Gong books and were dripping with sweat. The Qigong Association sent a taxi and Master asked his assistants with the books to take it. My husband tried to drive his car to the train station exit so Master wouldn't have to walk a long distance. Right after he left the parking lot, many cars appeared from nowhere jamming the intersection in front of the train station. Fortunately my husband drove an imported car. It could start a bit faster because it had an automatic transmission. He tried everything he could and eventually got out of the traffic jam. He felt so anxious that he even developed a few blisters in his mouth. Because of the traffic jam, Master stood and waited in front of the train station for more than 40 minutes, for which I felt very bad for many days. Later, Master said it was interference and that he had encountered numerous such interferences before.

The class in Chengdu City was held in a hotel hall. Master never advertised his classes. Moreover, there were many other qigong classes in the area and people didn't take much notice in the beginning. On the first day of the class the hall was not full. However, the number of people increased dramatically after the classes began. By the last class, more than 800 people were in attendance. Every day, my husband would drive Master to the hotel after class. I was very happy that we could help Master in a small way.

When Master was touring to lecture the Fa, he had to arrange his own itinerary, as well as food and lodging. It was indeed a lot of work.

In Chengdu City, I went to many places with Master. On the first day we went to Wenshuyuan Temple, a monastery. Our car was in front of several other cars heading to Wenshuyuan. There was also a businessman from Hong Kong in the car. He waited in Chengdu City when he first heard a class would be held there. As he had difficulty understanding Mandarin while listening to the lectures, Master explained things to him during the trip. After we got out of the car, we saw four of Buddha's warrior attendants. Master turned around and said to me, "They were all there while I was lecturing." I said, "Why do they look so ugly?" Master said, "They have mighty powers." During that time, temples were chaotic and filled with foxes and other evil beings. Master cleaned them all out wherever he went, and all he had to do was wave his hand.

Magnificent Dafa in Leshan Mountain, Sichun Province, (1998)

Several days later, Master went to Qingcheng Mountain. The head assistants from the cities of Dalian, Guizhou, and Wuhan and several other practitioners went with him. During that trip, I suddenly understood an ancient saying, "It doesn't matter if the hill is not high; it is great if there are gods residing there." With a health condition like mine, I surprised myself by walking up the mountain and back down. When I returned home, my husband's colleague was greatly surprised to hear what I had done. After the class in Chengdu, we went to Leshan Mountain and Emei Mountain with Master. In the Hall of Arhats in Leshan Mountain, a fellow practitioner ran up to Master and said so-and-so Bodhisattva (I can't remember the name now) was embarrassed when she saw Master, and she sent greetings to Master. Master said, "When we leave, they will walk with us for quite a long distance." I was shocked to hear all this because all I could see were statues made of clay. After we left the hall, a monk behind us said, "This group of people is amazing." He obviously saw something in other dimensions. Emei Mountain was indeed different from other places. At Jinding (Golden Summit), the highest peak of Emei Mountain, I had my first real experience with my celestial eye. I went with Master on a tour and saw so many supernormal things. I found that my mind was reeling a bit. I asked Master, "So the legends are real after all?" Master replied, "The legends weren't born out of nothing."

The next set of classes was going to be held in Zhengzhou. I just managed to get a ticket for a berth on the train and was on the same train as Teacher. It was very hot that day during the trip. When we arrived at the train station it was very crowded. Just like us, Teacher carried his baggage and was soaked with sweat. I felt badly about that but could not help with anything. After we got on the train, we found that our train car was the last one, and it didn't belong to the same railway company as the front carriages. The main train belonged to the Chengdu Railway Bureau, while our car belonged to the Zhengzhou Railway Bureau. This meant that the front carriages would not provide any service, not even water, to our car, and we couldn't enter the front cars of the train because the connecting door was locked. A practitioner from Wuhan who traveled with us found a water jug. When the train stopped at a station, we got off the train and went to the front car to fill the water jug. But we did not have enough time to run back to our own car so we had to stand in that carriage until the next stop. There was just enough water for drinking. We could only soak a bowl of instant noodles in water as a meal for Teacher. We bought 6 tickets together with Teacher, and we were in the last coach of that train.

When the train passed Mount Hua, Teacher stood at the end of the train. There was no window in the door of our car. Teacher stood there for a long time, looking at the mountains that were far away. At that time, I felt puzzled and wondered what Teacher was looking at, so I also went over and gazed into the distance. Teacher told me that many people who cultivated the Tao on Mount Hua came down from the mountain to visit him. They were following the train. Teacher asked them, "What do you think about my disciples? Some of them had been cultivating for a long period of time." They said that few of them could compare with Teacher's disciples. These people accompanied us all the way to Zhengzhou to listen to the Fa. Later, during his lecture, Teacher talked about what had happened that day.

