Righteous Thoughts and Deeds Result in Miracles

(Minghi.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1998. In my 27 years of cultivation, I've experienced countless miraculous things, whether it was while validating the Fa}, {{clarifying the truth, or in my daily life. Every step I've taken forward has been under Master’s compassionate protection. Below are just a few of the miraculous things I've encountered in my cultivation.

“It’s Miraculous!”

I hadn’t walked far from home one morning when I saw my neighbor (a sanitation worker) struggling to walk. When I asked if she was going to work, she said, “I’m going to tell them that I can’t work for the next few days. Look, my legs are swollen.” She took off her mask and said, “And my face is swollen, too. I can’t go to work.” Then she remarked, “Look how well you are, so relaxed and beautiful.”

I took out a truth-clarification amulet and suggested that she sincerely recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” She took the amulet, looked at it, and asked, “How do I say that again?”

I said, “Just sincerely recite, ‘Falun Dafa is good.’”

As soon as I said that, she said, “It’s miraculous!” I agreed, but I didn’t realize what was going on. She repeated, “It’s miraculous! My legs feel so light! Like they’re floating!”

I said, “You’re truly destined to be with Dafa; you’re protected by Dafa.”

She quickly thanked me, but I said, “Don’t thank me, thank Dafa!”

She kept saying, “Thank you, Dafa! Thank you, Dafa!” Then I clarified the truth about Dafa, helped her quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations, and told her to ask her family members to also quit the CCP organizations they had joined. She said, “Okay! I’ll make sure they do it to ensure their safety.” She headed off to work smiling.

Two days later, she saw me from a distance and was so excited that she didn’t know what to say. I said, “Falun Dafa is good!” She replied, “Falun Dafa is good!” I asked her if she’d told her coworkers about Dafa and what happened to her. She said she did, but they don’t believe her. I said, “You did a good job. Whether they believe it or not is their business. You’re doing a good deed by telling them.”

“But my family all said that Dafa is miraculous and wonderful,” she said. “We’ve definitely quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations to ensure our safety.”

A Lost Bus Pass Reappears

Around 4 a.m. one morning, I realized that the next day was a holiday and that I should distribute truth-clarification materials so people could read them when they were home for the day. So I got up and went to the building across from where I live to distribute flyers. When I was almost finished, I checked my bag to see if I had any left, and it seemed like something fell out. There were no lights in the stairwell, so I could only see by the outside light. But I hadn’t dropped any flyers, so I left. When I got to my building, I checked my bag again and saw there were a few flyers left, so I distributed all of them in my building and went home.

I opened the door and saw that my husband was already awake and up. He asked, “What were you doing out so early (it wasn’t even 5 a.m.)?” I smiled and said, “Nothing much.” He said, “Go get some sleep.” So I did.

A little while later, I started tidying up, while my husband cooked breakfast. After we ate, my husband wanted to exchange the empty natural gas tank for a full one. I said, “I’ll do it, it’s not far.” As I pushed the cart out the door, he urged me to be careful. When I got to the tank exchange site, they told me the tanks hadn’t arrived yet and wouldn’t be in for two more hours, so I should go home and come back later.

When I got home and my husband asked where the new tank was, I said, “The tanks won’t be there for two more hours.” He didn’t say anything.

A little while later, my husband said, “It’s almost time to go, but the weather isn’t good. You should take a bus.” I got up and went to the TV cabinet to look for the monthly bus pass, but it wasn’t there. I looked everywhere, even in my pockets, but it wasn’t there, either. I then realized that was what I’d dropped in the stairwell earlier that day.

I thought, “If they see the bus pass, won’t they know I was the one who put out those materials?” Then I thought again, “It’s okay! They won’t see it.” My husband then asked if I’d lost it. I said, “No, it’s in my pocket.” Even though I knew it wasn’t there, I had to say it.

He said, “Let me see it.” I reached into my pocket, and to my astonishment, there it was, in my pocket! I was so excited, I thanked Master over and over!

The Cart Was Just a Hair from Breaking

With the bus pass in my pocket, I headed out again. I returned the empty tank, put the full tank on the cart, secured it, and hadn’t take but one or two steps when I heard a loud “crack” that startled me. I stopped and looked down. The crossbeam at the bottom of the cart was just about to break.

The full tank weighed over ten pounds. What should I do? Then I thought, “I am a Dafa practitioner, it’s all right.” I started reciting, “Dafa does not leave the body...” (“Mighty Virtue” in Hong Yin) Then I cleared away the evil in other dimensions, completely denying any evil interference. I said to the cart, “You are a particle in a Dafa practitioner’s dimensional field; you will make it home.” I walked, pulling the cart, stumbling and swaying, occasionally annoyed, but then I knew it would be all right, reciting the Fa as I walked, and I finally managed to get home.

After I got home, I said to my husband, “It’s good that I went today. If you had gone, it would have been a disaster. Look at this little cart.” He looked at the crossbeam and saw that, without exaggeration, it was holding together by a hair. He exclaimed in surprise, “Wow! How did you make it back?”

I said, “I just dragged it back like this. Isn’t it amazing?” He smiled. I said, “It’s because Master protected and helped me that I was able to return home safely.”

“Then you stay there; I’m leaving”

Another practitioner and I went out to distribute truth-clarification materials and put up posters. After we ran out of materials, we started putting up posters. We went into a residential building on a busy main road. I went in one entrance and put up a poster. As I was leaving, another woman was entering. She looked me up and down, but I ignored her and continued on my way.

I tried to move along quickly because the environment at that time was quite toxic, with residential committee members everywhere. As I was exiting the front entrance, I heard her say behind me, “Don’t leave. Take that Falun Gong poster down, or I’ll take you to the police station.”

I turned around and followed her, saying, “Falun Gong is good and reciting ‘Falun Dafa is good’ brings good health and peace. Don’t listen to those Party lies. Those lies were fabricated by Jiang Zemin to persecute Falun Gong. He is the one who is harming people. He wants people to commit crimes against Dafa. He wants to keep people from knowing the truth and wants to destroy them. He wants to control people and make them listen to him. He’s the worst.”

She said, “I don’t want to hear that. If you don’t take the poster down, I won’t let you go.”

I said, “Once I put it up, I won’t take it down. It’s there so that more people can know the truth and know that Falun Dafa is good.”

She stood by the curb, and whenever someone walked by, she spoke. I said, “Come here and say it.” She didn’t, so I said it again, “Come here and say it.” She still didn’t come, so I said, “Then you stay there; I’m leaving.” She stood there, frozen, saying, “Don’t leave, don’t leave.” I ignored her and left.

I then remembered the other practitioner. I looked back and saw her with that woman. I said to her, “Let’s go!” Under Master’s compassionate protection, the practitioner and I left there safely and put up posters elsewhere.

I have had many miraculous experiences like these. All of them came to pass under Master’s compassionate protection, without any danger, because Dafa practitioners need to do what we should do.