China Fahui | Master Resolved My Karmic Debts

(Minghui.org) The deputy head guard said she could find plenty of ways to explain if someone died. Then she looked at me and said, “I was just wondering who to choose. I think you’re perfect.”

I didn’t understand what she meant … Much later, I realized that they planned to use my body for drug experiments.

It seemed they were testing the effects of some kind of experimental drug. After undergoing multiple drug trials, I developed peripheral neuropathy, and my organs and muscles atrophied.

When I was released from the labor camp, the guards were certain I would die before I got home. But to their surprise, I survived.

I firmly believe in Dafa, and after I returned home, I listened to Master’s lectures and did the exercises. Without seeking any medical treatment, I soon recovered. It was a medical miracle that a person whose organs had atrophied and who was on the verge of death became healthy. Dafa’s miracles and extraordinary abilities manifested themselves in me once again!

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I’m a 62-year-old female Falun Dafa practitioner from a rural area. In June 1997, I was lucky to find Falun Dafa. I was so excited. I knew Dafa would guide me to achieve the Righteous Fruition in cultivation and return to my original, true self. From the bottom of my heart, I thought, “I will cultivate well. I’ll leave the three realms and never reincarnate again.

I couldn’t get enough of reading the Dafa books. I devoured everything—it was like I was starving—I was unwilling to put the books down, and I read one after another.

The first Dafa book I read was Falun Gong. I remember very well that I got the book in the morning, and I learned exercises one to four from the diagrams in the book. That evening, I went to the Fa study group in my village and learned the 5th exercise. I bought the videotapes of Master’s lectures and exercise teaching, as well as audio tapes of Master’s lectures and exercise music. From then on, I went to the group exercises every morning and Fa study every evening, rain or shine.

After I started practicing Falun Dafa, my body changed dramatically. My cervical spondylosis (second and third cervical vertebrae), frozen shoulder, low blood pressure, heart disease, and gastrointestinal problems all disappeared. I felt healthy and light, my skin became smooth and rosy, and I walked with a spring in my step. A sense of happiness, joy, comfort, and security filled my heart.

I Mistakenly Washed My Hands With Hydrochloric Acid, But Was Not Harmed

One day in 1998, several practitioners and I went to a Fa study and experience sharing at a practitioner’s home. The male host operated several lathes and made mold-related products. He needed a hydrochloric acid solution to remove rust, and he kept a half-basin of hydrochloric acid in the yard.

I stepped out of the house, looking for water to wash my hands. I saw a basin of what I thought was water among the clutter by the wall. Although there was sediment at the bottom, the surface looked relatively clean. So I squatted down and washed my hands in the basin.

I stood up to find a towel. Strangely, the moment my hands touched it, it turned to dust. I was puzzled and thought, “The towel looked good, how could this happen?” My hands were covered in towel fibers, and I was trying to wipe one hand clean with the other hand when the female host rushed to me.

I apologized, “I’m so sorry that I ruined the towel.”

“Quick! Come wash your hands under the water pipe!” she said nervously.

I showed my clean hands to her. “Look, I already washed them.”

She pulled my arms and made me wash my hands again under the tap. But my hands already looked like they had been washed with clean water.

Master said,

“... good or bad comes from a person’s initial thought, and the thought at that moment can bring about different consequences.” (Lecture Four, Zhuan Falun)

I believed it was a basin of water, so merciful Master transformed the hydrochloric acid into water and saved me from the disaster! I am so grateful for Master’s protection!

Surviving a Traffic Accident

I was riding my electric scooter home after group Fa study around 10 p.m. in December 2021. When I reached an intersection, I heard what sounded like a car behind me. I looked back but didn’t see anything, so I didn’t slow down. When I turned back again, I suddenly saw a car stopped in front of me. At that point, I couldn’t avoid a collision. I quickly moved the handlebars sharply to the left, but my right leg hit the car. The pain was excruciating, and my heart was pounding. I lay on the scooter, unable to move.

The driver got out of the car and asked if I was okay. “I’m fine,” I replied. “Please check your car and tell me how much it would cost to repair the damage.”

“It’s good that you’re alright,” the man said. “I can fix the car, so don’t worry about it.”

