My Experiences Moving from China to England

I grew up in a place called Dehui in northeast China, near Changchun. Now I have lived in the UK for twenty years and moved several times, but in my dreams I always go back to my home town. Perhaps out of nostalgia for the homeland, I very much like to go to London Chinatown.

In 2006 I met in Chinatown a petite lady in her fifties who urged me to quit the CCP. She was a bit dark and thin. I impatiently turned her down. But her courage of calmly facing biting cynicism left me a long-lasting impression. Around the summer of that same year, I saw three youngsters wearing yellow Dafa T-shirts walking towards Chinatown. They seemed so different in the noisy sea of people rushing by. As I passed them, I could feel their peacefulness. Watching them disappear from the back, I could not imagine what was on their minds. I started reading the Epoch Times newspaper, and visiting the Epoch Times website became an almost indispensable part of my life. Online I read their stories: one after another Dafa disciple was displaced, one vivid life after another was lost. It all seemed to be posing me the question: being so tragically persecuted, why do they still persist? What exactly was it that they believed in?

Time went by like that. Soon it was the autumn of 2007. I made an appointment to meet my friends in Cambridge. In front of King's College, another petite, dark and thin lady came up to me. I suddenly felt a huge sense of injustice for her. Under her gaze I burst into tears. I quickly hid on the other side of King's College, but could not help but look back. The petite lady in the autumn wind was still looking at me from far away. Her gaze touched my heart. I could not hold back my tears, though not knowing why I was so emotional. At that same night, as if waiting for me a Dafa disciple gave me a booklet "The truth of Self-immolation" beside Cambridge train station. Even though I long thought the self-immolation was a bit fake, I was stunned by the truth.

I still didn’t have the courage to get into contact with Falun Gong practitioners, but tribulations in life arrived as arranged. In 2008 something went wrong with my daughter’s health. No doctor could diagnose exactly what disease she was suffering from. Educational and medical professionals classified all those symptoms as learning difficulties syndrome. My daughter could not receive formal education in mainstream schools. I searched far and wide for treatments, and even begged Gods to help to no avail. For the first time in my life, I encountered a problem that could not be resolved with effort and struggle. During the past three years, every hopeful attempt of mine ended up in excruciating pain. In the despair, I only had the strength to think of how my daughter and I would die without attracting too much attention, too much gossip, or hurting the loved ones too much. Through the ups and downs in the darkness of despair, there seemed to be a ray of hope that was Falun Gong. It grew stronger and stronger, more and more powerful. I believed that Falun Gong was the only hope for my daughter’s salvation.

For my daughter's health, on the 29th of May 2011 I took her to the practice site at Regent's Park in London. At 6:30 pm on the 20th of June 2011 for the first time I followed the practice music to do the exercises at home. Under the guidance of a predestined person, I took part in the 2011 European Falun Dafa Experience Sharing Conference. Through my brief contact with Dafa disciples at the Fa Conference, I felt that they were completely immersed in the Fa. From what the Dafa disciples said to me, I could sense Master’s hints. Finally, I obtained the treasured book Zhuan Falun. When I read Master’s lectures, I realized that it was the Dafa disciples’ persistent sending forth righteous thoughts that cleared the evil in the world, which enabled me to hear the Fa. I learned that those standing in the street to clarify the truth were Dafa disciples assisting Master to save sentient beings. I began Dafa cultivation, eager to become a Dafa disciple during the Fa-rectification period. I embarked on the journey to clarify the truth.

Standing in the street, facing those indifferent people, I seemed to see the old me. I felt deeply sorry for their misunderstanding. When sentient beings coldly refused me from the corners of their eyes, I felt for those Dafa disciples who saved me. Their hearts were filled with compassion. Watching those beings walking away, I believed that at the moment of our encounter, Dafa must have knocked on their hearts. Seeing those who missed the opportunity to obtain Dafa, I came to realize how precious Dafa is, and how hard it was for me to obtain the Fa.

Once, several arrogant people waved me away, as if to get rid of a beggar bothering them. Seeing the expressions of spite and repulsion on their faces, I was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of tremendous hurt in my pride. Aggrieved, I withdrew behind the information stand, tears in my eyes. I said to a fellow practitioner, "Look at them pretending to be cool. I really don’t want to give them the information." That Dafa disciple answered lightly with one sentence: "Master said, if you become selective, you are not really compassionate." At that moment, I felt all the hurt was swept away. My heart was filled with the power Dafa bestowed upon me. I saw my human notions, and also the gap between me and them. I was an ordinary person doing Dafa things, whereas they were Dafa disciples saving beings. Things like this happened very often whenever I clarified the truth alongside fellow Dafa disciples. Each time I could feel the principles of Dafa cleansing my soul. In fact, I have done only a few things. While I was clarifying the truth together with Dafa disciples, it was me who genuinely gained improvements.