The conditions at the Zhengzhou facility were almost the worst I had ever seen. The Qigong Association had provided an out-of-date gymnasium for the class. The central wooden floor of the gym was quite old and broken in places, and the surrounding bleachers were built with broken bricks. There was not even any glass in the windows. The class began on June 11. A few days later it was the weekend and, midway through the class, a howling wind suddenly swept in and clouds darkened the sky and obscured everything. Heavy rain and hailstones came pouring down, and lightning accompanied by booms of thunder filled the sky and the earth. The rain came pouring through the windows. People in the stands surged towards the center of the gymnasium. Soon, hailstones as big as walnuts fell down, which fiercely and loudly shook the gym's iron roof. I had never experienced such a situation. With the violent wind, hailstones, and thunder and lightening, it seemed that the storm would crack open the roof of the gym. The roof above Teacher's platform started to leak. The rain poured through quickly and noisily, and then the main electrical switch shorted out. The lights went off, and it was as dark as night in there. All of these things happened within a few minutes. Everyone was looking at Teacher and heard him ask, "Who is up there?" We saw Teacher gently close his eyes and place his hands in front of his chest with his palms facing up. Practitioners who sat close to Teacher fixed their eyes on him. Some practitioners said, "Look at Teacher's hands!" Shortly after, Teacher clenched his hands into fits, as if he was grasping something. Then he opened the water bottle on the table, drank the water, and put the thing in his hands into the bottle. Immediately, the storm stopped, and the sun came out and shone into the gym. We all applauded and cheered. After that, Teacher sat on the table and performed a set of great hand gestures. Then Teacher said, "I have done a big thing for you. I have removed many things." At this point, the lights came on one by one and Teacher continued his lecture. Later, a young man from Zhengzhou, who often followed Teacher to attend the classes, said that he was in the main control chamber at that time. After the main switch shorted out, there was no electrical power, but the lights went on one by one anyway. The next day the Zhengzhou newspapers reported that roofs had been lifted off several buildings during the storm. The weather bureau was in a panic and said that there had been no indications that a storm was on the way. The Qigong Association sponsor said, "We saw an extraordinary scene today." The next day, the Mayor of Zhengzhou City reverently went to shake hands with Teacher. It was said that his daughter-in-law had attended that class.

The next set of classes was the second session held in the Jinan gymnasium, which had a seating capacity of about four thousand people. All seats were taken. During the Jinan classes, Teacher gave a very detailed lecture and also told us some of the things that would happen soon after.

Jinan 1998 Falun Gong experience sharing conference.

The next set of classes was held in Dalian. Teacher did not want all of us to go to Dalian. He told us not to fly to Dalian on the 30th. Teacher encountered various interferences on the way to Dalian. The interference from the evil was tremendous. In the end, Teacher took a boat to Dalian.

I remembered that, in Chengdu, the practitioner who was in charge of the Dalian assistant center once told me that there were dragons in a photo that they had taken with Teacher. I was quite surprised and asked her if I could see that photo when I went to Dalian. She said yes. When I arrived in Dalian, I kept thinking about the picture and looked for her to ask if I could see the photo. One day she brought the photo for me to look at. When I looked at it, I saw that it was true. In the sky behind Teacher and the practitioners, there were two dragons very close to each other; one in front and one in back. The dragons' heads were very big. The contours of their noses and eyes were very clear. It seemed there were people sitting on the dragons. She then pointed at the photo and said to me, "You see, there are two double-edged swords. I looked at them. The swords were quite small but clearly discernible. I stared at the photo blankly for a while. She said that photo was the only one that showed all of these things. When she took the negative to develop more prints, they did not turn out. Her son would not believe what the picture showed so he tried 20 times to investigate but gave up in the end. Later, during the tenth lecture as Teacher was answering practitioners' questions, a practitioner said that he had seen two double-edged swords when he read Zhuan Falun. Teacher said, "Yes, I brought those from the cosmos and they are boundlessly powerful."

On August 5, the classes began in Harbin. They were held at the Harbin ice hockey stadium. At that time, the stadium was still under construction. There were only seats on three sides, and the fourth wall was still just plywood. The staff of the stadium had never seen so many people travel tens of thousands of miles to attend a qigong class and so they also listened to Teacher's lectures. One day, before the class started, Teacher came to the stadium to see the practitioners. When he walked in front of the practitioners, the practitioners who sat in the stands that were closest to Teacher stood up together, reverently expressing their respect to Teacher. Teacher walked forward, the practitioners sitting ahead stood up together as well. In this way, as Teacher walked around the stadium, a group of practitioners stood up and another group sat down, orderly and continuously. The scene was extremely spectacular. At that moment, the entire stadium was permeated with sacredness and reverence. Even the practitioners themselves were amazed. It happened spontaneously and had not been planned at all. A person who was attending the classes for the first time and sitting next to me whispered, "Wow! I've never seen such a scene. It is impossible for any of the national leaders to receive this."

The Yanji classes were held in the Yanji gymnasium. A local practitioner, who was of Korean descent and who had been the first person to attend Teacher's classes in other cities, had eagerly made the arrangements for this class. He said that he wanted to do a good deed for the people of his hometown. It was said that 70% of the people from his workplace attended the class. On the last day of the class, the Korean practitioners wore bright and colorful folk attire, which was the most ceremonious formality, to express their gratitude to Teacher and to see Teacher off. There was a brief ending ceremony after the class. Teacher donated 7,000 yuan, his entire income from this set of classes, to the Yanjin Red Cross.

After leaving the classroom that day, I went directly to the railway station and took the Tumen Number One train to Changchun, where I changed to the train to Harbin.

