(Minghui.org) Looking back over my more than 20 years of cultivation, under the earnest teachings and compassionate protection of Master, I have come to this day smoothly, and I am grateful for Master’s compassionate salvation. It is the responsibility of every true cultivator to validate Dafa and assist Master in Fa-rectification.
When I was in graduate school, I started reading Buddhist scriptures. I remember very clearly that after reading the one scripture, I witnessed some supernatural phenomena, and I had prophetic dreams about what was going to happen. What happened was exactly the same as the scene in my dream. Sometimes I was able to make my wishes come true, and what I wanted could be fulfilled at any time.
At that time, there was a qigong upsurge in China, and I came into contact with all kinds of qigong. In my heart, I longed to find a practice of high virtue. I tried some qigong. Every time I went in with expectations, I returned disappointed. I always felt that the principles taught by those qigong masters were too shallow to convince me, so I gave up one qigong after another. I also read Taoist and Christian scriptures and related books, but I did not find what I was looking for.
I had been looking for Dafa for a long time, but I missed it because the opportunity didn’t arise. One evening in July 1998, I met a classmate and asked her what she was doing. She said that she was practicing Falun Gong. I went to the practice site the next morning on time, and I was able to sit in the double-lotus position for 45 minutes. I knew that this was what I had been looking for. At that time, I thought it was all a coincidence, but as I studied the Fa further, I realized that Master had worked hard to find us in the human world and let us connect with the holy fate of attaining the Fa.
Before July 20 of 1999, I had the happiest time of my life. My classmates and friends around me entered Dafa cultivation one after another. We studied the Fa together every day around noon, and practiced together in the early mornings and evenings. The contact person at the exercise site often took us to watch videos of Master’s teachings in various places. On weekends, he also took us to participate in large-scale practice activities. He once took me to see a video of Master’s teachings. As I walked along the road, I saw a big red character of “Fa” on the ground, which followed me all the time. Sometimes I could see Falun (law wheels) on the TV screen as well.
When I first started practicing, the other schools of practice interfered with me a lot. I read some Buddhist scriptures as a requirement of my graduate school work, but in order to concentrate on my cultivation and not be affected by the Buddhist scriptures, I completely let go of my research topic and chose a new research topic.
On July 20, when we went to the exercise site as usual, the school security officer told us that we could not practice there. We discussed what to do, and we heard that some practitioners were going to petition the provincial government to speak up for Dafa. Led by the contact person of the exercise site, a few of us fellow practitioners walked together to the provincial government to petition.
I remember that some practitioners had already arrived by the time we got there that morning. More and more arrived one after another. We stood on both sides of the street, calmly telling passersby about Dafa. Around noon, government officials used loudspeakers and told us to leave immediately. But the practitioners were unmoved. We stood in place, and then saw Falun appear in the sky. Falun of all sizes fell like snowflakes, and many practitioners saw them and were very excited.
When the government officials saw that the practitioners were unmoved, they sent vehicles over to pull us away. Many buses were dispatched to take practitioners to a distant gymnasium or elementary schools in mountainous areas. There were young junior high school students, old women, and men in their sixties and seventies, and many young practitioners. Everyone was calm in the bus and began to recite Master’s articles and poems with loud voices. Some practitioners shed tears of excitement, as if this were what we had been waiting for a long time.
In the evening, the leaders of practitioners’ workplaces rushed to the gymnasium to take us away. I constantly heard the sound of fellow practitioners being beaten and crying. I also saw girls being forcibly taken away. When we were taken back to the school, we stayed in the security department, watching a program on TV that slandered Dafa and Master. I couldn’t help but burst into tears. We didn’t believe the TV programs, and we kept telling them the truth about Dafa. After that day, we found a place to practice together at night. Sometimes after practicing, we saw people in civilian clothes standing next to us, but they did not harass us.
I used to be the pride of my parents and the hope of my family. But my father was worried that my persistence in cultivation would affect my studies. When I returned home for summer break, he sternly demanded that I give up my cultivation. He even raided my books and threatened to break my legs to prevent me from cultivating. I secretly read the books and practiced every day.
No matter how much the TV slandered and spread propaganda, and no matter how oppressive my family environment was, I never gave up my cultivation and continued to increase the intensity of my righteous thoughts.
