(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa when I was in college in 1996, and I have personally experienced the extraordinary nature of Dafa.
My parents were not in good health back then and my family was poor. I had myocarditis, so I had learned and practiced various qigong, but all in vain.
I saw a book at a bookstall with a beautiful Falun graphic on the cover that caught my attention. A friend had told me that he was able to speak some strange words that he couldn’t understand, so he asked me to inquire about what was going on. I was directed to the section “The Cosmic Language” in Zhuan Falun which explained that speaking an unknown language like this invites low-level spirits and should be avoided. I told my friend what I had learned from this book, and he later started to practice Dafa. But I didn’t buy the book at that time, because I didn’t have enough money. I regretted this.
Shortly afterward, I had a strange dream: I was in ancient clothes and I met a monk. I realized that this was Master. He shook my hand. When I woke up, I was very curious about what this dream meant. I wanted to go to a temple to ask for advice.
By chance, I later watched the video of Master’s lecture in its entirety, and I was very excited. After watching the lecture, I got a copy of Zhuan Falun, which answered all my questions in life, and I knew that Master was teaching the Fa. I also understood the dream I had before. It was Master who had been watching over me for a long time, giving me hints, and arranging for me to cultivate in Dafa!
The heart disease that had plagued me for many years was cured after I started to practice, and I was full of energy. I required myself to act according to the standards of a practitioner, and I did all the work that others didn’t like to do in our dormitory. My classmates said that I was like a big brother.
In 1999, Jiang Zemin, former head of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP), launched the persecution. I went to Tiananmen Square to clarify the truth. I was persecuted, lost my job, and was illegally jailed in a labor camp. But these things could not shake my faith, nor could they stop me from clarifying the truth.
I was on a train with another practitioner and was chatting with other passengers on the way, but the practitioner and I did not forget to clarify the truth. The people around us listened quietly, and from time to time someone asked us about the CCP-staged Tiananmen self-immolation incident or the April 25 appeal. I explained these things to them one at a time.
Another time in a village, I talked to an older gentleman for a long time. He suddenly asked me, “Which school did you graduate from?” When I answered, he said he had been the principal of the school at that time. He said: “I know who you are, and today I’ve finally seen you in person. I admire you for your courage to clarify the truth. I understand what you say; the Communist Party is really so bad.” I helped him quit the CCP, and he was very happy. Every time we ran into each other after this, he greeted me warmly.
I was selling goods at a market in the winter of 2008. A runaway forklift careened toward me from a steep slope. At the critical moment, I was dazedly flung away by some external force. I stood there in a stunned and bewildered state as the forklift rushed down the slope behind me, crossed the road, and only came to a stop after crashing headfirst into the wall of the building across the street. Aside from slight pain in my lower right leg, I wasn’t injured at all.
The driver asked me how much money I wanted and if I wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up. I said, “I am a Falun Gong practitioner. I don’t need money or go to the hospital. I am fine.” An onlooker said, “You’re so lucky. We saw the forklift rushing down toward your head.” I stood there and noted that my cart had been crushed and deformed. Since then, people have called me “Little Falun.”
The third day after this incident, I was sending forth righteous thoughts at six o’clock in the evening when I suddenly felt weak and unable to sit still or hold up my hands. I felt like sitting on a small lonely piece of land, surrounded by endless sea, and that I would be washed away by the waves soon, being in a state near death. I woke up and asked my mother to join me in sincerely reciting “Falun Dafa is good!” We kept asking for Master’s blessings. I reminded myself that I couldn’t lie down or die, because I had to help Master in the Fa-rectification to save people. At that time, I didn’t have the strength, but I didn’t dare to put my hand down, for fear that if I let go, I would be dragged away by the old forces. I didn’t recover until after 10 p.m.
In just a few days, I had experienced two life and death hurdles. Without Master’s protection and Dafa’s blessings, I really would have died. It was Master who saved me!
I drove a three-wheeled vehicle to pick up supplies at the end of 2023. I saw a car coming toward me at quite a speed. I thought it was still some distance away. I took a chance and cut in and turned left across the lane, thinking I could make it through. I didn’t expect that the other vehicle would move even faster and would become unable to stop in time. Just as I turned the front of my vehicle, the oncoming car crashed into me.
I was flung through the air and landed on the ground. My vehicle was knocked backward several meters, and my right arm hurt so badly I couldn’t move it. The other car’s bumper and front headlights were shattered, the hood was deformed and buckled upward, and the impact was extremely forceful. If I had been even a little slower, the front of the car would have slammed into my right hip bone. It was Master who once again saved me at the critical moment between life and death.
In fact, in my 29 years of cultivation, I have experienced a lot of magical and extraordinary things, and what I have written above is just a few of them. I will cultivate myself, do the three things well, and repay Master’s mighty grace!