After traveling the whole night by train, I arrived at Changchun in the morning. I dragged my suitcase and felt very tired. When I got to the underground passage gate, I saw Teacher standing behind me, kindly looking at me. I was so happy and moved but was afraid that Teacher would want to carry my suitcase, so I hurriedly said, "Teacher, please go first and don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I often travel by myself and won't have any problems." After Teacher went ahead, I moved down step by step towards the underground passage. I carried my suitcase and walked to the exit, following the queue to get out of the railway station. When I raised my head, I saw Teacher standing in front, waiting for me to come out. He was still so kindly looking at me. At that moment, I felt a warm flow passing through my heart. I pressed my hands together to do Heshi (a greeting hand gesture to show reverence) and said, "Teacher, please don't worry about me. I can manage it by myself." That day, I reached Harbin without any trouble and miraculously went back to Beijing the next day.

On December 21 the Fifth Fa Lecture Session in Guangzhou City, Guangdong Province, began. This was the last Fa Lecture Session held in China. At that time, Falun Gong was already very widespread and people came from all over the country to attend the seminars, even from the far northeastern provinces and the Xinjiang Uighur Autonomous Region. They came to obtain the Dao (Way), which they considered the greatest thing in their lives. There were many moving stories. Some people came too early and had only brought a small sum of money for their living expenses. So they reduced their daily food expenditure to two yuan, which, in a city like Guangzhou, is not nearly enough to keep a person fed. Therefore, some practitioners from Beijing gave each one of them one hundred yuan. A girl from northeastern China had no income since her state-owned company, along with some large and medium industrial companies, had declared bankruptcy. She went out selling vegetables to make a little money so she could attend the Fa lectures, and with that little money she helped other people attend the Fa lectures, too. Two brothers, who came carrying their bed quilts, lived like vagabonds on the food people donated and slept outdoors, exposed to all kinds of weather.

Teacher giving Fa Lectures at the Second Fa Lecture Session in Guangzhou in 1993.

It was said that more than five thousand people had come and those that came later could not get tickets to the lectures. Long before the first lecture started on the morning of the first day of the seminar, the square in front of the gymnasium was already a sea of people. Among them, about 500 were without tickets. Some Beijing practitioners gave them their tickets. As the tickets were handed over, the givers and the receivers and the people watching had warm tears in their eyes. After the lecture started, people without tickets still stayed in the square in front of the gymnasium. Their perseverance deeply touched the workers at the gym, who then made an exception and opened an adjacent building where they set up a TV connected to a simultaneous videotape player so people could watch the lectures.

The Fifth Fa Lecture Session in Guangzhou was an exceptionally grand occasion. It could be seen that people were eager to obtain the Fa. The consciousness of sentient beings had been aroused and their respect for Teacher was beyond description in any language. One day, practitioners came very early, standing quietly on both sides of the corridor between the gate to the gymnasium and the hall inside. The crowds of people left no space in the gym except for the corridor through which Teacher would enter. When Teacher came, he was greeted with great respect. The great reverence for Teacher from everyone's heart of hearts astonished the workers at the gym. They asked practitioners, "What kind of person is your Teacher? We have never seen so many people paying so much respect to anyone."

The Fifth Fa Lecture Session in Guangzhou excited and encouraged practitioners. We realized what a great thing Teacher had taught us and what kind of roads we would be traveling on the paths of our own cultivation. Everyone had made up his mind to continue his practice to the end.

The Fifth Fa Lecture Session in Guangzhou was the last class Teacher held in Mainland China. Within just a few years, Falun Gong was at the height of its spread in China.

To attend the fifth seminar, people had made special trips from the USA, Hong Kong, and some European countries. These people, after returning home, became the first group of practitioners in their local areas and later did much work in spreading the Fa all over the world, making a great contribution to the Fa.

Recalling my journey of cultivation during the past eight years, I rejoiced very much over my chance to live in the time when Dafa was first being spread, to listen to Teacher's lectures in person, and to be taught the practice by Teacher in person. How valuable a predestined relationship this was! Many people would envy me for having such a relationship. Although during those years I encountered many tribulations and suffered a lot, my feelings and mentality were totally different from when I had no choice but to suffer the torture of ill health prior to my cultivation in Dafa. In my cultivation, after suffering, I clearly felt dirty materials being eliminated piece by piece from my body. Now my body was full of energy, my life full of hope, and I could see a hopeful and beautiful future.

As a matter of fact, every being's life was originally beautiful. Due merely to ignorance of the universe's principles, a being unknowingly caused much karma and its life was drawn into an abyss of suffering. Teacher told us the true principles of the universe, purified our bodies, and equipped us with the Falun Law Wheel and all the mechanisms needed in our cultivation, which enabled us to cultivate ourselves in Dafa and continually raise our levels, both physically and spiritually. Non-practitioners may see suffering in practitioners' lives, while we as practitioners feel very happy because we are beings who are ascending and who are able to exist forever together with the universe. In the past, this would only be considered demonstrating the good will of human beings, while today we are truly and earnestly going along this path and we are truly able to jump out of the abyss of suffering and return to our true origins.

It has been very hard for our Teacher to spread the Fa. He has done so without a single minute or second of rest during the nine years of spreading the Fa. There are many things that we may never know and our hearts may never be able to hold. The loftiness and greatness of his moral character and the vastness and magnificence of his wisdom, even a ten-thousandth of it cannot be expressed using human language. In July 1999 in Mainland China, I saw radio and TV stations fabricating rumors like crazy. With cruel motives, they were arousing people's bad thoughts. Not only everyday people, even some practitioners started to waver. I just felt it was pitiful to the point of being absurd. How can one probe Buddha's heart from the perspective of human notions and judge Buddha's principles using human reasoning?

