I Resume Practicing Falun Dafa

(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa at the end of 1997. I’ve always loved to read, so when I saw the book Zhuan Falun at a friend’s house, I brought it home. I began my path of cultivation.

Before I started practicing, I had a terrible temper. My relationship with my in-laws was so tense that we didn’t speak to each other. I yelled at my husband whenever I wanted—there was hardly a day I didn’t curse him. After I began studying the Fa I immediately stopped that behavior. My temper gradually softened and over time my relationship with my in-laws improved.

Although I improved a lot I still didn’t really understand what cultivation was or how to truly cultivate. I mostly read on my own at home and never went to a practice site. When the CCP started persecuting Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999, I knew Dafa is good and that Master was being wronged. I went to Beijing to appeal. I was sent back to my hometown, where I experienced the persecution—beatings, being tormented, and having my home searched in the middle of the night.

At that time, we could read Master’s new lectures, and many things were clearly explained. But my enlightenment quality was poor, and I continued handling things with human notions. As a result, I was later arrested, and sent to a labor camp. I eventually stopped practicing and returned to an ordinary person’s life.

Since I was little, I often wondered: Why am I me and not someone else? “Who was I before I was born? Who will I be after I die?” I could never figure it out. After I stopped practicing I remained confused. One day, I took part in a prize draw. The first prize was a rice cooker worth about a hundred yuan, the second prize was a rice pot, and the third prize was an electric kettle.

On the way there, I thought: “Are there really gods in this world? If there are, I’ve never won a prize in my life—let me win the first prize, and I’ll stop doing bad things from now on.” I had a few tickets in hand, but I don’t remember how many. The second prize was one of my ticket numbers! I thought, “That’s second prize. It doesn’t count.” When they drew the first prize—it was me again!

The other people didn’t believe it—some said I must be an insider. As I walked up to the stage to receive the prize, I felt dazed. Looking back, even though I had left Dafa, Master didn’t want to give up on me. He fulfilled my wish and gave me the first prize—this was a direct answer to my question: yes, there are gods in this world.

I didn’t immediately resume practicing Falun Dafa. Instead, I remained immersed in everyday life. After a few years passed I was still deeply confused, and I wondered what the meaning of life really was. I even thought about reading Buddhist scriptures or the Bible to see if I could find answers there.

When I cleaned the house one day, I found a Buddhist book that either my daughter or son brought home. I picked it up and set it aside, thinking I might read it sometime.

That night, I had a dream. I saw many people flying up to the sky. I just stood there, looking up. At that moment, Master appeared in midair and reached out his hand to me, saying, “If you jump up I’ll support you.” I wondered how I could jump that high. I closed my eyes and jumped—and then I woke up.

After I woke up I couldn’t go back to sleep. I kept thinking about what Master said in the dream. I visited a practitioner and told her that I wanted to read Master’s latest lectures.

The practitioner was happy and immediately found the lectures for me. I read and thought about what Master said. Because I had left the Fa for so long, I still had many questions. The practitioner later brought me the full collection of Master’s teachings. I am deeply grateful for her selfless help. When the other practitioners heard I returned to cultivation, they were even happier than I was.

Through studying the Fa extensively and persistently looking inward, I finally untied the knots in my heart. I started to clarify the truth to people and help them do the three withdrawals (from the Chinese Communist Party, Youth League, and Young Pioneers). At first, I was timid and fearful—my heart pounded whenever someone knocked on the door. But I held onto one righteous thought: no matter what happens, I cannot waver. Master pulled me out of the filthy pit twice. All I have is this sincere heart to offer to Master.

Some officials from the township came and tried to get me to sign a paper saying I no longer practiced Falun Dafa. I was a bit scared, but I didn’t sign. On the way home, I was even trembling a little. I used to have a lump on my wrist from tenosynovitis. After I refused to sign, I discovered one day—much to my surprise—that the lump had disappeared and the tenosynovitis was gone.

I knew Master was encouraging me. I was overwhelmed with emotion. Sometimes when clarifying the truth, things went smoothly—just like Master said—it felt like they had been waiting for me to come and tell them the truth. I sincerely felt happy for the salvation of those beings. Often, some people wouldn’t accept it and couldn’t be saved. I would tell myself: regardless of how they reacted, I just do what I should do. If I don’t speak up, that’s my fault. If they don’t accept, that’s their choice

There’s an elderly lady in my village who truly believes that Falun Dafa is good. During winter a few years ago she was home alone and fell in the courtyard. She lay there for an entire day and night before someone found her. She asked a practitioner, “Has your Master stopped protecting me?”

The practitioner replied, “It’s precisely because our Master was protecting you that you, at over 80 years old, could lie in that freezing courtyard for a whole day and night and still be fine. If it had been anyone else, they probably would’ve froze.”

The old lady cheered up and is healthy and strong. She knows Falun Dafa’s Master protected her, and she deeply believes that Dafa is good. This is the result of the practitioners persistently clarifying the truth over the years.

Compared to the practitioners who did well, I know I’m far behind. I still have many human attachments to eliminate. Master’s immense compassion embraces me and encourages me. Although I’ve stumbled along the way, my steps are now more resolute than ever—I will follow Master all the way home.

I am fortunate that Master didn’t abandon me for having poor enlightenment quality. A human body is hard to obtain, to be born in China is even rarer, and to encounter the righteous Fa is something that happens once in thousands or even millions of years. Yet I’ve encountered it. I thank Master deeply and I also thank the practitioners who helped me along the way.

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