(Minghui.org) The practitioner whose cultivation journey is recounted below is 76. She is illiterate.
Starting to Practice Falun Dafa
My daughter told me that a Falun Dafa class was being held in our village in early April 1997. She encouraged me to attend because she had heard good things about it.
When I walked into the class that evening, I saw a lot of there people watching Fa lectures given by Master Li Hongzhi, the founder of the practice. I sat down and watched with them. Every sentence Master said was convincing. As I listened, tears covered my face. I wondered why I hadn't heard about this practice until that day.
After listening to the Fa, the practitioners started to read the book. I was illiterate, but I thought it would be nice if I could read this great Fa. Early the next morning, I went to the assistance center in our county to buy Zhuan Falun, the main book of the practice.
I can't describe how happy I felt when I held that copy of Zhuan Falun in my hands. I told myself that I had to read it. Back home, I cooked a meal for my husband, then took a cushion to the courtyard, sat down, and started reading the book.
Miraculously, while I was reading, it was as if someone was telling me the words, and I could recall what I had heard Master saying when I was listening to the recording. My son was surprised: “My mom can't read at all, yet she is able to read through all of Zhuan Falun!”
Gradually, I was able to read all the Dafa books in addition to Zhuan Falun.
I Was Invisible to the Police and They were Invisible to Me
After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started persecuting Falun Dafa in 1999, practitioners went to Beijing to appeal for the right to practice. I went in December of 1999 and stayed for over 20 days. There were police vehicles and undercover officers all over the city. Every day fellow practitioners were arrested.
One day, a practitioner and I went out to distribute informational materials about Falun Dafa. I started handing out the materials on the bus. After getting off the bus, I saw a smooth wall ideal for posting stickers about the practice. So I walked along and put up sickers on the wall. Someone asked me what I was posting. “Just read it yourself,” I replied. Only then did I realize that the other practitioner was no longer there. I could not recall when we got separated.
I wondered, “How do I get back?” But then I thought that Master would help me find my way back. I walked along, passed the three overpasses I remembered, turned into an alley, and there was the house where I stayed.
Everyone was glad to see me. It turned out that the other practitioner had already returned. She had said that there were police cars and officers all around where I was, and someone was talking to me. She thought that I had been arrested, so she came back alone. I told her, “I didn't see any officers or any police cars. All I had in mind was to finish as quickly as possible so people could learn the facts.”
Following Master's Teachings to Save More People
Over the past years, telling people about Falun Dafa has become part of my daily life. Every day I take materials with me and talk to people wherever I go. I have covered all the nearby towns. Many people know that I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. Many of the retired people on the street know me quite well. They often ask me for new materials.
Helping Students Quit the CCP Organizations at School
My home is very close to a high school. Watching students going in and out every day reminded me that almost all them were members of the Communist Youth League. These kids had to be saved. As soon as I had this thought, Master arranged for students to meet up with me, two or three at a time. They called me "Grandma." I told them why they should withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. They were all willing to listen to me. I lost track of the number of students I helped, because so many did quit the Youth League.
One day around noon, I was able to get into the school dormitory. I visited three rooms, and more then 20 students agreed to quit the Youth League.
My son asked me one day to pick up my granddaughter at elementary school. I saw so many pupils wearing the red scarf of the Young Pioneers around their necks. It pained my heart, so I told them about Falun Dafa and the importance of quitting the Young Pioneers. I said, “If you understand what I am saying, write down your name and give it to me.” My granddaughter saw me and asked me what was I doing. I told her that I was telling the kids to withdraw from the Young Pioneers. My granddaughter took out a sheet of paper and said, “Grandma, let me help you.” She called over all her classmates, and said, “My grandma is doing this for your own good. Let's quit everyone!” They all agreed to quit.
Stopping Police from Committing Crimes
One day I went out distributing materials after breakfast. I handed out brochures to everyone I ran into and posted stickers. Toward noon, I heard someone behind me say, “You are still doing that? You're breaking the law.” I said, “I am saving people. How could I break the law?” I turned around and saw four police officers. One said, “Follow us inside, and let's have a talk.” I replied, “I am not following you. You are breaking the law by arresting good people!” The four officers carried me into the police station. That was when I noticed that I was handing out the materials right in front of the police station.
