(Minghui.org) My family moved to a mid-sized city in 1995, when my husband was transferred by his workplace. Before we left I had a vivid dream: from the northeast corner of our house an old man with a white beard, holding a horsetail whisk appeared. He looked at me, smiled, and then floated away. After I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1997, I realized that Master Li had already arranged for me to practice Dafa.
I used to be riddled with minor illnesses. I was very thin, and weighed less than 45 kg (about 100 lb), but I was 1.6 meters (about 5 ft 3 in) tall. I lived in the countryside and worked at a collective-run enterprise. There were no weekends off and I worked every day. The only break I had was during the Chinese New Year holiday, when I had about 15 days off work. My husband worked in another city and was rarely home. So, besides my work I also had to do farm work and take care of two young children. I was physically and mentally exhausted and so thin that a gust of wind could knock me over. By the age of 39, I needed to wear reading glasses. My face was wrinkled and I had iron-deficiency anemia. My complexion was sallow. One day, when my son and I walked to the market, someone asked me, “Is this your son or grandson?” One can imagine how bad I felt.
In an attempt to improve my health I tried various types of qigong. Not only did they not improve my health, I got spirit possession from doing them. People commented on how rapidly I had aged in just a few years.
In April 1997, I learned about Falun Dafa through a coworker. At the time, my mother was visiting me. When a Dafa practitioner saw me, she said, “Your complexion doesn’t even look as good as your mother’s.” My mother was already in her 70s, and I was only in my 40s. I started practicing Falun Dafa, and in less than three months all of my health problems disappeared. In the 27 years since I began practicing, I haven’t had the need to take a single pill or have an injection. Sometimes, when I felt uncomfortable, I knew I was repaying karmic debts from this life or past lifetimes. As long as I elevated my xinxing, examined myself for my shortcomings, and strove to do better, I quickly recovered.
Now, my vision is as clear as when I was young. I can see very fine print on receipts and can even see individual strands of hair clearly. I look younger than those of my age. I have abundant energy every day, a clear mind, and quick thinking. I feel light and walk with a spring in my step, and I’m always cheerful. When I go out, I usually ride a bicycle or an electric scooter. People can’t tell that I’m in my 70s.
In August 2015, I used my real name to file a lawsuit against former Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader Jiang Zemin for persecuting Falun Dafa. One morning in November around 9 a.m., people from the police station, district police department, and neighborhood committee came knocking on my door. In 2002, people from the Domestic Security Division, police station, and neighborhood committee claimed they were, “Just coming to take a look,” but they ransacked my home. Eleven people turned my place upside down. Since then, I’ve had the thought: “With Master by my side no matter what happens I must not open the door to them.”
So, when I next heard a knock at the door and it was those people again, my tone was not very compassionate. I asked them what they wanted. A woman asked us to open the door, “Otherwise we can’t hear each other clearly.”
I replied, “I can hear you just fine. Why can’t you hear me? Are you deaf?” The woman again asked me to open the door and wanted to know if my husband was at home.
My husband shouted, “What’s this got to do with me?”
We were at a stalemate for a while. I refused to open the door. A man asked if I had written some sort of letter. They didn’t dare say it was a lawsuit against Jiang. I shouted, “Yes, I wrote it. I filed a lawsuit against Jiang Zemin!” My voice was loud enough for the entire building to hear. They all left after that.
A police officer called me in August 2018. I saw it was their landline number, so I didn’t pick up. They called six times in a row, but I ignored it. In October of that year, around 6 p.m., the police went to my son’s home to harass him. They asked, “Does your mother still practice Falun Dafa? Where does she live now?” My son, who does not practice Falun Dafa, was afraid I’d be persecuted and said I no longer practice and gave them my address. The police looked in every room and then left.
Then, without taking his phone, my son rode his electric bike over to tell me what happened. He said, “I already gave them your address. The police said if you keep practicing Falun Dafa even your grandson’s chances at university could be affected.”
