(Minghui.org) I recently read an article on the Minghui website written by a Chinese practitioner who called on his fellow practitioners in Europe to share their experiences more often. I thought about how many times I wanted to write about the miracles happening around us or about the insights I had as a result of the experience, but each time I put it off due to my workload, fatigue, etc. Of course, I was well aware that these were just excuses for my attachment to comfort. After participating in an important event and collecting signatures for a petition, I decided to write about my experiences.

We collected signatures to support the passing of the U.S. Senate Falun Gong Protection Act (S.4914), but after the elections our efforts slowed down. During our general meeting two practitioners reminded everyone how important it is to continue collecting signatures. I completely agreed with them. Three days passed, but I didn’t do what I promised.

On the morning of the fourth day, Master showed me an amazing scene. I saw a ship that was so huge that as I stood on the shore, I could only see a small part of it. The next moment I was in a large, beautifully decorated hall inside the ship. It was unusually beautiful and festive there, the walls were decorated with beautiful garlands and the floor was made of light wood—I never saw anything like this before. At first I admired the beauty, and then I realized in horror that I was the only one there. I opened my eyes and bitterly asked myself: “I’ve been doing the three things almost every day for many years. So why was the ship empty? Are my efforts to help Master save beings so ineffective?”

I gradually realized that this was a hint from Master about the importance of the project to support the passing of the U.S. Senate Falun Gong Protection Act. The people saved as a result of practitioners’ actions were supposed to be in that hall.

On Sunday, another practitioner and I went to the mall where we usually collect signatures. It was cold and windy. Thoughts began to flash through my mind: “People don’t go to the mall in such weather,” “Why did you have to go so far, you have a lot of Dafa work that you can easily do at home on your computer,” etc... When I reminded myself that these thoughts were not mine, they instantly disappeared.

I was standing at one of the entrances to the mall. When I asked people to sign the petition, they either walked by indifferently or said they didn’t have time. I realized that something was wrong with my thoughts. Looking inside myself, I realized that I wanted to collect as many signatures as possible. I remembered what Master said:

“Even if there were just one person saved, it would be outstanding.” (Teachings at the Conference in the Western U.S.)

I thought: “One person – is a whole universe with many living beings!”

I had another thought: “Of course it’s good if a person signs a petition, but if he finds out the truth, takes the materials, and makes the right choice, then this can also save him.

In addition, this process will clear the space around the bill, and the more practitioners participate in it, the greater the chance the Falun Gong Protection Bill will become the law!

Our righteous thoughts work like magic. People started coming to me and signing the petition, I also told them the truth about the persecution and distributed a lot of informational materials.

In a few hours I was supposed to go to a cafe and meet some friends whom I’ve known for many years. They were previously reluctant about signing petitions, but this time they signed it surprisingly quickly!

I hope that my fellow practitioners in the U.S. who have not been taking part in this project will begin to do so in various ways. Of course, we can also send righteous thoughts. All these efforts will certainly play a role in saving people if we just try!