The Buddha Light Shines on My Family and Displays Its Miraculous Nature

(Minghui.org) I’d like to tell Master and my fellow practitioners about my family’s experiences. We’ve been tempered and immersed in the Buddha Law’s saving grace for many years. I’m sharing this to validate the extraordinary nature and beauty of Dafa.

My mother was born into a life of misery. Her family was classified as “landlords” by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and therefore persecuted. Her eldest brother was imprisoned because he served as a district chief for the Republic of China (ROC). The CCP classified her second brother as having an unclear background, and he went missing.

In that era of “making class struggle key,” my mother had no future, even though she was among the top students in a renowned school. Her third brother was labelled a rightist by the CCP on the eve of her college entrance exam. With no other options, my mother married my father, a divorced soldier with a 10-year-old daughter.

My father was honest by nature, but he had a bad temper. He was also addicted to mahjong (a gambling game). He didn’t help my mother with the housework, and they fought all the time.

Because of the era she grew up in, my mother was timid and felt inferior. Family conflicts impacted her health, and she eventually reached the brink of collapse. Not even 40 years old, she suffered from more than 10 health problems, such as neurasthenia, heart disease, and high blood pressure. She worked hard to improve her life: She burned incense and worshiped the Buddha and tried different physical exercises. But nothing helped.

My Mother’s Joy at Finding Dafa

Her life took a turn for the better after she found Dafa in early 1996. After getting into a routine of getting up early to do the Dafa exercises, she realized she was no longer as tired as before. Her face glowed, and she was full of energy. She told me she had found the true Buddha Law.

I thought, “How was this possible?” She then explained how she had found Dafa. She saw a portrait of Master Li that practitioners hung up when they offered free sessions to introduce the practice. When she looked at it, she thought, “He is the true Buddha. He came here to save people.” From that day on, she gave up all her previous fitness techniques and threw away all the medications that were piled up in her drawers at home.

Every morning, she got up early to go to the exercise site. At night, she went to a practitioner’s home to watch Master’s recorded Fa teaching lectures. She was immersed in the Buddha’s saving grace. Soon, all her health problems were gone. She could sleep well, and her temperament changed. Instead of going to extremes, she was calm and collected. Her hair, which had been completely grey, grew in thick and black. She had a rosy complexion and appeared much younger.

She was very diligent and became an assistant at the exercise site and kept herself very busy. Whenever she had time, she’d study and recite the Fa and participate in the activities on the weekends to spread the Fa. She often invited practitioners to come to our home to watch Master’s lecture series.

She told everyone she ran into about the wonderful and miraculous nature of Dafa. By sharing her experience of how her health improved, she encouraged her family and friends to practice. When Dafa started being persecuted in 1999, she went to Tiananmen Square on her own and held up a banner that read, “Falun Dafa is wonderful!” And she managed to return home safe and sound.

Having witnessed the changes in her, every member of my family started to cultivate Dafa. My mother felt that she was so fortunate!

Changes in My Father

During the three-year famine that began in the late 1950s, my father returned to his hometown to visit his relatives. He reported to the army political instructor that he saw people starving to death in that area. The political instructor put my father in solitary confinement on the grounds that he had slandered the CCP and socialism by spreading rumors. The instructor even threatened my father with a court martial.

Coincidentally, the instructor’s wife and children also fled to the army due to the famine. Only when his wife confirmed that there were indeed people starving to death in her hometown was my father released. However, he was still penalized by being forced to take early retirement. After retiring, my father’s temperament drastically changed, and he became irritable and angry.

After my father began practicing Falun Dafa, he became friendly and kind. He also accompanied my mother to the practice site every morning. He helped her carry the audio player with the exercise music and cleaned up the exercise site afterward.

My father, who loves the land as much as he loves his life, rented an orchard in the suburbs after he retired. He planted vegetables on the vacant land and shared them with relatives, friends, and neighbors. The apple trees were his lifeblood. He weeded, got rid of insects, fertilized, watered, and pruned the trees all day long. He treated them as if they were his own children. Compared to other orchards nearby, his apples were big and bountiful.

