(Minghui.org) I was fortunate to start practicing Falun Dafa in 1997. Master Li (the founder of the practice) rescued me, a person burdened with karma, from the sea of suffering in this world and led me to the path of returning to my true self through Falun Dafa. In my nearly 30 years of cultivation, every step has been inseparable from Master’s compassionate protection. His profound Fa teachings have reshaped my life.
Along the way, there have been hardships, joys, and happiness. For this China Fahui, I am writing down some of my cultivation experiences to tell Master and fellow practitioners about my cultivation journey.
The Process of Compiling Materials Is Also a Process of Self-Cultivation
For over a decade, the process of producing Dafa materials has been a process of improving my character. I’ve felt as if every printer I’ve used came for the Fa, has a spirit, and is silently cooperating with me to help save sentient beings. They have given me much joy and helped me cultivate away many of my human attachments.
When I was preparing materials in the early years, if the printer malfunctioned, I didn’t look inward. Instead, I blamed the printer, thinking it was faulty and unusable. So I asked a fellow practitioner to find someone to repair it. When the technician turned it on, the printer worked perfectly. However, it still didn’t work for me. When I asked the technician to repair it again, it still didn’t work. The technician, who was also a practitioner, told me to look inward and suggested I study the Fa more. I realized that I needed to study the Fa diligently and cultivate myself in accordance with Dafa.
Since then, whenever the machine malfunctions, I first look inward. As soon as I identify my issues, the machine immediately works.
When I couldn’t maintain my xinxing, the printer would have paper jams and other problems. When this happened, I examined myself to see what attachments I had that allowed the old forces to exploit the situation. I was shocked by what I found. It turned out that I had negative thoughts that were all based on human reasoning about how badly others treated me. Years of hardship and suffering caused me to feel resentful. The old forces in other dimensions saw this clearly. How could they not take advantage of it? They obviously knew what was going on in my mind. I was thinking like a human being, not like a Dafa disciple, which the old forces despised. The main point is that the old forces wish to prevent practitioners from achieving enlightenment. They seize on our weaknesses and use them to pull us down, ultimately achieving their evil goal of destroying us.
I saw through the old forces’ arrangements and persecution, and I worked hard to correct myself and problems while producing materials.
I recently overcame another major xinxing test. My neighbor, Fang, lives very close to me, and we see each other every day. She’s my age, and I’ve known her for decades. She has a terrible temper and is incredibly stingy. Wherever she goes, she takes things she sees. When you chat with her, she always says hurtful things and, in her eyes, there is not a single good person. So I tried to keep my distance.
Fang’s husband has been ill. He’d been in the hospital often and was unable to work. They occasionally asked my husband to help with household chores. I felt sorry for the family, so I did not refuse. My husband has a motorcycle, and Fang gets a ride with him to the market. I inwardly resented it.
This year, Fang was often at our house, wanting everything she saw. I didn’t pay much attention her. My husband wasn’t happy about it, but he didn’t want to confront her. One morning around six o’clock, Fang came and asked my husband to take her to the market. I said, “It’s too early. We haven’t eaten.” Fang said that she needed to go early, so that she could come back and play mahjong. My husband immediately got dressed and was ready to leave. I said, “Let’s eat first.” My husband said he would eat when he came back. He got on his motorcycle and took her.
I used to be unforgiving, but I’ve changed a lot. However, I still felt resentful about this unexpected intrusion. I resented my husband for being too weak and blindly obeying someone with no manners, and I resented this shrewish neighbor, who not only bullied non-practitioners but also bullied female Falun Dafa practitioners in the village. When there was a wedding in her family, practitioner Aiyin’s family didn’t give a gift. Fang berated the family incessantly until Aiyin finally gave them a gift. Another practitioner, Beishan, hadn’t provoked Fang, but Fang still had a grudge against her and even fought with her at her home. When practitioner Jing accidentally dropped her money, Fang picked it up and hid it. After that, she went to Jing’s house several times, asking her husband to drive her to the market. Some practitioners said Fang was taking advantage of practitioners’ kindness. I thought it was all because we practitioners spoiled her.
After I finished cooking breakfast, I calmed down and thought it over. Was her intrusion into my life accidental? Of course not. How could a divine being be angry with a human? If we practitioners want to improve and return to the divine, then we shouldn’t be angry with anyone. Didn’t I just drop to the human realm because I was so angry? As soon as I had this thought, the lump of anger that had been stuck in my heart instantly vanished.
An hour later, my husband returned cheerfully, bringing back a large watermelon. We ate breakfast together peacefully. After breakfast, my attachments resurfaced, and I couldn’t help but mention Fang to my husband and said a few unpleasant things about her again.