As I was about to finish writing my experience sharing article, I got some news: my mum was critically ill with lung cancer. The only thing we could do was to wait for further tests to determine whether there was any possibility or value of surgery.

Hearing the news, I could not move any part of my body. Slowly, a strong energy field surrounded me. The energy field separated the news from me so that it could not come near me. I had never felt such a strong energy field. I knew clearly that Master was right there by my side to protect me, reinforcing my righteous thoughts. Master's words in Fa-Lecture During the 2003 Lantern Festival at the U.S. West Fa Conference came into my mind: “You should always remember this: I don't acknowledge any of the interference that's occurring among Dafa disciples today; all of the things that shouldn't happen are the old forces' arrangements…. Negate them, and face all of it with the right thoughts!”

I could tell from the Fa that it was the old forces’ interference, stopping me from coming out to clarify the truth. I said to everyone in abnormal calmness: “I do not accept that mum is sick. I do not accept the persecution of mum. Old forces don’t even think about stopping me. I will continue to clarify the truth.” These words shook me to the core.

I never spoke with mum about Dafa cultivation because I was afraid. Now her life was hanging by a thread. If I dared not even save my own mum, what truth clarification could I talk about. Wasn’t it self-deceit? So, I told her over the phone: "Mum, you must say sincerely ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is good’. This single thought has the power to split mountains. It will turn your misfortune around.” Mum said, “I will.” I heard this quiet old woman choked with sobs.

The five days that followed were spent in torturous waiting. I kept emailing and calling mum. I became more and more nervous, busy sending her excerpts of Master’s lectures and healing stories from Minghui websites. I ran around in circles. On the last day, after my emails were bounced back, I lost all of my righteous thoughts. In a panic I called fellow practitioners for help with their righteous support.

Gradually, I calmed down and saw how I did in these few days: I forgot all about studying the Fa, doing the exercises, or sending forth righteous thoughts. I had only been thinking about how to use Dafa to turn my mum’s luck around. Dafa is not for healing ordinary people’s illnesses. This is the greatest disrespect to Dafa. I did not even measure up to an ordinary person, pushing mum into danger. I saw what a dangerous path I was going down. Increasingly, I sensed Master was hinting at me, guiding me when I was about to go astray, bringing me back to Dafa cultivation. Bit by bit Master’s Fa re-appeared in my mind. In Teaching and Explaining the Fa at the Metropolitan New York Fa Conference Master said: “I'm going to tell you that no matter what kind of conflicts arise, or what kind of situations emerge, it's bound to be that we have gaps in ourselves. That's for sure. If there weren't a gap nobody could exploit it.”

Looking back, even though I didn’t talk about cultivation with mum, in fact her disease had always been on my mind. I wanted to do the three things well, because doing the three things meant I could be a Dafa disciple during the Fa-rectification period, who would definitely reach consummation after the Fa rectifies the human world. If I reached consummation, my mum would be saved. Many times while going through tribulations, I did not think of Dafa or of cultivation, but rather tolerated for healing and fitness of my mum and daughter. I didn’t know how many times I had said that I had let go. Taking a look at myself, did I let go? I didn’t know many times had I said that I believed in Master, believed in Dafa, but did I believe? If I was firm in my belief, I would not behave like a cat on hot bricks. Revisiting Lecture at the First Conference in North America, Master said: “If you, as a cultivator, only part with things superficially while deep down inside you still stick to something or cling to your own vital interests that you don’t allow to be undermined, I’d say to you that your cultivation is fake!” My loophole was so huge, if it hadn’t been for Master’s tender care, I would have dropped through this hole long ago.

That was all I thought of, all I enlightened to. On the eve the mystery was revealed, I painfully let go of the attachment to sentimentality. At that moment I was so relieved. At that moment, the answer was no longer a mystery. At that moment the night turned into dawn.

On the fifth day, mum told me that the two experts who diagnosed her were confused. There was nothing in that slice. They said it was impossible. They could not understand how that thing vanished. But mum said she that she knew. I felt a little bit of comfort, a little bit of happiness, and also a little bit of heartache. I was pleased that mum had heard Dafa. I was happy that I witnessed a miracle.

Revisiting Master’s articles, Master has said on numerous occasions, and again in: Fa Teaching Given at the 2010 New York Fa Conference, “While many things may have seemed to have no rhyme or reason, all, in fact, had an order about them ....”

Looking back at my life, despite twists and turns, forward or backward, as it turned out, Master has constantly been correcting the path, a path towards Dafa. The tribulations that I ran into turned out to be Master’s tempering, taking advantage of the old forces’ persecution. I believe that even though I came late, I am a genuine disciple of Master.

That’s all for my cultivation experience. Please kindly point out anything not on the Fa.

Thanks you Master.

Thank you fellow practitioners.