The Miracles I’ve Experienced in Dafa Cultivation

(Minghui.org) I am 64 years old and worked in a cultural center before retirement. I started to read Zhuan Falun in 2004 and was instantly drawn to it. But I didn’t start doing the Falun Dafa exercises until a year later. I would get an electric shock wherever I put my hand. I knew from the Fa that I already had strong energy (gong), even before I started doing the exercises.

Neighbor Witnesses Miracles after Reciting “Falun Dafa is good”

My next-door neighbor came to my apartment and told me excitedly, with tears in her eyes, about the miracle that happened to her. She had acute appendicitis and was about to undergo surgery, but she was allergic to two of the drugs she needed and was very worried. Fortunately, she remembered what I told her and the booklet I gave her, so she looked at the booklet and sincerely recited “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” Then a miracle happened. She recovered from appendicitis without any need for surgery and was discharged three days later.

I told her, “You were rewarded because you believed in Dafa. I’m really happy for you.”

This is only one of the many examples I encountered where people got to know the truth about Dafa and were rewarded.

Paint Changes Color

A practitioner saw slogans that slandered Dafa on the outside walls of a company. I went to check and found that the words were written in red, on white walls. I suggested covering the words with white paint. I thought it wouldn’t look good to use black paint to cover the words on a white wall. But practitioners had bought black paint and were ready to go, so I stopped talking about changing the paint.

However, when we opened the black tin of paint, we found that it was white. A practitioner said that it seemed that it was supposed to be painted with white paint. We were totally stunned as we witnessed this miracle.

My Grandson Saw Falun Spinning

I taught my six-year-old grandson and his cousin to meditate. They both tried to cross their legs in the full lotus position. I also taught them to recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”

They recited it seriously many times. After a while, my grandson came to me and stared straight at the small Falun emblem pin I was wearing. He approached the Falun emblem, and tilted his head to one side, then to the other. I asked him if he saw the Falun spinning. He nodded and wanted to have my pin. I told him he couldn’t have it because he didn’t cultivate it.

His cousin couldn’t see the Falun spinning, but when I showed her the picture of Master Li in Zhuan Falun, she shouted with joy, “He is smiling at me.” She said that his mouth moved up and he smiled.

I said, “You’re very lucky! Because you two behaved very well just now, Master smiled at you, and even let your brother see the Falun spinning.”

Miracles Appear One after Another after I Was Arrested

When I helped people quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its youth organizations on a train in 2007, two police officers on the train took me to the railway police station. The director of the station put my truth-clarification materials by my side so he could take a photo of me with them. I told him not to do it. He tried several times but failed. At last, he said, “It’s true! I can’t take a picture.”

I clarified the truth to him and asked if he wanted to quit the CCP. He didn’t want to, and left. The two officers who guarded me treated me badly at first, but after I clarified the truth to them, they both agreed to use a pseudonym to quit the CCP. After that, they were friendly toward me.

I was taken back to my local police station the next day. The officer on duty that night did not handcuff me. The next morning, the director ordered eight people to take me to another room and tie me to an iron chair. I didn’t know they would shackle my legs to the chair. They then grabbed my arms and tried hard to handcuff me to the chair. I told them not to do it as Dafa’s founder has the final say. I pulled my hands away, but they grabbed them again. I shouted and pulled my arms away again. This repeated a few times, and the director didn’t say anything.

The people trying to tie me to the chair looked exhausted. They finally handcuffed me to the chair, scuffed me up, and put a black cloth bag over my head. Then they left.

After a while, a woman came in, held my hands, and shouted to the officers, “This is bad. It will cripple her hands. You have to stop this.” But nobody responded.

I said to her, “You have a kind heart. I will help you to quit the CCP to be safe.” She told me she had only joined the Young Pioneers, and didn’t join the CCP’s other organizations. I gave her a pseudonym to quit. I told her that I was fine, that she could go ahead and do her work. She was a cook there. After she left, I realized that I didn’t feel any pain in my hands. I knew Master was taking care of me. I thought that I couldn’t be tied down like this, because it would be bad for their salvation. I asked Master to take my hands out, then I really pulled my hands out of the locks. No one came to handcuff me again.

I was taken to a detention center. During recess one day I recited loudly “On Dafa” in the yard, and the deputy division head came over and asked me angrily, “Are you protesting?”

He ordered us to go back to our cell, and he took a few people to come to our cell and ordered me to go out. Before I had hardly walked out of my cell, he threw me to the ground and kicked me. My shoes fell off. He took them and slapped me on my face and body with them. After beating me, he left.

The inmates in my cell saw the whole incident. When I went back, they said that I was strong and firm during the beating, as I didn’t say a word or make a noise. I asked them if my teeth were bleeding, my mouth was swollen, or my face looked red. They said that I looked fine, with only a bit of dirt on my face, which they wiped off for me.

They told me that the deputy division head’s face was red after beating me. Actually, during the process, I thought that I shouldn’t be beaten for reciting the Fa and that the pain should go to the division head. When he hit my face with the shoes, it didn’t hurt, because the pain went to him. His face turned red from the pain he suffered. I didn’t tell the inmates this and I thought that I shouldn’t tell them too much about what had happened. They wouldn’t understand and it might make them afraid of listening to me clarify the truth.

During a court session in 2015, I pulled my hands out of the handcuffs. I defended myself and clarified the truth and asked the people there to quit the CCP to ensure their safety. They didn’t interrupt me.

When I was leaving the courtroom, a female staff member stopped as she passed by me, looked at the handcuffs I took off and said that they should also practice body reduction skills (reducing the size of the hands) in the future.

I have just shared some of my personal experiences in cultivation. I fell down twice in cultivation because I didn’t study the Fa well, my understanding of the Fa was poor, and I didn’t realize some of my human notions. But with Master’s compassionate care, I quickly got back up.

Words cannot convey my gratitude to Master. I can only do the three things well in the limited time left, save more sentient beings, and live up to Master’s expectations.

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