At this last moment of rectifying the universe using the Fa, we must follow Teacher on the way forward as we did before, for ourselves and especially for the eternal future of the sentient beings in the universe.

(Translator's note: The above text was copied from the following articles:

http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2002/10/13/27517.html

http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2002/10/15/27589.html

http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2002/10/25/27794.html

http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2002/10/26/27760.html)

(Clearwisdom.net) In April of 1994, my little sister told me that a Falun Gong class would be taught in Jingzhou City. She urged me to attend. I found an elderly Buddhist nun that I knew and asked her about it. I said, "Falun Gong is going to have a class and it teaches the Buddha's Fa. Have you ever heard of Buddha's Fa in all these years that you've been a nun?" She replied, "I haven't heard of Buddha's Fa. I have no idea what that is." So she and I planned to go to the class together. On that day, a lay Buddhist came to the nun asking to also become a nun. She did not know that we were on the way to the Falun Gong class. Implying that we should take the newcomer along, the nun asked me, "What about her?" "Let's follow our predestined relationship," I replied. As soon as I told the lay Buddhist about the class, she immediately said that she also wanted to attend. Because I had many health problems (including throat cancer for seven years), I had lost my sense of thirst and had not sweated for years. But as soon as I got on the train, my hands and feet started sweating a sticky substance. Later I realized that Teacher had begun purifying my body even before I saw him.

Arriving in Jingzhou we went straight to the class. When Teacher appeared at the podium, I was so excited. The nun, who had been a vegetarian for 40 years, sat beside me. She said to me, "I just saw Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, appearing as a 13 or 14 year old with gold earrings. So solemn and magnificent! The Bodhisattva appears wherever Teacher speaks. When Teacher talks about Buddha's Fa, the image would be that of a Buddha. When Teacher talks about Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, the image would appear as Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, with hands constantly emitting colorful lights. So many Falun have filled the room, like snow flakes." That nun had known at an early age that she would be able to see Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara if she became a Buddhist nun. I suppose it was the Buddha that had led her to Dafa. Later she told me, "I am not going to be a Buddhist nun any more. I will only practice Falun Gong. Teacher is a Buddha. He comes to the world to save people."

After two lectures, the nun already understood that Teacher was teaching the Buddha Fa and cultivation. Feeling that she had been a Buddhist nun for so many years without truly understanding what school she had been practicing, she could not help but cry. On the last day of the lectures, Teacher was answering questions from students. Because the nun was still crying and there was not much time left, I went to ask Teacher about it. Teacher was sitting on a sofa on the right hand side of the stage. He looked at me kindly. I walked up before him and said, "Teacher, there is a nun, and she does not know what to do. She is crying." Teacher told me, "Go to tell her it is the same." I was just about to walk away when Teacher said, "Come back. Go and bring her here." I went to find the nun and we both walked toward the stage. When we got close to the podium, the nun suddenly knelt down and bowed her head with tears falling. Teacher came down and helped her up, saying, "Don't be this way." He helped the nun up to the sofa. She was unable to say a word because of the emotion. She simply asked, "What should I do?" Teacher looked at her and ,pointing to the podium, told her, "They are all here. Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara and Sakyamuni are all here." Hearing Teacher's words, the nun was filled with happiness. She understood that it was that way, and that the Gods and Buddhas from the heavens had all come to assist Teacher in spreading the Fa and saving people! She felt so fortunate that she had the opportunity to hear Teacher's instruction and obtain Dafa! Indeed, how fortunate!

One day class ended at 9 p.m. We had sat in the last row and so were the first to exit. It was raining outside. We walked far away from the lecture hall when I saw Teacher from the back in the rain. I then shouted loudly, "Isn't that Teacher?" Teacher heard my voice and turned around to greet us with smile. I watched Teacher's back fading away in the rain as he walked. At that moment, I wondered, almost with blame, why the local practitioners had not arranged a car for Teacher. How could we let Teacher walk in the rain? Other Qigong masters were always driven back and forth in cars, but our Teacher just walked in the rain.

That unforgettable experience is vivid to this day. It feels like it happened yesterday. Cherish today's opportunity; we have been waiting for it for thousands of years. Don't let the opportunity pass!

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A Precious Memory

(Clearwisdom.net) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner from Nanjing City, Jiangsu Province. I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. Teacher did not give lectures in Nanjing, so practitioners in Nanjing had always wanted to see Teacher in person. Shortly after I obtained the Fa, I attended an experience sharing conference. In the conference, an engineer I'll call "T" from Jiangsu Province talked about his experience of meeting Teacher on an airplane when he went overseas for a visit. I am writing his experience down from my memory to share with everyone.

"I had been to America and met Teacher Li on the airplane during my return trip. In fact, Teacher Li was on the same flight as I was on when I went to the U.S., but I hadn't noticed Teacher then. When I was on the flight back to China, I saw a tall, middle-aged man walk by shortly after the flight started. My eyes lit up and I thought, 'Isn't this Teacher Li?'

"I had never met Teacher Li before and had not begun to practice Falun Dafa, but my wife and daughter were cultivators. I had seen Teacher Li on television when they watched the video of Teacher's lectures, and I had been left with a deep impression.