When I later went to work at a university, because of the heavy workload and housework, I insisted on practicing at noon every day. Every time I finished the exercises, I felt that my body and mind were completely purified. In the afternoon, I was full of energy. When teaching my classes, my speech was gentle and clear, but very penetrating. When I gave lectures, I interspersed lectures on the truth of Dafa. I told them that Falun Gong is practiced according to Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I told my students to judge right from wrong, good from evil, and not to believe the false propaganda on television.
I told the truth in the course content. With the blessing of Dafa, I changed some students’ atheistic thinking and also changed some students’ attitudes toward Dafa. One student said in her final paper that she was influenced by my lectures, and that she understood her mother’s belief and changed her attitude toward her mother. Although the student did not explicitly mention Falun Gong, I believe that her mother must have been a fellow practitioner. I’m glad that I could enlighten my students about their Buddha nature in this way, so that they can treat Dafa correctly.
When I was later deprived of the right to teach due to the persecution, I engaged in research and worked silently with fellow practitioners to validate Dafa.
Working at a university, I had a lot of competitive pressure. I put cultivation first and tried to balance family chores, work, and my research as much as possible. At work, I completed my duties and took fame and fortune lightly. My supervisors and colleagues were very relieved by my work production and trusted my character.
I once went to apply for a national social science project, but I failed several times. I continued to study the Fa, looked inward, and then came to the understanding from the Fa that Dafa disciples should not whitewash the policies of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP), nor should they tout the rhetoric of the Party. I no longer applied for the project around the Party’s “One Belt, One Road” initiative, but from the perspective of restoring traditional culture. The project was successfully approved.
Because I practice Dafa, I suffered a lot of unfair treatment, but Master took care of me and gave me a lot of good fortune and good outcomes. Because of my outstanding research achievements, the leaders of the academy and the security department also tried their best to protect me. During the years when the Party’s persecution was the most severe, the city-level public security and state security repeatedly put pressure on the school to meet with me to ask me to “transform,” but the leaders of the security department refused. They eventually couldn’t refuse the state security, so they had to call me in. The head of the academy also came, but they just asked me a few simple questions and didn’t make trouble for me.
I often have the opportunity to go to conferences. When I meet some people who are predestined, I tell them the truth about Dafa.
I once met a teacher in Wuhan. I told her about the content of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party. She agreed with it very much. I also told her about the CCP’s state-sanctioned live organ harvesting. She told me that live organ harvesting is very common in Wuhan, and that there is a secret place where Falun Gong practitioners are incarcerated in the Wuhan Public Security Bureau.
Once at a meeting I met a female teacher from Jilin. We became good friends. I told her the truth about Dafa, and she also told me that she often received phone calls from Dafa practitioners and reads Dafa materials. I was really moved by the diligence of fellow practitioners in the northeast.
Sometimes, when I met friends, I explained the truth of the CCP-staged Tiananmen self-immolation and the basic truth of Dafa. They understood what I said and believed in Dafa. However, there are also some intellectuals who deeply hate the Party and have a great sense of justice, but they are unwilling to accept the truth of Dafa.
Over the years, I have been working silently with fellow practitioners to persist in a project for validating Dafa. Under Master’s compassionate protection, I have persisted smoothly for more than 10 years. Our projects have blossomed everywhere in the local area and have been recognized by the local people. We have changed the local environment.
Although our project is only printing Dafa information on banknotes, it has persisted for more than 10 years and has become deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the bills have been circulated normally in the market and in all corners of society. The banknotes are imperceptibly changing people’s hearts and purifying the social environment. Once, when a fellow practitioner went to buy vegetables with a banknote, the vegetable seller looked at it and couldn’t help muttering: “Hey, the bills are so strange now, there are handwritten words on them. There are also printed words.”
In the course of more than 20 years of cultivation, it is difficult to describe the gratitude I have to Master in words. I was able to obtain the noble Dafa, so I am grateful that Master chose me. I am grateful to Master for his compassionate and arduous salvation. Looking back over my past 26 years of cultivation, the CCP's interference is just a floating cloud, just a whetstone for Dafa disciples’ strong will. I will definitely cherish this opportunity, walk the last part of the journey well, and live up to Master’s compassionate salvation.