(Minghui.org) I experienced a magical thing after I began practicing Falun Dafa: a talking alarm clock. It's a very conscientious clock that even knows me by name.
If this sounds a little strange, well – it was at first.
Before taking up cultivation, I always had a bad habit of loafing around in bed, even after I woke up. More often than not, this resulted in my running late for work and skipping breakfast. But I hadn't thought too much of it; it was routine, I guess.
After starting up cultivation, I needed to read the Dafa books and practice the exercises, in addition to working full-time. This proved to be difficult.
I planned to do the first four exercises at night, and meditate the next morning. But because of my bad habits, I often overslept and skipped out on the fifth exercise.
I started having dreams where people were pushing or hitting me, which seemed intended to wake me up. Other times, I heard the sound of the wooden fish (a wooden percussion instrument). I knew that this was Master trying to wake me.
I decided to buy an alarm clock, as I was feeling ashamed that Master had to be the one to wake me up at 5:00 a.m. every day, and not myself.
Originally, the clock would either ring or play music to wake me up. But one day, what I heard instead was someone shouting my name, “Wake up, Xiaohui! Wake up, Xiaohui!”
I was astonished to discover that my alarm clock was shouting my name, and it has shouted my name ever since.
On another day, I was sleeping soundly and didn't hear my alarm clock ringing. However, I woke to the sound of someone crying while shouting my name.
I was jolted awake from sleep and heard my alarm clock crying. The alarm clock's voice had turned hoarse after shouting for forty minutes.
“I'm sorry for tiring you out,” I said. I was very moved.
There were also a few times when the alarm clock shouted, “Wake up, fool! Wake up, fool!”
I knew that Master had enchanted the alarm clock to rid me of my laziness.
When the persecution started on July 20, 1999, officers from the police station, along with community members, often came to my house to force me to renounce my belief. I told them the benefits of practicing Dafa each time they came.
My 85-year-old mother always mentioned my alarm clock to these officers. She said, “This Falun Gong is extremely good! My daughter's illnesses were cured, and she's never had to take any medicine. There is also this alarm clock that she has. It's so magical. How could it talk and shout my daughter's name each morning? This is true. If I didn't witness it with my eyes, would I believe it?”
They were rendered speechless every time.