"I knew that Dafa was good and also respected Teacher Li very much. I thought to myself, 'I should not miss this good opportunity.' Therefore, I went up and said, 'Excuse me, may I ask if you are Teacher Li?' Teacher Li said with a smile, 'Yes.' After Teacher Li sat down, I wanted to sit next to him but the practitioner who accompanied Teacher did not agree and said, 'Teacher is very tired, and needs to rest.' Teacher understood my feelings and told that practitioner, 'You two switch seats for a while; let him sit by me.' Thus, I was fortunate to sit next to Teacher. I wanted to talk to Teacher but didn't know what to say. Teacher didn't talk either. He picked up a newspaper, started reading, and handed me another newspaper. I sat quietly, but I couldn't concentrate on reading the newspaper. I wholeheartedly wanted to ask Teacher Li some things. After remaining in such a conflicting mood for about half an hour, I decided to talk. I said, 'Teacher Li, I understand the Falun Gong you have taught; I also respect you very much.' Teacher smiled, but didn't say a word. I also said, 'I also want to learn Falun Gong but I have never attended Teacher's lectures. I wish Teacher would give me a Falun.'

"Teacher Li looked at me and laughed, like an adult looking at a young innocent child. Then he said, 'Read the book, read the book more.' My face turned red. I knew that my question had been very naïve.

"After a little while, I had to return to my own seat at the repeated requests of the fellow practitioner. But after I sat in my seat for a while, I wanted to ask Teacher more questions, and so I went and sat next to Teacher one more time to ask him more questions. I was again asked to leave by the practitioner.

"The third time, Teacher Li asked the practitioner to call me over and sit next to him. Teacher asked me to look out the window. I suddenly saw a very big, colorful ring of light underneath the wing of the aircraft. It was very beautiful and spectacular.

"Before I said goodbye to Teacher Li in Beijing, I said to Teacher, 'Nanjing Dafa practitioners wish that Teacher would come to Nanjing to give a lecture.' Teacher Li said, 'We will need to wait for the right opportunity. This year's schedule is already full.' I also said, 'Teacher, could you give a few suggestions to Nanjing Dafa practitioners?' Teacher Li said, 'You should read the books more, read the books more, and read the books more.'

"After that, Nanjing practitioners began to read the books and study the Fa more."

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(Clearwisdom.net) I was very touched when I read a practitioner's article "Following Teacher for Thousands of Miles around China." It reminded me of my experience of following Master to Chengdu City, Sichuan Province, and attending Master's lectures in person many times. I had experiences similar to that author and have seen all kinds of difficulties during Dafa's 10-years of spreading in the human world.

I am not highly educated, but I was in a unique position to have seen how hard it was for Master to spread the Fa in the beginning. I want to try my best to write about it, share it with my fellow practitioners, expose the lies, and validate Dafa. This is also a process for me to break through the blockage of old notions.

I have left my home and have had to go from place to place because of the persecution. Shortly before last New Year's Eve, I could not find a place to live. I was thinking, "The Dafa of the universe is being persecuted, Master is being slandered, Chinese people's minds are poisoned, and practitioners who are forced to leave home cannot even find a place to stay!" I felt very sad and missed Master very much. I went to the streets that Master had walked on and came to the Fangze Garden in Ditan Park. I sat on the rock for a long time and recollected scenes from the Fa conference held here in December 1996. The memory was very vivid in my mind. We had the Fa conference in the morning and group sharing in the afternoon. After group exercises, we had dinner together in two main halls. Master came in to join us. Seeing Master, everyone stood up immediately, some applauded, some pressed their palms together in the "heshi" gesture of respect. We were all showing our respect to Master. Master smiled and walked around. He did not stop, just kept waving to us, "Everyone sit down. Keep eating. Enjoy your meal. I will come back to see you in a little while." Later I heard that Master had just come back from the U.S. He rushed to the meeting place as soon as he got off the plane and had not had dinner himself. After dinner Master came back and lectured to us for over 40 minutes. Remembering Master's voice and smiles, I felt fortunate and couldn't stop crying. Suddenly I didn't feel I was suffering anymore. Thinking about Master putting all of his energy into saving people, our behavior today has to be worthy of Master and worthy of Dafa!

In the summer of 2001, someone betrayed me and led people from the "610 Office" and seven or eight police officers in two police vehicles to arrest me. It happened that I wasn't home at the time, so they did not find me. They adopted every possible means, tough and pleasant, toward my family members, who are not practitioners. My family was deceived and started to help the police.

At that time I hadn't realized that a problem existed within my own space. My family members came to my place and tried to force me to go to the brainwashing class. I sternly told them, "The Fa is deeply rooted in my heart. I am determined to take this path, and no one should think about swaying me." I kept eliminating the evil factors behind them and got rid of their thoughts of calling the police that night. They agreed to let me sleep for a few hours and would send me out in the morning. I heard them murmuring that they would call the police vehicle to come pick me up in the morning. Around 2 a.m. I thought, "I shall not follow the evil at all. I must take every step right. I am a Dafa particle." Then I kept sending forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil factors in other dimensions that were controlling my family and asked that the gate not be locked. Every night at midnight, the gate is closed and re-opened at 6 a.m. I should not be led by my sentiment but must leave before dawn. The lock opened with a light twist, and I broke the "blockade" easily with my strong, righteous thoughts. It was raining that day. I walked around for a whole day and still had not found a place to stay by 10 that night. Standing on an overpass I was tired, thirsty, hungry and cold. Our old practice site was just underneath the overpass. Past events appeared in front of my eyes one by one.