I responded, “I’m a Falun Dafa practitioner. My Master taught us to be good and always consider others first. It was me who hit your car. You did not hit me.” I did not blame him that he stopped his car in the middle of the road. I tried to give him some money to help with the repairs, but he did not want it. I forced 100 yuan into his pocket.

He helped me straighten the handlebars of my electric scooter. Then I continued on the way home and kept sending righteous thoughts. At the elevator door, I leaned my scooter against the wall. My right leg felt like an ice-cold stick, completely unresponsive and painfully stiff. My heart was pounding, and I felt like I was about to collapse. I gripped the wall with both hands and slowly moved into the elevator. I sent righteous thoughts and hoped my children wouldn’t notice my injuries.

I opened the door, but I couldn’t get over the two-inch-high door stop. Just then, my son came out of his bedroom and saw me. “Mom, what happened?” he asked.

“Nothing, I just bumped my right leg. Don’t worry, it’s okay.” I tried to sound as though it was nothing, as my son struggled to get me into the bedroom.

My mother, son, and daughter-in-law surrounded me with concern, as they thought the injury might be serious. My 10-year-old granddaughter said, “Grandma, do you know? It was Master’s law bodies that blocked the disaster.”

My son insisted on taking me to the hospital. My daughter-in-law said, “Don’t worry, we’ll just go to the hospital for an X-ray to see if the bone is broken. There’s not much flesh on the front of your lower leg; it can’t withstand such a big impact. If it’s fractured and doesn’t heal properly, it might become misaligned, and it could even lead to lifelong disability. At most, the doctor will just reposition it and put on a cast; there will be no injection or medication.”

“I’ll be fine,” I assured them. “I’ve practiced Dafa for many years, and my body is full of high-energy matter, which has intelligence. Even if the bones are broken, they will go back in place.”

As I spoke, I took off my coat, and my daughter-in-law took off my shoes and socks. “Your feet are freezing cold!” she exclaimed as she put her hands on my right foot.

I was sitting on the bed, and my daughter-in-law was squatting on the floor, holding my right foot with both hands. My lower leg was in a straight position. Somehow, I held the middle of my thigh and lifted it upwards. We heard a “crack” from my shinbone, which startled my daughter-in-law, who cried out. Just like this, my bone was set back in place.

Because I had righteous thoughts and made the right choice, Master helped me. With the unusual and unintentional “teamwork” of my daughter-in-law and I, we managed to set my bones back in place. “Please bring me the music player. I’ll do the exercises now,” I said.

My daughter-in-law advised me to rest, but my mother, who was not a practitioner, said, “Let her do the exercises, which will speed up the healing.”

I sat in a single-leg lotus position and started to do the 5th exercise. After 10 minutes, just as I changed my hand position for Reinforcing Supernatural Powers, a warm current flowed from my right knee to my toes, instantly normalizing the temperature of my icy calf. Then, a second and third warm current flowed from my knee to my toes. With Master’s strengthening, I finished the one-hour sitting meditation.

The pain kept me awake all night. I sent righteous thoughts, recited the Fa, and looked inward. I found a lot of my attachments. Some of my main problems were that I did not study the Fa with my heart, but treated it as a mere formality. I wished Fa-rectification would end soon, as I was unwilling to stay in the human world much longer. I was also afraid of hardship. Looking further within, I found that I put the completion of my cultivation as the top priority, and placed saving people as a lower priority.

That night, whenever I found an attachment, I sent righteous thoughts to eliminate it.

I drifted off to sleep when my right leg suddenly trembled violently, accompanied by intense pain. This happened almost every time I fell asleep, and each tremor felt like a pain that pierced my heart. My mind seemed to be filled with the word “pain.”

Two days later, I realized I must not accept the pain. Pain is part of the Three Realms. As a Dafa practitioner, the Three Realms do not control me. Therefore, I sent righteous thoughts to eliminate this “pain.”

