(Minghui.org) I'm a 16-year-old practitioner and currently attend junior high school. I would like to share my cultivation experience.
When I was a little over a year old, my aunt taught my twin brother and me the Falun Dafa sitting meditation and had us listen to the Falun Dafa music “Pudu.” As we grew older, my mother read the Dafa books to us before we went to bed. When we attended kindergarten, my mother taught us to recite Hong Yin on our way to and from school. Those were the good old days, and I feel very fortunate to have grown up in that environment.
My happy family life was disrupted when the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began to persecute Falun Dafa in 1999. My mother was illegally arrested several times. We were fined and our home was ransacked. She became a paraplegic as a result of the persecution in 2006.
My father took his anger out on my mother, my twin brother, and me. He would scold and hit my brother and me whenever he was mad. I really disliked being with my family back then. My father didn't have time to take care of us because he had to work and do the household chores. Consequently, my brother and I became obsessed with Internet cafes. We sometimes even lied to my father to get more spending allowance.
My mother used the Fa principles to enlighten us and had us read articles written by young practitioners. I gradually got rid of the attachment to visiting Internet cafes and returned to cultivation.
I have encountered many tests on my cultivation path. I was once selected to raise the Communist flag because I had good grades. I told the teacher that I didn't want to do it. The teacher asked me why, and I replied, “The Communist Party (CCP) persecuted my family and left my mother paralyzed. I don't want to do anything for the Party.” The teacher didn't say anything and I was excused from flag-raising duty.
Many teachers in my school have been fooled by the Party propaganda and thus held negative views about Dafa. My political science teacher is married to a police officer on the vice squad. Perhaps that is why she has bad notions about Dafa. She knew my father did not want my brother and me to practice Falun Dafa, so whenever she found out that I talked to my schoolmates about Dafa, she would call my father and report us.
She once told my mother, “Aren't you against the Communist regime? And the government is supporting you financially even though you are not working. I've heard there are schools established by practitioners in foreign countries. So why don't you send your kids there?”
One day, the Party flag that hung over the blackboard fell and almost hit her. She asked one of the students to hang it back, and I kept sending forth righteous thoughts so that the flag would not hurt anyone. The flag kept falling and finally it had to be nailed to the wall.
Recently, this teacher fainted in the classroom and was hospitalized and has not been able to teach. I believe that this is an example of bad things coming to people who do bad things.
I had an accident last June when riding my bike. The front wheel got caught on the curb and the rear wheel flew up. My arm hit the ground and was bent out of shape. I was not afraid and recited, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I pulled the bent arm back. I didn't tell anyone when I got home that evening. I listened to Teacher's lecture and did the sitting meditation. Next day, my brother noticed my swollen arm and told my father. I was taken to the hospital, and the doctor said, “Had you not bent your arm back, you would probably have to have surgery now.”
The Communist Party has been aggressively recruiting students to join its various organizations. Children enrolling in first grade are rushed into becoming members of the Young Pioneers. And as soon as students enter junior high school, they are urged to be part of the Communist Youth League. My brother and I refused to join, however many of my classmates have joined the Youth League. I asked Teacher to provide me the opportunity to save these students. One day, a group of us had to clean the classroom. I used this opportunity to talk to them, and persuaded two classmates to withdraw from the Party organization.
I realized that to be able to talk about Falun Dafa to my classmates, I should first build a good relationship with them. Therefore I have many friends in my class and other classes. I talk to them about Falun Dafa whenever I can, including on my way to and from school and during recess.
Some of my classmates were deceived by Party propaganda and became biased against Dafa. I asked Teacher to help me and they suddenly improved their attitude toward Dafa! After I clarified the truth about Falun Dafa to the son of my father's colleague, he started to yell, “Falun Dafa is good! I want to practice Falun Dafa!” He yelled so loud that a shoe repairman on the street kept looking at him.
Besides talking about Falun Dafa to my friends, I also like to distribute informational materials about Dafa. We get the materials from another practitioner and my mother prepares them. Then my brother and I go out and distribute them. Since we are kids, we don't attract much attention and are able to distribute the materials without any problem.
Sometimes my cousin comes along. He has posted many materials on telephone poles and lampposts in broad daylight. Because he does it with a pure heart, the materials have not been taken down since he posted them six months ago.