I had seen our Master lecture in person in the early days, and he had personally taught me the exercises. Dafa is good. Master is good. Soon, our one practice site had increased to over a dozen. We studied the Fa and exercised together and shared our experiences. It was such a pure land. Now I have lost contact with those practitioners because of the persecution. Thinking about the past and today, I felt like crying but had no tears. How do I validate the Fa now? Suddenly I realized there was something wrong in my mind. I cleared my thoughts, adjusted my state of mind, and asked myself calmly, "What is your responsibility?" I saw Master meeting with assistants and giving a lecture in January 1995. After I adjusted my state of mind, I rationally analyzed the situation. Currently, the evil force is taking advantage of our human thinking. On the one hand, they separate us and try to destroy us. On the other hand, they try to use the illusion of the evil's authority to wear out disciples' wills. Looking inside, I feel that this can be attributed to our not having studied the Fa well as one body. Nothing is accidental. I am responsible for it. I have not done well in my cultivation.

Master taught us, "Guiding a group of cultivators well accumulates boundless merit and virtue. But if you don't guide people well, I'd say that you haven't fulfilled your duty." (Explaining the Content of Falun Dafa)

Indeed I had not fulfilled my duty and have brought so much loss to Dafa. Master! I feel ashamed before Dafa and you. At that moment, I didn't feel lost anymore. I told myself that I should not be unworthy of Master's expectations. I must take each step of my Fa-rectification correctly, be responsible to people and to the universal Dafa. I set a motto for myself, "One Master, one Fa. Firmly believe, be steadfast, firmly cultivate and complete the path all the way." I can defeat all tribulations. Besides eliminating the evils that persecute me, I told myself that I should not be perturbed because I couldn't find a place to live. Nothing could destroy me. As the saying goes, "The heaven is the cover; the earth is the bed; the sprinkling rain is the sweet dew." Nobody is as free as I am. Later that night, miraculously, I found a temporary place to rest. Then I found a place to stay the next day and started my new journey of Fa-rectification.

In the second half of 2001, practitioners had a lot of difficulties finding each other, and there were only a few truth-clarifying materials available due to the persecution. Practitioners were not able to read Teacher's new articles when they were published and were unable to hold any large experience sharing events. Under all of the pressures, I came to clearly understand the responsibility that each Dafa disciple has for saving sentient beings, and I did not wait or depend on anyone's help. I started to use every possible way to re-establish contact with the veteran practitioners I used to know and to re-form the new practitioners' group in my local area. For those practitioners who were misled by the evil propaganda, I never gave up hope in them under any circumstances and offered them encouragement. Teacher would not leave any true practitioners behind and this reminded me of something that happened back in the beginning of 1994.

One veteran practitioner told me that in the early days of the lecture classes in China, every student would fill out a survey about their health conditions and Teacher would read them over one by one. The number of students was increasing tremendously at that time. They were coming from all over China. Sometimes Teacher's seminar helpers would wake up early in the morning to find him still reading through the surveys one by one. After each lecture, Teacher always asked every student to write up their experiences so that he could read them. There were so many students. Who could imagine just how many papers Teacher read through every day? Some of the students who helped Teacher run the seminars used to say, "I do not know when Teacher goes to sleep. Usually when it is dawn, I still see him concentrating on reading through the experience sharing papers." Whenever I saw Teacher back then, he had students' experience sharing papers with him wherever he went and would read them whenever he had free time. He was truly responsible to each and every one of his students! Sometimes I saw that some of the students' reports were very messy and difficult to read and I really felt sorry for Teacher to have to try and read them all. Even in everyday life, reports handed in to our teachers and supervisors need to be neat and orderly.

Many practitioners, even to this day, may not truly realize just how difficult it was for Teacher to look after all of his students back then, but he never gave up hope in any one of them despite this. Our Teacher will not give up on a single pre-destined relationship and this demonstrates how great and kind and compassionate he is. All of this is like what he said in "Eliminate Your Last Attachment(s)" (Essentials for Further Advancement II), "The truth is, I treasure you more than you treasure yourselves!" Teacher has indeed borne a tremendous amount for his disciples and all sentient beings!

In this light, I realized that it is every practitioner's responsibility to help and encourage each other in the Fa-rectification period and to never give up hope in those practitioners who have been misled by the evil's propaganda. After realizing this, I began to contact more practitioners, and together as a group we started sending forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil beings that persecute Dafa and Dafa practitioners and lead practitioners astray. I sent forth righteous thoughts to all practitioners that used to practice Dafa but have given up and told them that this kind of opportunity is very hard to come by and not to fall behind in the Fa-rectification period.

