A Reminder to Fellow Practitioners Who Are Still Attached to Their Phones

(Minghui.org) When it comes to the topic of being overly attached to our phones, some fellow practitioners may feel tired of hearing about it, as it's a topic that has been discussed countless times. I know that many practitioners have stumbled badly over this issue, and some are still struggling with it.

Not long ago, a fellow practitioner named Yun almost lost her life due to her obsession with her phone. She wishes to share her experience to remind fellow practitioners who are still struggling with phone addiction that cultivation is no joke—this device can truly be deadly!

Yun became a Dafa disciple before the persecution begun. Prior to cultivating in Dafa, she endured an unhappy marriage: her in-laws would beat her without any justification. Her husband almost beat her to death with an iron rod, and her father-in-law would even beat her in the street. Whenever Yun failed to return to her parents’ home for a few days, her father would worry, asking, “Have they broken her legs so she can’t come back?”

Yun began practicing Dafa in 1998. Upon first obtaining the Fa, she was overcome with emotion; she felt at that moment that the beatings she had endured over the years had not been in vain, she had finally found a place where true justice prevailed.

When her husband tried again to beat her with an iron rod, she refused to run away. However, her neighbors, fearing he might kill her, grabbed her and dragged her away. She thought to herself, “I won’t run anymore. I will receive whatever portion of the Fa is meant for me, and if I’m beaten to death, so be it!”

The moment that thought crossed her mind, her husband suddenly knelt before her. She knew that Master was protecting her. After obtaining the Fa, all the physical pain and injuries left by the beatings were completely healed.

After the persecution began on July 20, 1999, she rode her bicycle to Beijing to appeal for Dafa. The journey was so long and arduous, that the front wheel of her bicycle came off while she was only halfway there. Undeterred, fellow practitioners took turns carrying her on their bikes.

Upon arriving in Beijing, she was detained at the Qianmen Police Station, only to be subsequently retrieved by her local government’s liaison office stationed in the capital. Amid the most frenzied persecution by the evil forces, she endured all sorts of torture and narrowly escaped death.

To say she “narrowly escaped death” is no exaggeration; had she not been willing to risk everything, she simply would not have made it. And yet, this steadfast Dafa disciple—who had obtained the Fa before July 20—stumbled into a filthy ditch and nearly lost her life.

In recent years, as circumstances have become a bit more relaxed and her family has come to support her cultivation, she has instead become attached to her phone. Since she runs her own small business and needs WeChat for work, she hasn’t uninstalled it all these years.

At first, she would shop online, buying things endlessly; three or four hours would fly by. She felt regret at first, but simply couldn’t control herself. Reading the Fa books made her drowsy, she did not realize at the time that it was demonic interference at work.

In her own words: she became addicted to everything she did—even work. She wouldn’t go to sleep until the job was finished. The short videos on WeChat, whatever content she showed an interest in—the app would relentlessly push more of it to her feed, eventually even stirring up lustful desires within her.

She stopped studying the Fa and stopped doing the exercises. She admitted that she couldn’t manage to read Zhuan Falun even twice in an entire year; her attachment with the phone had grown so intense that she could no longer even bring herself to pick up a Dafa book. She became consumed by her phone, eventually reaching a frenzied state where she would play video games around the clock, day and night, thinking of nothing but how to win at the next level.

During this period, her son would scold her, asking, “Why aren’t you reading your books? Why are you constantly staring at your phone?” Her husband, too, would tell her, “Stop playing around and go to sleep.” By this time, however, she had fallen almost completely under the control of demonic forces—she could no longer take heed of any well-meaning advice.

Master had given her many hints; she often experienced disturbing dreams, and she understood that these were messages from Master guiding her. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to put down her phone.

This continued until one day, after playing video games for roughly three days and two nights, her eyes became so swollen and strained that she saw double whenever she looked at anything; she even had to use her hands to steady herself when walking down the stairs. Only then did she finally stop looking at the screen. Subsequently, she entered a severe state of “sickness karma.”

Early one morning, she got up to go to the restroom; however, the moment she stood up, the room began to spin violently around her. Carefully steadying herself against the wall, she managed to make her way to the restroom. Upon returning, she began to vomit incessantly, retching from midnight until 6 am, until she felt as though she were on the verge of bringing up bile.

Amidst this excruciating agony, a thought crossed her mind: “My husband is an ordinary person; if I were actually taken to the hospital, it would cast a negative light on Dafa. I cannot bring disgrace upon Dafa. I must ensure that people understand this condition of mine is a consequence of addiction to my cell phone.”

With this thought, she silently asked Master: “Please save me! Please help me!” The instant this thought emerged, she felt a sudden, explosive bang in her back. Her Main Spirit detached from her body, and she saw her physical body lying prone on the bed.

From the fissure that had burst open in her back, thick, ink-like foam oozed forth; her body appeared almost entirely consumed by this black, inky substance, save for a tiny speck of flesh-like redness remaining at its very core, a speck that surely represented her steadfast heart toward Dafa!

Later, she was rushed to the hospital, where tests confirmed she had suffered a stroke. Yun maintained a strong righteous thought; instead of viewing it as an illness she recognized it was caused by her own attachment to her phone. Remarkably, she recovered quickly. Her daughter-in-law remarked, “If this had happened to an ordinary person with blood pressure over 200, and vomiting so violently and for so long—they wouldn’t have made it this far, they’d be long gone!”

After hearing Yun describe her experience, I was quite curious: how could someone in their 60s be so obsessed with their phone? Even an ordinary person knows to take care of their health, don’t they?

An attachment to fame kept her endlessly playing through levels on her phone, levels that were never-ending. Something that made her feel special. An attachment to gardening led to endless push notifications on her phone about how to grow vegetables.

In short, whatever one is attached to, the phone provides it all. It amplifies one’s attachment endlessly, until one is deeply ensnared and unable to break free—controlled by the demon, pulled away from cultivation, and possibly even risking one’s life and eternal future!

Master has spoken very seriously about this matter, yet how many fellow practitioners are still attached to their phones, unwilling to put them down, and wasting the time for Fa-rectification cultivation that Master has extended through immense suffering?

This time will not continue indefinitely. If, on the day it ends, you are still immersed in your phone and unable to break free, where will Master place you? Isn’t this a question worth deep reflection? It is very likely that you will be eliminated by the old forces before the day the Fa rectifies the human world even arrives!

Wouldn’t that be a great injustice? Who could you blame? Isn’t it ultimately your own fault? Yun’s severe fall over the use of her cell phone should serve as a wake-up call for those who remain obsessed with them. Yun stated: “You really must stop being addicted to your phone. It’s terrifying—it can truly be deadly.”

Yun has now made rapid progress through studying the Fa, doing the exercises, and sending forth righteous thoughts together with fellow practitioners. She is now able to take care of herself and no longer attached to her phone, but she did, after all, take a hard fall.

I am writing this at the request of Yun to remind those who are still obsessed with their cell phones: Cultivation is a very serious matter—it is by no means a joke. Put down your phones and do not repeat my mistakes!