Master Protects True Disciples at All Times

(Minghui.org) I strictly follow Master’s teachings and clarify the truth to help save people, without taking any days off for holidays. One cold winter day, I had four phones in my bag playing automated truth clarifying messages about Falun Dafa, while holding another phone in my hand for talking to people directly. The blizzard was blowing snow straight into my mouth, so I had to walk backward into the wind, talking as I walked. Suddenly, I stopped involuntarily. I turned around and saw a large grain truck in front of me. If I hadn’t stopped, I would have walked straight into it. I was startled, but realized that Master had stopped me to prevent me from being hurt. I walked around the truck and continued walking backward on the empty road, clarifying the truth on the phone as I went, thanking Master in my heart for the protection.

One afternoon, the strong wind by the river was blowing the snow onto my face. It felt like sandpaper scrapping my skin—it was very painful. With my head down, I continued walking while talking to people on the phone. An unusual phone call made me stop. I looked up and saw that I was standing on the edge of some steps. If I had continued, I would have fallen. I thanked Master in my heart for protecting me, walked down the steps, and continued talking on the phone.

We often go to the mountains in the summer to make phone calls because there are fewer people there, allowing us to clarify the truth without interruption. One day, my sister, some other practitioners, and I rode our electric bikes up the mountain. Once we reached the top, we spread out and started making phone calls. It wasn’t long before there was a heavy downpour. We put on our raincoats and continued making calls. The rain was so heavy that I got a small stool from the back of a large electric bike, covered myself with a raincoat, and sat on the stool to continue making calls. With the sound of thunder, cracks of lightening, and practitioners clarifying the truth, we happily continued talking to people on our phones. By evening, the rain gradually lessened, and we rode down the mountain to go home. The rain-soaked mountain path was difficult to navigate. My sister rode carefully, but we still fell into a ditch. We pulled each other up, only to fall several more times. Covered in mud, my sister and I laughed joyfully. We finally managed to get up and get the bike onto a flat surface.

There was a stretch of road where the water reached up to our knees. The electric bike’s battery was covered in water. The battery level was down to a quarter; not enough to get us home. We asked Master in our hearts, “Master, please help. Don’t let the battery die on us. Please give us some extra power and protect us so we can get home safely. Thank you Master! Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” It felt like we were on the surface of a vast ocean, with the electric bike being a small boat drifting slowly in the water. Sitting on the back of the electric bike felt like being on a swing—we were very comfortable, joyful and happy. I knew that Master was right beside us, watching over us. We recited “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” all the way home. My sister and I pressed our hands together in front of our chests, thanking Master after we got home.

The autumn in Northeast China is very pleasant and comfortable. It’s also the harvest season. Autumn brings tiny black flying insects called midges that bite. They get into your eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. One day I was in a gazebo on a school campus, using my phone to clarify the truth to people. As I was speaking, I looked up and saw a swarm of midges flying around the gazebo, but there were no midges inside. I clarified the truth for several hours, and the scene remained the same—not a single midge came in. I knew that Master was protecting me by placing a shield around the gazebo to prevent the midges from interfering with my efforts to help save people. Once again, I thanked Master!

We were once using our phones near the fields in a rural area. There were a lot of mosquitoes that day, and as soon as I sat down, I got several mosquito bites on my arms. While clarifying the truth, I was waving my arms to shoo them away. One mosquito landed on the back of my right hand and wouldn’t leave. I thought, “As a cultivator, I can’t kill living beings, but these mosquitoes keep biting me and disrupting my efforts to save people.” I spoke to the mosquitoes: “Mosquitoes, I don’t know in what lifetime I might have harmed you, causing you to bite me now. I understand that debts must be paid. I haven’t killed you because I am a cultivator. However, I am a Dafa disciple in the Fa-rectification period, and I am currently clarifying the truth to save people. By biting me, you are preventing me from doing this, and that is a significant offense. Please don’t interfere with my efforts to save people. I wish to resolve this with kindness. Please remember that Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good, and you will have a bright future.” I pressed my hands together in front of my chest, looked up to the sky, and said, “Master, please help your disciple.” After that, I felt at ease and continued clarifying the truth.