I did not step out to validate Dafa and expose the evil in the beginning stages of Fa rectification. At that time, I did not know what to do, and stayed home to study the Fa all day long, thinking that I was on the right track. But starting in the year 2000, when Teacher published his new articles beginning with "The Knowing Heart" onward, I awakened to my responsibility to step out and validate Dafa and expose the evil. In "Rationality" (Essentials for Further Advancement II), Teacher said, "You must let the world's people know about their evilness--this is saving people, as well." When I decided to step out, I couldn't find any truth clarifying materials and I thought that if I could only get a copy of some truth clarifying materials I would know what to do next. So I decided not to wait and immediately took action to make some materials myself. After stepping out to validate Dafa a little bit, I studied the Fa again and felt that Teacher had been very clear about the need to step forward. Why was I unable to realize this earlier? After looking inside myself I found the reason: my attachments to selfishness and fear and my stubborn mentality that always thinks I am right, combined with an irresponsible attitude and an unrighteous heart. Around National Day 2000, I could not wait any more and carried a banner that read, "The Fa Rectifies the Cosmos" to Tiananmen Square along with several other practitioners.

I still remember vividly what happened on Tiananmen Square that day. There were around one hundred practitioners who had come to the center of the square, and I was among them. Plainclothes and uniformed police and police cars were everywhere looking for Falun Dafa practitioners. My mind was very righteous and I did not have any fear in my heart when I unfolded the banner reading, "The Fa Rectifies the Cosmos." When the police and their cars came over to grab me, I looked at them and said, "What are you doing?" As soon as I said this they looked like they had gotten an electric shock and released their hands from me and stepped back simultaneously. I experienced the magnificent and mighty power of "One righteous mind can subdue one hundred evils." (Zhuan Falun) I returned home safely that same day and immediately took some truth clarifying materials to go out and continue to validate the Fa and walk my new path of Fa rectification.

Everyday since July 20, 1999, has seemed like a year. From longing for an end to the persecution to validating the Fa openly and nobly, we have gradually become more and more mature during this period. The rumors and defamation of Dafa on TV made me more clear and firm in my belief in Dafa. I remember a time when the director and secretary of the neighborhood committee came to my home to try to force me to give up cultivation. I pointed to the TV and told them, "I watch the news on television every day. What is said is completely different from what I have experienced. Practitioners are the ones reading Zhuan Falun every day and who are the most knowledgeable about what is written in that book. We are practicing Falun Gong and cultivating our xinxing (moral character) each day. We are also the ones who are most clear about what we do every day. For example, I eat a pear every day. Who should describe how a pear tastes, me, or someone who has never eaten a pear? How could I believe and follow you?" They immediately became speechless. I then sternly told them, but with a peaceful attitude, that if they wanted to ask me what Falun Dafa and cultivation were like, they were welcome to do so anytime. However, if they wanted to speak to me about other things, then they should not waste their time. They have not returned since then.

Whenever I saw the rumors and defamation of Master Li on television, I could not stop my tears. With the Fa spreading in the human world, I had witnessed the tribulations that Dafa had experienced and the hardships Master Li faced while spreading the Fa. How could the vicious rumors not deeply hurt a Dafa disciple's heart?

I remember that the International Health Show of 1992 I attended was held in the International Trade Building. When I entered the hall, various forms of Qigong dazzled the eyes. I saw that the waiting line for Falun Gong was the longest and had the most people, so I hurried to the front to have a look. Enormous excitement rose from my heart. At first glance, I saw a "young man" with a tall stature and a kind face speaking to a journalist. At that moment, I told the friend I was with, "He must be the Master of this Qigong." "How do you know that?" she asked me. "I have a feeling," I replied.

It was very strange, and as I stared at him I felt that I had seen this person (Master Li) before somewhere, or we had done something together, but I could not remember clearly, no matter how hard I tried. He really looked familiar! I looked at him carefully, from head to toe. He was wearing an ordinary coat, with an old, light brown sweater inside (which looked hand-woven, but later I found out that the sweater was mended). His pants and shoes were also old, but very clean. He seemed very approachable.

I remember when I attended the lecture in Tianjin, I noticed Master Li always stayed at an inexpensive hotel. He was always busy. After the lecture, Master often had a lot of things to take care of. When he returned to the hotel, it was always around 9 or 10 p.m., and each night Master only ate instant noodles for dinner.

I also noticed (I naturally noticed this because I attended many lectures) that Master seldom changed his clothing but paid attention to appearance and dressed very simply. Except for changes in the weather, Master Li always dressed in the same clothes. Once I asked one of the practitioners who knew Master about this, and I learned that Master washed his clothes every night and wore them again the next day. I observed that Master seldom bought new clothes, for he had very few articles of clothing. When Master Li gave lectures in Tianjin, his old shoes, which had been worn for years, were worn out. However, he didn't want to replace them with a new pair. Several disciples strongly insisted on accompanying Master to the department store and bought a new pair of shoes for him to wear.

Whenever several of our veteran practitioners gathered together, we couldn't help mentioning Master. Once we talked about the Tianjin lecture. I complained about the practitioners who worked with Master: why didn't they take good care of Master rather than let him eat instant noodles every day? However, one practitioner told me that this happened not only in Tianjin. Master Li often ate instant noodles. She also mentioned that when Master came to the public to spread the Fa in the very beginning, it was very hard. The funds collected during the lecture sometimes were not enough to cover the cost of renting the lecture hall, because the rent was fixed regardless of how many people attended the lecture. The budget was very tight. She also told me, "Master never told us how high his level was. I only saw Master as a teacher and exemplar, benevolent and peaceful. I felt Master was not an ordinary Qigong master. In my heart, I knew that Master Li was so much more than that. When Master hosted lectures in my hometown, I invited him over again and again to have a meal in my home, because he stayed far away from the lecture hall, which required several hours to commute. Master didn't like to eat meat. Vegetarian food was enough. While cooking and asking Master Li what he would like to have, Master always said, "I will eat whatever everyone else eats. Don't go to a lot of trouble, keep it simple." Once Master humorously said, "I like the Shandong steamed bread you make." As he said this, he bit into the hot steamed bread and said that it tasted good. Actually Master Li was always thinking of the disciples. He didn't want to bother anyone, and he didn't want us to spend money."