I repeatedly recited Master’s Fa,

“Currently, whether it is karma elimination or interference from evil factors, that is all the work of the old forces. It’s all the same—they are just called different names. I am against all that the old forces do. I don’t accept any of it. And even less so should Dafa disciples be made to endure such suffering.” (“Fa Teaching at the 2013 Greater New York Fa Conference”)

Going to the bathroom was a real challenge. I couldn’t stand, I couldn’t bend my leg, and even trying to sit or crawl on the floor was difficult. I tried several times, gritting my teeth and enduring the pain, and I finally managed to sit down on the floor. Then I used my hands to support myself and started to move backward. I thought, “I can’t let my family see me like this. I have many attachments, and I will correct myself under the guidance of the Fa. Only Master controls me, and I will follow the path Master arranged for me. No one can persecute me.”

Next time, I held onto a stool to go to the bathroom. That night, I was in so much pain that by the morning, I felt completely exhausted, and I was too weak to speak. I then intensified sending righteous thoughts, studying the Fa, and doing the exercises.

I was determined to complete all five sets of exercises every day, no matter how painful it was. For some of the standing exercises, I leaned against the wall. Every stretch caused excruciating pain in my leg. I did the second exercise, the Falun Standing Stance, sitting down.

I would not surrender to these non-righteous things. Unable to walk, I held onto a plastic stool. Since my right leg couldn’t support me, I hopped around on one leg. Gradually, I tried to put some weight on my right foot. First, I walked on my toes, then I tried to put my heel on the ground. But no matter how hard I tried, it felt like the tendon in my right leg was shortened by more than an inch, and my heel couldn’t touch the ground. It hurt terribly. I would not accept this state. I kept sending righteous thoughts to correct all that was not righteous. It was a battle between good and evil.

After 26 days, I walked to the group Fa study. There were more than 20 stairs at the practitioner’s home, and I walked up while holding onto the railing.

That year, my mother-in-law spent Chinese New Year at my younger brother-in-law’s house. On New Year’s Day, my son, daughter-in-law, and I went to wish her a happy New Year. My brother-in-law’s family lived on the third floor, which was only accessible by stairs. I climbed up step by step, pausing briefly in between. When my brother-in-law came back from outside and saw my son and daughter-in-law, and heard I was there, he said there was no way I would be able to come. When he saw me, he was really surprised and asked how I came upstairs. I told him I walked by myself. He couldn’t believe I was able to walk and asked me to walk around to show him. So I stood up and walked a few steps. He laughed and cheered, saying, “Now I’m convinced! I’m truly convinced!”

They knew I refused to see a doctor after the leg injury. I told them I’d surprise them, but they didn’t believe me. They even took photos of my injured leg with their phones and showed them to an orthopedic doctor. The doctor said that it was probably a bone fracture, or at least a crack.

Stop the Persecution With Righteous Thoughts

In 1999, the Chinese Communist Party, led by Jiang Zemin, launched the persecution of Falun Dafa. I went to Beijing several times to exercise my legal rights as a citizen. At the Petition Office, I filled out a form and wrote my requests: 1. Withdraw the arrest warrant for Dafa’s creator; 2. Release all detained Falun Dafa practitioners; and 3. Give me a legal environment to practice Falun Dafa.

Personnel from the Petition Office colluded with staff from my local liaison office in Beijing. I was detained and brought back. Then I was sent to a forced labor camp for three years.

Having endured various forms of torture and forced drug abuse in the labor camp, I did not give up practicing Dafa. Every day I recited the Fa and tried to do the exercises. Under the guards’ instructions, some inmates repeatedly tortured practitioners who refused to give up their beliefs. We were force-fed chili powder, which burned our throats, causing us to writhe on the ground in pain. Inmates also strangled us and gagged us with towels and beat us repeatedly.

I warned the deputy head guard who was conducting the beatings, “If this continues, one of us will die. How will you explain it?”

The deputy head guard said she could find plenty of ways to explain if one of us died. Then she looked at me and said, “I was just wondering who to choose. I think you’re perfect.”

I didn’t understand what she meant. The section chief made a gesture as if giving me a shot, saying, “You’re being disobedient, aren’t you? Just wait two days, and you will get ’hssst’ ’hssst’ ’hssst’.” Only much later did I realize that they were going to use my body for drug experiments.

