(Minghui.org) I am a new practitioner who began Falun Dafa cultivation in January 2009. It was a miraculous experience. I would like to share with the people of the world that Falun Dafa is a righteous way, and that what Master Li said is all true. The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) is deceiving people, and its propaganda is false. Dear kind people, don’t be deceived by the CCP.
My parents started practicing Falun Dafa in 1995, while we lived in China. They often told me about the wonders and miracles of Dafa. However, due to the CCP’s atheism deeply indoctrinated in my mind, I didn’t fully believe my parents, though I had seen many things in other dimensions when I was a child.
In July 2002, I broke my right clavicle at a tourist resort. Because I couldn’t take care of myself, I went to live with my parents. I was in a lot of pain, so it was very hard for me to fall asleep. My parents persuaded me to read Zhuan Falun. I thought, “Since I can’t fall asleep, I will just read the book.” As I read the book, I didn't feel so much pain anymore. Meanwhile, I was attracted by the book's content. I thought, “What’s said in the book is all true. I will definitely practice Falun Dafa after I retire.”
Because of my positive thoughts toward Dafa, I recovered very quickly. I was able to go back to work in less than a month. My colleagues said it was unbelievable. Since the persecution of Falun Dafa was very rampant at that time, I dared not tell my colleagues the truth.
At the end of 2002, I went overseas, where I met many Christians who highly recommended Christianity to me with great passion. I declined them and told them straight off that I believed in Falun Dafa. Maybe because Master saw my heart, He hinted at me one more time.
I went to China to visit my parents for the 2009 Chinese New Year holiday. One morning I was awakened by music. I wondered, “What kind of music is this? It’s so beautiful.” I went to the sitting room and saw my parents there listening to the music. I sat down, and as I listened to it, my tears began to flow non-stop. I could hardly describe my feeling. I asked my father what the music was and why it touched me so much. My father told me, “This is Dafa music. It’s called 'Pudu.'” My mother said, “It seems that you have a predestined relationship with Dafa.” But I still didn’t realize it then.
On the Chinese New Year Eve, we went downstairs to set off fireworks after dinner. As soon as the fireworks exploded twice in the sky, I felt some debris in my right eye. I didn’t pay too much attention to it at first because I had had a similar experience before. I thought, “I will be all right with several rubs.” But the more I rubbed my eyes, the more painful it felt. I thought, “Maybe my tears will clear it out.” I burst into tears, but it didn’t work. I thought, “Maybe water could wash it out.” I went back home and washed my eyes, but it still didn’t work. My father lifted my eyelid several times, but it didn't help either.
My eye quickly became reddish, swollen and painful. I couldn’t even touch it without feeling extreme pain. My father said, “Let’s go to the hospital.” My mother said, “No. You sit there and sincerely recite 'Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!'” I calmed down and repeatedly recited these words. Within about half an hour, suddenly I felt the debris slowly moving toward the corner of my eye and then disappear when it arrived there. I opened my eyes and said, “It’s miraculous! It’s miraculous!” My father reminded me, “Hurry up! Go to thank Master!” I pressed my hands together in front of Master’s photo and said, “Thank you, Master. I will practice cultivation diligently.”
I was very lucky to become a Falun Dafa practitioner. I will make a great effort to do well in my cultivation and not let Master down.
