(Minghui.org) I am eighty years old, but most people think I am only in my fifties or sixties.
Back in 1995, the hospital had issued a critically ill notice for me. I was taken home to die. For over twenty days, I lay in bed unable to eat, drink or sleep. My family was preparing for my funeral; friends and colleagues came to visit and say goodbye for the last time. One of them brought the book Zhuan Falun and told me to read it.
It took me a whole day to read four pages of the book, but I slept really well that night. I started eating and was able to sit up in bed the next day. The day after that, I got out of bed. Everyone was stunned that I had come back from the brink of death just by reading a few pages of Zhuan Falun. That was the beginning of my cultivation journey.
Witnessing the Power of Falun Dafa
When the persecution of Falun Dafa started in 1999, the police forced me to stay home and kept a close watch from morning to evening. When I did go out to market, two police officers followed me. However, every night at eight, after they left, I took out my tape player and did the Falun Gong exercises.
One time, when the exercise music started, I saw with my third eye three layers of people as I looked out from my third-floor apartment. They were lined up in rows. The people on the bottom layer were dressed in modern clothes; the people in the middle were dressed in clothes of the 1940s or 1950s; and the top layer were heavenly maidens. They all did the exercises with me. When the music stopped, they all disappeared. I saw this scene for eight straight nights, which cemented my determination to keep practicing Falun Gong.
I was arrested for giving people informational materials about Falun Gong in 2000. When I was interrogated by police, I refused to answer their questions. I passed out and was thrown into an ambulance. I stayed in the hospital for 40 days, during which time I did the sitting meditation on my bed every day and did the other four sets of exercises each night. Although there were five other people sharing the room with me and two police officers monitoring us, nobody seemed to know what I was doing. I know that Master was protecting me.
Saving People on the Front Line
Master said,
“Our truth-clarification sites are, in fact, the front line—the front line for clarifying the truth.” (“Fa Teaching at the 2013 Western U.S. Fa Conference”)
My understanding is that every Dafa practitioner in China should clarify the truth face to face on the front line. I study three lectures of Zhuan Falun every day and send forth righteous thoughts on the hour. Every day before I go out to clarify the truth, I always ask Master to give me wisdom and to bring predestined people to me.
One day, I went to a park and saw five elderly people sitting around chatting. From their conversation I learned that they were all cadres in the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). At first, I felt uneasy about talking to all of them at once. I walked around them a few times sending forth righteous thoughts and asked Master to strengthen me. Then I walked up to them and greeted them. As I started to tell them about Falun Gong and the persecution, they listened attentively. All five agreed to withdraw from the CCP and thanked me.
Master said,
“You need to think of ways to find the people that you are meant to save.” (“20th Anniversary Fa Teaching” from Teaching the Fa at the Conference XI)
In the past, I didn't like to visit and socialize with friends and family. But nowadays, I go to weddings and birthdays parties, every chance I get. I bring gifts and Falun Dafa materials with me, and use the occasion to tell people about Falun Dafa.
I have traveled to many places to visit family and friends so that I can tell them about Dafa. I have been to Hebei and Heilongjiang Provinces, and even to small towns bordering Russia and North Korea.
When I was a little girl, my family was labeled as “enemy of the people” because we owned some farmland. Many in my family, include my mother and sister, were publicly denounced and humiliated. Villagers dumped filthy things on them and smeared black ink on their faces.
But Master said,
“I told you a long time ago that a Dafa disciple, or a cultivator, has no enemies. The only thing you have a role in, is saving people,” (“Teaching the Fa in the City of Chicago” from Teaching the Fa at the Conference VII)
So when I went back to the village, I invited all the village officials to dinner. I talked to them about Falun Gong and the persecution in great detail. Later, I visited every family in the village, bringing a gift and Dafa materials. Eighty percent of the people in the village withdrew from the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
Master said,
“This affair has progressed to the end and I am extremely anxious, yet you're not taking it seriously. In the end, it will be too late for tears!” (“Fa Teaching Given at the 2016 New York Fa Conference”)
My fellow practitioners, let's not let our master down. Let's not become complacent at the last moment.