When it was time to finish, a practitioner came over and asked me, “Are there any mosquitoes here? You seem so calm sitting there. The mosquitoes are unbearable where we are.” I told the practitioner that Master put a shield around me, so the mosquitoes wouldn’t bite me. There were many mosquitoes flying about two feet in front of me, as if we were separated by an invisible glass barrier.

One winter, practitioner Bing returned from out of town and joined our Fa study group. We studied the Fa together every morning, sent righteous thoughts every hour, on the hour, and we went out to make truth clarification phone calls in the afternoon. One day, Bing wanted to join us in making the calls. I said, “Today we are going to the river to use the phones. There is no one there, so it’s a good place for us, but the wind on the river is strong and cold. We have to walk a long way in the deep snow. Are you up for it?” Bing said she could handle it, so the five of us set off.

It had snowed heavily, and the wind was biting cold. The snow on the river was deep, and each step felt like stepping on cotton, sinking in immediately. Snow got into our shoes and pants. We walked in a line, with the person in front making a path for those behind to follow more easily. We kept a distance between us to avoid disrupting each other’s calls. I wore thick cotton pants, an over-the-knee down jacket with a small cotton jacket inside, a thick hat, and a scarf, but I was still shivering. My hands were frozen even with double-layered gloves, making it difficult to press the phone’s buttons. Usually, when clarifying the truth in the park, if it got too cold, I could hide in the restroom and warm my hands in my pants or jacket. But at the river, I had to endure it. I was in my 60s, and so cold that I wanted to cry. Since other practitioners called me “elder sister,” I had to look out for them and send righteous thoughts to support them. I kept reciting the Fa.

“Great enlightened beings fear no hardshipTheir will is cast of diamondLife or death, they have no attachmentForthright and broad-minded on the road of Fa-rectification”(“Righteous Thought, Righteous Action” in Hong Yin II)

I occasionally looked back. One time I saw Bing sitting on the ground far behind, with practitioner Wen by her side. I went over to see what was happening. Bing’s leg was causing her severe pain, making it difficult for her to walk. Wen was taking care of her, helping her to send righteous thoughts.

With Master’s support, we helped many people quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) that day. Numerous miracles occurred. For instance, when giving someone a pseudonym, it turned out to be the same as his real name. He was surprised and asked, “How did you know my name?”

When I clarified the truth on my mobile phone, the people I talked to would be from various regions with different dialects and accents, sometimes making it hard to understand what they were saying. However, at crucial moments, Master would enlighten me, letting me understand their meaning. Some people said they couldn’t hear me, at which point I would send out a powerful thought, “You can hear me!” and they would immediately be able to hear. Sometimes, when people didn’t agree to quit the CCP, I assertively told them, “Say yes!” and they would reply, “Yes!” At times, even before someone said whether they agreed to quit, I could sense it and knew their response. Occasionally, if someone answered the phone in a noisy environment, making it hard for them to hear me, I sent a thought, “Go somewhere quieter to listen to the call!” and they would promptly move to a quieter place to listen.

During my time on the phone, I would sometimes feel the need to use the bathroom. However, to talk to more people, I added a thought, “This is time to save people, so I can’t go to the bathroom. Let my bodily functions move to another dimension.” Then, I wouldn’t need to go to the bathroom, and everything would be resolved.

I often used my thoughts to communicate with my sister. When we were out, to avoid interfering with each other clarifying the truth, we kept a certain distance between us, but still kept an eye on each other. If one of us saw someone approaching, for safety reasons, we promptly used our thoughts to alert each other. This happened frequently, showcasing the extraordinary nature of Dafa and Master’s compassionate protection.

I am deeply grateful for Master’s salvation, making me a Dafa disciple during the Fa-rectification period and bestowing upon me this highest honor in the universe! Words can’t fully express my gratitude to Master.

Master said:

“What Dafa disciples need to do is to deliver to people the hope of salvation and lead lives that can be saved onto the path of return. Thus, you must study the Fa well and become a true cultivator; only then can you take on this task and fulfill this sacred and magnificent responsibility.” (“To the Dafa Disciples Attending the Fa Conference in Taiwan”)