From that day on, two designated drug addicts were responsible for providing me my meals and drinks, and my urine was stored separately. I was taken to a hospital and injected with unknown drugs. A few days later, I was taken into a newly built but unused building within the hospital. Two people dressed in white coats, white hats, and large masks reached out from the window and drew my blood. A few days later, at the hospital, they tested my reaction time. They made me sit in front of what looked like an arcade game machine, showing me a ball of light and instructing me to press a button whenever I saw a light ball.

Another time, also at this hospital, they attached a clip, which was connected to a computer, to an acupuncture point on my hand. I immediately felt a powerful electric current strike my brain, like an electric hammer—each strike stronger than the last. The shock was indescribable. Looks like they were testing the effects of some kind of experimental drug. After undergoing multiple drug trials, I developed peripheral neuropathy, and my organs and muscles atrophied.

A guard in the labor camp spoke to me when no one else was around. They said, “Didn’t you find it strange? You are the second person in the world to have this disease. After the first case of this incurable disease appeared, you are the second in the world! You didn’t have it before!”

I was slow to respond, my facial features were twisted, my limbs deformed, and I almost became blind. I also lost my memory. My heartbeat was rapid, I had difficulty breathing, and my entire body was cold. I was unable to move, barely hanging on with one last breath. My body was in excruciating pain, as if my bones were being scraped and my tendons being pulled out. It felt like sulfuric acid was passing through my body from time to time, or like electric currents were passing through my body. My entire body convulsed, and my head was in excruciating pain, as if it were being chiseled. With each wave of pain, my facial muscles, eyes, and mouth twitched.

The inhuman torture caused me unbearable pain every minute, but I had one firm thought: “I will not die.” When I was in extreme physical and mental pain, with my organs and muscles atrophying, and I was on the verge of death, I never thought about whether it was an illness, whether I should seek medical treatment, or whether I would die.

When I was released from the labor camp, the guards were certain I would die before I got home. But to their surprise, I survived.

Upon returning home, with my firm belief in Dafa, I listened to Master’s lectures and did the exercises. Without seeking any medical treatment, I soon recovered. It was a medical miracle that a person whose organs atrophied and who was on the verge of death returned to a healthy state. Dafa’s miracles and extraordinary abilities manifested themselves in me once again!

Multiple times, something came to take my life. For instance, I suddenly felt everything start spinning. I immediately said, “I will not allow the old forces to disturb me!” Then I started to recite the words for sending forth righteous thoughts. Before I finished, everything was back to normal.

Another time, I was sleeping when I saw a man standing beside my bed saying, “You must die.” At the moment, my head started to feel numb.

“No, I won’t die!” I shouted. I suddenly sat up in bed. I held my right hand to my chest and started to say the words for sending righteous thoughts. Before I finished, the man disappeared. My head felt normal. I lay down and fell asleep again.

The ordeals passed like a gust of wind, and I was fine.

I’m not showing off. It was Master who dissolved these tribulations for me. If Master did not bear my karma, which was as heavy as mountains and as high as the sky, how could I possibly still be alive?! I wanted to share my experience to tell the world: “Master is great! The Fa is great!” I can only repay Master by doing the three things well!

Master Resolved My Karmic Debts

After my traffic accident in 2021, I had a dream. In the dream, I was sitting in a dug-out pit, exactly like the ones dug for burials in the countryside. I looked up and saw mounds of earth surrounding the pit. A man in his 50s sat opposite me, holding in each hand two packets of small, round balls, smaller than ping-pong balls, that were wrapped in a net. One packet was pink, and the other was light blue. His thoughts told me that these were enough to get me killed. I felt no resentment nor grievance. I just thought that once they buried me, I would die. Then I heard a man’s voice above me call, “Come up!” Without feeling myself climbing, I rose from the pit to the top of the mound. The man said, “Buy something for them.” Strangely, I suddenly had many candles in my pocket, so I took out the light red candles and gave two candles each to the five or six people who were going to bury me alive.

Candles symbolize light. I came to understand that it was Master, with his great compassion, who saved me and resolved my karmic debts. Master balanced out the resentment for those lives I harmed, so they agreed to forgive me. Dafa gave light to them, as well as to me. I will always remember this—treasure others, which is also to treasure myself.

I bow in gratitude for Master’s infinite and benevolent grace.

(Selected submission for the 22nd China Fa Conference on Minghui.org)