In the station, I sat with my legs crossed in the lotus position and started sending forth righteous thoughts. Several officers said, “Look at her! She came here to do the exercises.” I said to them, “I can teach you if you want to learn.”
They took amulets out of my pocket and asked me where they came from. I answered, “That I can't tell you. What I can tell you is that you should treat these amulets with respect and give them out to your family and friends. Tell them to recite the words on it. That will keep them out of harm's way.”
At noon, I heard them talking about reporting me to their superiors. I said, “Don't make that phone call. Just let me go, and you will be committing fewer crimes. Protecting a Dafa disciple is extremely virtuous. If you report me to the police department, and I end up being imprisoned for a few years, then you would have committed a crime that cannot be repaid.” Those officers sat there silently. After a while, one of them said, “It's OK if you leave.”
One year during the Chinese Lantern Festival, my daughter, who also practices Falun Dafa, brought home a large number of brochures. I was anxious to go out to distribute them. I finished eating quickly and got on my way.
I handed a man a brochure, saying, “Please take this brochure. It will help you understand Falun Dafa.” Before I could finish, he yelled, “Even though it is cold, you don't stay at home for the festival! You come out to deliver these! Do you know who I am?” He grabbed my hand and tried to drag me to the police station. I told him, “I don't care who you are. I am saving people. I won't follow you - you must follow me. I can't let you commit crimes.” What I said shocked him, and he said, “You can go. Hurry up.”
Passing the Test of Life and Death
I went to a village where I had lived before to tell the inhabitants about Falun Dafa during the fall of 2010. Around noon I started to feel unwell. On my way home, I saw a woman walking toward me carrying her laundry. I vaguely heard her say, “Don't go any further, or you will fall.” Just the, it felt as if someone pushed me from behind, and I stumbled along the dam and fell into the river.
I sat in the river with the water up to my neck. I saw red in the water and knew my face was bleeding. The lady with the laundry dragged me back to the shore. She wanted to help me and call my family. I told her, “I can't remember the phone number.” Then she offered to take me home.
She said, “There is blood all over your face. At your age, your life could be in danger.” I told her, “Don't worry, I'm fine. I can get home by myself.” On the way home I was very dizzy. I said to Master in my heart, “Please let nobody be on the road.” I didn't want people see me with blood on my face, which could leave them with a negative perception of Falun Dafa. As a result, I ran into no one.
At home, I looked into the mirror. Blood covered my face and I couldn't recognize myself. My face had turned black. I thought it was coal ash, but I couldn't wash it off. It was the color of my flesh from bleeding. I felt dazed and lay down on my bed.
Two hours later, my daughter came back and saw me. I said that it was meant to take my life, that it was Master who saved me. My daughter said, “We should totally negate the old forces' arrangements. Master determines our fate. Whoever else tries to arrange it is committing a crime. We are going to follow Master.”
My daughter saw blood clots in my ears and nose, and I could barely breathe. She pulled out the clots slowly. She also called a fellow practitioner to come over. It took both of them over two hours to clean my face. My daughter then told me that my nasal bone under my eye sockets had been dislocated. And there was a hole nearby that kept bleeding. The other practitioner told me to send righteous thoughts to stop the bleeding.
I lay on the bed and heard vaguely that the fellow practitioner left. I asked my daughter what time it was. She answered, “Ten o’clock.” I wanted to get up to do the exercises, because I usually do the exercises twice a day, starting at 3:50 a.m. in the morning and 9:50 p.m. in the evening. That way, I can be ready to send forth righteous thoughts right after.
My daughter and I studied the Fa and sent forth righteous thoughts together during the following days. The healed scabs fell off layer by layer. On the seventh day, the scabs were all gone. On the thirteenth day, my daughter took me to thank the lady who had dragged me out of the river.
She was surprised, “Is that you? How did you recover so quickly?” My daughter told her about Dafa's miracle and the truth about Falun Dafa. She helped the lady quit the CCP and its organizations.
No words can convey this disciple's gratitude for Master's compassionate salvation!