I said, “If my grandson is meant to get into a university, then no one can stop it. The police already know our address. They’ve come knocking before when I filed the lawsuit against Jiang. I didn’t let them in then. You can go home. We are fine.”
The police called again last October. This time using a mobile number. My husband answered. The caller said they were from a certain police station and wanted to verify our address and phone number.
One afternoon in November 2023, I was out buying groceries, when someone knocked on the door and claimed to be from a certain police station. My husband, who also practices Falun Dafa, wouldn’t open the door, and said, “My eyesight is poor. There are so many bad people these days. Who knows what you’re really here for? Even if you show a police ID, I can’t see it clearly. I can’t open the door for you.” The officer asked if I was at home. My husband replied, “She’s gone out to buy vegetables. She’s not here.”
The policeman asked, “Does she still practice Falun Dafa? If she does, just tell her to practice at home. Don’t go spreading it around.” Then they asked when I’d be back. My husband said he didn’t know. After waiting a bit and seeing I wasn’t returning, they said they’d come back another day.
I returned home shortly after they left. My husband told me what happened. I said, “Let’s send forth righteous thoughts more over the next few days. We practitioners are protected by Master. If they’re not meant to get in, the police will never be allowed to step into our home.”
Around 10 p.m. one night in October 2016, my husband suddenly had severe vomiting and diarrhea. He told me to call our son. I thought, what good would that do? Even going to hospital won’t help. The fourth time he had to go to the bathroom his eyes were half-closed and he was swaying. I quickly helped him up. Just as we reached the bathroom door, he vomited. He sat down by the toilet, and I saw his head droop down.
I immediately shouted, “Falun Dafa is good! Falun Dafa is good!” I couldn’t think of anything else. I shouted six or seven times, and after about a minute, my husband slowly lifted his head. I asked, “Why didn’t you call out to Master?” He said he couldn’t think of anything as his mind had gone completely blank.
I said, “It was terrifying. Your main consciousness left but Master brought you back. Even calling an ambulance would’ve been too late. Without Master’s intervention, you wouldn’t still be alive.” Tears of gratitude streamed down both our faces. We knew Master gave my husband a second chance.
My husband had a high fever several times every year. Each time, he would sweat profusely, so much so that the blankets, mattress, and towels were soaked through. Perhaps this was a major karmic obstacle for him, and he hadn’t managed to break through it. We always kept fever reducer medicine at home.
One day this past winter around 11 a.m., my husband again had a fever of over 40°C (104°F). Even under three layers of blankets, he shivered and talked nonsense. I put two fever pills in his mouth. Usually, for other people, it takes half an hour to bring the fever down, but for him, it always took an hour. This time, three hours later, the high fever returned. Around 10 p.m., he said he felt cold again and was under three blankets again. I stayed beside him, reciting “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
I asked him to recite it, but he refused. I knew he was being interfered with. I was very anxious and told him, “You’ve already taken the medicine three times today. You can’t take any more. You must ask Master for help now!”
He said he wouldn’t, so I continued, “If you don’t, I’ll call 120 (the medical emergency number in China) and take you to hospital.”
Finally, he said he would ask Master for help. After just about a minute, the fever began to go away. We both cried tears of gratitude. I said, “Master pulled out the root of your fever this time.”
It’s been over 10 months now, and he hasn’t had another fever. My husband said that Master saved him several times.
My grandson lived with us when he was in kindergarten. Sometimes he would study the Fa and do the exercises with us. When we had free time I recited Hong Yin with him. One night in 2016, before bed, he told me, “Grandma, Master spoke to me. He said it’s good for me to do the exercises with you. Tomorrow morning I want to get up to do the exercises, too. If I don’t wake up, please wake me.” He also said, “When you do the exercises in the morning, Master is standing right next to you.”
When I study the Fa, I usually sit in the full lotus position. My grandson often lays his little head on my lap. He said, “I like being here with you. When you read, I see Faluns (Law Wheels) coming out of your mouth.”
I can’t see anything through my celestial eye, but what my grandson said boosted my confidence in Fa study and cultivation.
Thank you, Master! Thank you, fellow practitioners!