(Clearwisdom.net)
Part 1: http://clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2008/3/12/95266.html
Part 2: http://clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2008/3/14/95330.html
Part 3: http://clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2008/3/16/95408.html
4. Making a choice
I often see that there are numerous railroads in other dimensions within my realm, with trains running back and forth. Among these railways, there is only one for Dafa trains, while others lead to the netherworld, hell, the world of demons, and the world of animals. There is a specific railroad that only carries those who are related to the evil Communist Party. There are also rail lines that lead to places unknown to me. Countless people stand alongside the railway lines each day, waiting for the trains to come. I can see in their eyes that they are very nervous; they hope to board a Dafa train, and fear that they may instead be carried away by another train.
I saw scenes in which trains carried people to the netherworld. The trains came slowly with a dismal wind, and all the passengers had bluish faces. Inside the rail cars it was lifeless and gloomy. By the door of every rail car stood a person wearing a white coat. Their faces were devoid of expression. Once the train stopped, those in the white coats would float down to pick people up. Once a person's name was called, he or she would tremble, reluctant to be carried away. Reflected in the human world, this meant that this person's life in this human world had ended. Once, they came to me, and I proudly told them that I am a Dafa disciple. They replied that they would not bother Dafa disciples, and then floated away. Those around me watched me with envy.
The train to hell also looked very frightening. When the train moved, music that conveyed extreme terror would play. The front of the train bore a big plate upon which the word "hell" was written in English. Inside this train were all skeletons, monsters, and stiff corpses. These things caught ordinary persons. They also took practitioners who had made mistakes when it came to sexual relations. There were also two very strange railroads, which were not as flat as the other trains; they went down into the ground in a 60-degree angle. Among the two railroads, one went into and another came out of the ground. On the trains that were coming out of the ground, there were toad-like tanks and armored vehicles, on which there were persons wearing camouflage uniforms, cannons, or rotten demons; it seemed that they were going to the battlefield. On the toad-like trains that went into the ground, there were all those who had received karmic retribution for persecuting Dafa practitioners or who resolutely refused to withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party. Many of them looked scared. They had not believed in the existence of other dimensions, and they looked around, panic stricken.
Dafa trains appeared very ordinary. However, they never stopped and passed by at high speeds. There were no train stations either. Every day, there was only one train full of people. Each day when the Dafa train passed, people would chase it madly; they did not want to be left behind and wanted to board the Dafa train. I also frequently chased the Dafa train. Practitioners on board the train extended their hands to try to pull me up. If I was too far behind, they would throw me a rope. The farther the train went, the bluer and brighter the sky. However, one should not assume that once getting onto the train, one would not drop off. If a Dafa practitioner was not diligent or had done something that he or she should not do, the practitioner would see a huge mountainside appearing in the front. Whatever the practitioner was attached to would appear on the mountainside; once the practitioner's heart was moved, even slightly, he or she would fall off the train. The practitioner then needed to wait anxiously for the next train to come.
The railroad leading to the world of demons was just beside the Dafa railroad. The trains going to the world of demons looked similar to the Dafa trains, so people could be easily deceived. Many Dafa practitioners could not tell the difference and got onto the trains to the world of demons. When a Dafa train and a demon train passed by each other, the demons would try to smash the windows on the Dafa train. When the glass broke, demons would try to pull practitioners out the windows, while the practitioners inside the Dafa train would try hard to pull the practitioners back, as if the two sides were in a tug of war. Some practitioners failed to hold on tightly, and they were sucked into the demons' train by the huge whirlpools outside.
For practitioners who had cultivated themselves very well, the window next to them could not be easily broken. When I was not diligent, I would be pulled back and forth by those on the two trains. When I was pulled onto the demon train, the all-dressed-in-black demons would clap their hands and celebrate. Because the demons always wanted to pull me out, every time I saw a demon train, I would unwittingly get scared, fearing they would hit the glass next to me. As I expected, the demons would indeed hit the glass, and it would smash into pieces. This was, in fact, because I did not have strong righteous thoughts. I remember that in a period of several days when I was relatively diligent in my cultivation, as I sat on the Dafa train, the demons again tried to smash the glass next to me. I stared at them, determined and showing no fear. I thought that there was no way they could break the glass; in the end, the demons were exhausted and the glass remained intact.
Now, the number of people on Dafa trains is getting smaller and smaller, because many Dafa practitioners have reached the end of their cultivation, and only those practitioners, who are not diligent and cultivate on and off, are left behind. There are more and more people who have received karmic retribution and started to die in large numbers.
The need to take the right path is becoming ever more urgent. I hope that everyone can make the right choice.
(to be continued)
March 6, 2008