She also told me that once, after lunch, there was some leftover food in a dish as well as some vegetable soup. That evening when they returned from the lecture, she said to Master, "It is very easy to cook a vegetarian dish."

However, Master said, "I'll just eat the leftovers."

She tried to tell Teacher that they usually did not eat so simply. She thought, "How could we let Master eat leftover vegetable soup?"

However, Master's expression was serious and pointed to the leftovers (the remaining vegetable soup) and said, "I'll just eat the leftovers." Master's mood was very firm, which, at that moment, seemed like an order that no one could contradict. Master Li poured the vegetable soup into his bowl, along with some other food and calmly ate.

When we heard about this, everyone felt very remorseful. My eyes were wet with tears. Master, you suffered! Your disciples could not express their respect even with thousands and thousands of words. Your every word or deed was so moving. I felt that if I didn't do well myself, I would really be unworthy of Master's instruction and teaching.

Chinese Central Television and the "610 Office" spread the rumor that Teacher was not capable of writing Zhuan Falun, and that the book was actually written by so and so. When I heard that CCTV would go so far as to spread such wicked lies, I really felt that the Chinese Government was losing face. I am a witness! I was honored to have been able to participate in transcribing the lectures recorded in the initial stages. Zhuan Falun was transcribed word by word from Master's lectures in Changchun, Jinan, Zhengzhou, Dalian, etc., which took us about six days to finish. In the summer of 1994, I accepted this sacred task and did not slack off one bit. Due to the fact that my level of education was not high, I did not know how to write many of the characters in Master's lecture. Even so, I checked the dictionary while playing the lecture sentence by sentence. Then I transcribed them word-by-word with a tape recorder in the absence of any better transcribing equipment. Next, I copied them into characters without missing a word. Working day and night for dozens of hours, over ten practitioners finally finished the task of transcription on time. The transcript was later sent to other practitioners to type up and then it was handed to Master for correction. I knew the importance of this task. Recalling how I knelt on the floor and bent over the sofa to do this because my family was sleeping and I had to work on the sofa in the hall, and then seeing all the shameless lies on TV, I had no choice but to write down what I had experienced.

I have never written an article before. However, as a Dafa disciple, I strongly feel that it is my duty to record the glory of Master and Dafa, to help more people learn the truth, and expose the deceitful lies. If I had no deep impressions left by Master's teachings or the example he set, my righteous thoughts might not be so strong. I suggest that more veteran disciples write down their personal experiences and let Master's true greatness be made public, so that our fellow practitioners can become more diligent and the people of the world more clear.

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(Clearwisdom.net) I was not a diligent practitioner and frequently stumbled on my cultivation path. I'm ashamed to say that, even though I actually felt Falun rotating and saw Master's Fashen when I first started practicing the exercises, I still doubted Dafa and Master.

It was only when a veteran practitioner told me something that happened in Wuhan that I relinquished my doubts of Master. I don't remember exactly which lecture it was, but one day when Master finished his teaching and stepped out of the auditorium, a practitioner followed him at a distance, curious to know where Master was going. He saw Master speed up and quickly cross the street, followed by a car. The vehicle stopped beside him and a few people got out. They asked Master to get in the car. but he said a few words to them and declined. The car left. Master continued to walk and found a vendor selling steamed buns and bought a few for lunch. The following day, the practitioner happened to see those people in the car and recognized them as being from the local Qigong Association. Master's lectures were usually sponsored by local Qigong Associations, which conventionally treat visiting Qigong masters to three meals each day, but Master rejected their offers. They said all Qigong masters accepted their invitation except Master Li, who did not follow this corrupt custom.

Today I write this story to encourage myself as well as fellow practitioners. Let's remember Master's hardships in introducing the Fa to the public, follow the Fa-Rectification course closely and do not let Master down.

I also ask that all practitioners write down what they know about Master to let people know his greatness and benevolence. This can help expose the evil and also let more people respect Dafa and Master, thereby planting the seeds of cultivation in their hearts. This can also let the future Dafa disciples know the Fa, allowing Dafa to pass steadily and unchanged to the next generation.

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(Clearwisdom.net) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1999. An incident happened during the time that Teacher Li was lecturing in China. This story, which is remembered by many practitioners, affected my cultivation path deeply; thus I could not forget it.

It happened after Teacher concluded his lectures in Yanji City, Jilin Province, and was about to leave. Teacher and several assistance center directors took a cab to the railway station. After they arrived there, Teacher insisted on paying the cab driver. People around him didn't understand. He explained that his teaching in Yanbian had ended, and all accounts had been cleared. Since no further financial relationship existed, he wanted to pay, as he didn't want to take a cent from his students.

This incident spread far and wide among people, and it influenced practitioners greatly. I continue to tell practitioners about it. This opportunity taught me to be mindful of how I conduct myself. Teacher shows his disciples, through his actions, how they should handle certain situations.

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