The next day, while making materials, I accidentally touched the printer and computer connection cable twice, causing a short circuit both times and leaving two sheets of paper unusable. Then the number of printed pages automatically increased, resulting in eight extra copies of Minghui Weekly and eight additional copies of Wishing You Peace, because the materials we were packaging were printed in a two-in-one format.
For many years, I harbored resentment, a competitive mindset, and contempt for Fang, which was deeply hidden. Every time I interacted with her, I felt disgusted. How could Master not be aware of my thoughts? Why did she intrude into my life? I realize Master arranged this to expose my demonic nature, help me find and eliminate my attachments, guide me out of the mundane world, and elevate my character.
From another angle, Fang is an everyday person with a bad reputation in the village, so no one wanted to be near her. She’s over 70, her husband is ill, and her son isn’t around. When she needs help, she can only turn to those nearest her. We are her neighbors. My husband is kind and is always willing to help—I should be proud to have such a good husband. I also felt compassion for her—shouldn’t practitioners have compassion? What have I been cultivating in Dafa for half my life? Aren’t I supposed to have compassion for others?
My understanding finally improved, and I felt so much lighter and clearer inside. Everything I saw seemed so pleasing to the eye. In the days that followed, whenever Fang encountered difficulties and asked my husband for help, I wholeheartedly supported her. One day, Fang said to me sincerely, “You are a kindhearted person.”
Improving by Writing
Before I began practicing Falun Dafa, I loved literature and wrote a few things, which laid a foundation for my writing after I started practicing.
In the spring of 2002, I wrote a letter to clarify the truth, but I was falsely charged and persecuted by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) authorities. Faced with the persecution, I was forced to leave home and was homeless. At the end of the year, another practitioner brought me back to the area. A kind practitioner rented a house for me so that I could help with local Fa-rectification efforts.
Soon after I settled in one night, I was awakened from a deep sleep by loud music. I felt my entire body rising into the air and floating to a heavenly realm. I saw countless people gathering together. In the very center of this vast sea of people stood a large, magnificent lotus throne, which rotated around the crowd. I thought these beings were waiting for the return of their lord or king. The beings around the lotus throne gazed with bright eyes at the empty throne, their eyes filled with boundless urgency and longing. Their eyes were yearning, their expressions completely focused.
I told a practitioners what I saw, and she encouraged me to write it down and submit it to Minghui.org. After the article was published, it had an impact among local practitioners. From then on, I began writing articles for fellow practitioners and submitting them to Minghui.org.
Eliminating the Attachment to Fame
In 2008, with the great help of fellow practitioners, I started my own small, home-based, materials production site. Practitioners who had technical skills showed me how to type, do typesetting, and how to send manuscripts. I was able to type articles directly on the computer and send them to Minghui.org.
After the call for submissions for Falun Dafa Day and the China Fahui in 2016 were issued, a practitioner asked me to help her write an article for the conferences. After her article was published online, other practitioners were greatly encouraged, and everyone asked me to help them write their articles for the next conference. Some even called me a “miracle writer.” On the surface, I appeared quite humble, but I was delighted. The two coordinating practitioners reminded me several times, “Please don’t be attached to fame.”
I was mindful of “fame,” knowing it’s not good and is an attachment that cultivators should eliminate. However, fellow practitioners’ praise caused this attachment to surface, and I felt smug. When I met with practitioners, someone asked, “Was that article in Minghui Weekly yours? It’s obviously yours; it’s really well written.” I tried my best to suppress my excitement, but I was overjoyed. I didn’t realize that I had developed zealotry—another attachment. Many practitioners asked me to write their stories, some even lining up for me to write for them. Of course, I accepted every request, and I was extremely busy for a month. However, few of my submissions were accepted. As a result, rather than contributing to Minghui.org, I caused more trouble for practitioners who worked for Minghui. I felt bad.
I examined myself to see what kind of attachment I had. My attachment to writing was driven by the desire for more articles to be published so I could stand out among fellow practitioners—a serious desire for fame. Only after I went down this wrong path did I realize the profound meaning of what Master said:
“the appearance stems from the mind.” (“Fa Teaching Given at the Epoch Times Meeting,” Collected Teachings Given Around the World, Volume X).
Eliminating the Desire for Personal Gain and the Ambition to Claim Extra Credit
A year ago, I submitted my articles to several websites, including Minghui.org and other websites run by Falun Dafa practitioners. Some of them were published on both sites. Why did I do this? It was because I had a strong desire to get published, thinking if one website didn’t publish it, another might, my efforts wouldn’t be in vain, and I would achieve my desired goal. Ultimately, it was still rooted in selfishness.