Before one Mid-Autumn Festival, just as he was about to pick his apples, he discovered that a lot of the best apples in his orchard had been stolen overnight. Instead of being angry, he said, “Perhaps whoever took them was entitled to them. Maybe I owed something to someone.”

On two occasions, on his way to the orchard, my father was riding a tricycle and was run over by a truck. He was not injured, but the wheels of the tricycle were bent. The scared truck driver wanted to take my father to the hospital and compensate him for the tricycle. But my father declined his offer.

He told the driver that he practiced Dafa and he would be fine since Master would protect him. He’d be okay if the driver could get his bicycle fixed. When he told us about it, we thought it was incredible.

My father also set up an exercise site near the orchard. At that time, several dozen people came to the site to practice. Sometimes he stayed in the orchard when it was late and, in the winter, he lit a coal stove. On two occasions, he was poisoned by gas and passed out. My father did not suffer any ill effects from the gas. Instead, he became healthier. Each time he mentioned this, he became emotional and said that it was Master who saved him and gave him a new life. Thank you, Master, for your protection and immense saving grace!

When the CCP tried to undermine Dafa and persecute practitioners, four people in my family were illegally detained. My father tried his very best to rescue every one of them. He went to the police station, police department, Domestic Security Division, Political and Judicial Committee, and the 610 Office to demand the release of his innocent family members.

When he visited us in the forced labor camps and prisons, he would often talk to those who let him in at the main entrance. For example, he told them about the staged self-immolation incident on Tiananmen Square to expose the CCP’s crimes of persecuting Dafa. He’d talk to anyone he ran into, explaining that, to arrest a group of people who practice Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and put them in prison, the CCP was completely finished!

Dafa Has Blessed My Family

The Olympics were held in China in 2008. During that time, the CCP went all over the country harassing and arresting practitioners. I was one of them. Despite no evidence that I'd committed a crime, I was framed, arrested, and cruelly tortured.

I asked for Master’s help to strengthen and save me. In the hospital where I was taken for emergency care, I locked myself in the bathroom, sat on the toilet seat, and wrote an article exposing the evil on a large roll of toilet paper. My father helped me find a place to print it out. Accompanied by my family, I managed to deliver information about the persecutors to every relevant department.

While I was illegally detained, before every meal, I recited “On Dafa” nine times and sent forth righteous thoughts.I had a firm thought: “Master didn’t arrange for me to be in prison. Since the CCP has dared to torture me, I have to expose its evil actions.”

After four months of a battle between good and evil, the rescue efforts of other practitioners, and strengthened by Master, I returned home. During that time, Master arranged for me to work on a project with greater responsibility. I teamed up with other practitioners and, even though we were in danger a few times, we returned safe and sound under Master’s protection. I also returned to work, obtained a professional certificate, and then retired.

My husband, who had been illegally sentenced to 10 years in prison, also returned home, and our family was finally reunited. My daughter, who had been denied educational opportunities due to years of persecution, found a job with a decent income. Despite the pressure of work, she insisted on studying the Fa whenever she could. A professional colleague told her about an international competition. She entered and won a prize without telling anyone about it. My daughter also learned English for free on a well-known platform.

After several years of hard work, she was finally admitted to a respected overseas graduate program and was awarded a good scholarship.

My daughter’s colleagues, relatives, and friends thought it would be impossible for her to leave China, because our family had been targeted for persecution by the CCP. Despite everyone’s pessimism, my daughter went through the process on her own and completed all the steps. She was full of confidence and embarked on her path to study abroad.

Master has painstakingly protected my daughter and made the best arrangement for her. I don’t know what to say to express my gratitude to Master for his compassion. I only want to say, “Thank you, Master, for your saving grace! You’ve worked so hard!”