Last year, Minghui.org published an article about the issue of “submitting the same article to multiple journals.” I was stunned and realized that what I did was wrong. From an everyday person’s perspective, “submitting the same article to multiple journals” is a matter of disrespecting other people’s copyrights. From a cultivation perspective, it is a desire that cultivators should not have, and it is also an attachment to fame.
For the past year, I have been strict about this. Whenever I complete a draft and that desire for praise arises, I immediately seize it and stop it. I am a Dafa practitioner, so I must respect the copyright of fellow practitioners on Dafa websites, and I must think of my fellow practitioners. I must cultivate away selfishness. As a cultivator, what we gain is life in the new universe, so we should know that selflessness is the standard of the new universe. Before I start writing, I first decide which website the article will go to and later submit it to just that one.
This year, I found another attachment. In over 20 years of using my writing to validate the Fa, I often felt that I was a great writer since I have written so many articles. Isn’t this obviously me taking extra credit when it is Master who has helped me so much? I loved literature before I began practicing. Wasn’t that arranged by Master long ago? Isn’t Master taking care of every Dafa practitioner throughout our many lifetimes? What was the reason for my submission to Minghui.org? It was because my main consciousness left my body and went to another dimension that year. I saw the magnificent scene of those beings eagerly looking forward to the return of their Lord. That’s when I started writing and submitting articles. It can be said that Master led me into Minghui.org.
As an everyday person in the past, I had to rack my brain and put in a lot of effort to write something worthy of publishing. After I started practicing Falun Dafa, I wrote more fluently every year. Once I had a draft in mind, the writing came naturally. Master clearly opened my wisdom and gave me a divine pen, enabling me to cultivate in this pure land of Dafa. What do I have to be proud of? Without Master, what could I do? Nothing. I would also like to express my sincere gratitude to the Minghui editors for their hard work on what I submitted.
Happy for People To Be Saved
Ever since I started clarifying the truth to people in person, I’ve always carried Dafa materials with me to distribute when I go out. I also tell the facts about the persecution to vendors who come to the village to sell their goods.
A smiling young man frequently drove to the village to sell grain and oil. Twenty years ago, he understood the truth about Dafa and withdrew from the Young Pioneers. For the past 20 years, he has always taken the truth-clarification materials I offered him and always thanks me with a smile. It’s clear he truly understands the goodness of Falun Dafa, and he and his family have been blessed.
Over the years, the young man sold his family’s small supermarket, bought a big house, and opened a large, well-organized supermarket, one of the best in town. His family not only sells grain and oil but also food and daily necessities, as well as poultry and livestock feed (delivering goods to farmers’ doors by truck). His sales volume is impressive. On market days, his supermarket is always busy, with a constant stream of shoppers. He and his wife are so busy that they hired four or five relatives to help sell their goods. Every New Year, he sells a wide variety of firecrackers. Their house is now too small, so they had to rent another place.
The owner of a butcher shop was hesitant to accept the materials I offered him the first time. After I explained the facts to him, he understood and then accepted whatever I gave him. I gave the owner’s wife several of Master’s lectures, such as “How Humankind Came To Be,” and she always kept them. The owner’s wife is a very kind person. She always treats me politely whenever I visit their shop, and has even given me gifts. She puts the Minghui truth-clarification calendars I give them every year on her desk in the shop so that more people can see them. This family has also been blessed, because they understand the truth and treat Dafa practitioners kindly. A few years ago, they could sell one pig a day. In recent years, I have often given them currency bills with Dafa messages printed on them, and their business has really prospered. Over the years, their meat has been the best-selling and most abundant in the town. These days, they can sell three or four pigs a day, and on holidays, five or six, and sometimes seven!
They understood that their good fortune comes from Falun Dafa. Last year, I went to deliver some paper currency to them with Dafa messages printed on the bills. Their shop was very crowded, so I had to wait outside. I saw people rushing to buy meat, the owner chopping the meat, and the owner’s wife collecting payment. They were using my bills to give change to their customers, and two stacks of bills quickly disappeared. When things finally calmed down, the owner’s wife pointed to all the bills in the drawer and said me, “This money is all because of you.”
When I went to their shop to buy meat, the owner always gave me a discount, the owner’s wife would give me something extra, and sometimes they would sell me ribs at a low price. I felt really bad about this, so I gave them some peanuts, a local specialty from my hometown, and we became good friends.
Thirty years ago, I suffered terribly from ailments. Thirty years later, I am happily bathed in the blessings of Falun Dafa. Master has given me so much, yet I have done so little. In this very limited time as the Fa-rectification enters its final stage, I must strive to catch up with my fellow practitioners.
(Selected submission for the 23rd China Fa Conference on Minghui.org)
Copyright © 1999-2026 Minghui.org. All rights reserved.
