My name is Tanya. I am 54, and have cultivated for three years in Dafa.
When I was six years old, I was sitting on a hill near home, pondering about how it was going to be when I grew up. I closed my eyes and asked: “what will become of me when I am grown up?” I then saw a figure of a young Chinese and I was thinking: “Who is he? Why a Chinese?”
Only when I reached the age of 51 did I realise who he was. I was lying in bed in a hospital half dead. Several organs had been removed from my body, and I did not have much time left. I was in a state of realising that life had no sense and no explanation. Then the nurse handed me the book of Dafa “Zhuan Falun”. That moment can’t be described in words. It was the manifestation of the compassion of the universe to offer me the way to salvation. I was immediately taken with the book.
On the 13/5 (Falun Dafa day) I came to practise for the first time. It was 13 days after the operation. I also decided not to carry on with the chemotherapy. Relatives and friends kept calling me, asking: “do you want to decay in a grave?” I just kept strengthening my Primordial Spirit through replacing all of my old thoughts with sentences from the book. Every morning I would go to the park with a friend to exercise together. Other people joined, and a group was organised.
I decided to go to Beijing to validate Dafa, to show people the immense value of the system and to tell about my miraculous healing.
The sky in Beijing was dark due to a sandstorm. Tiananmen square was full of people. It was divided by police bars and was full of people in uniforms, policemen, police vans and under- cover police.
I lifted my arms and began to sing "Falun Dafa Hao". People all around me fled away, as if shrinking. I felt neither support nor hostility - just pure fear. The people near the police were drawing away from me, yet the policemen themselves seemed unaware of my singing. I was prepared for the worst. I had planned that if I got arrested, I would tell everyone how ill I had been, having cancer in its terminal stage...I am alive and full of life. I would express my thankfulness towards Dafa and Teacher for giving me a second chance.
I finished singing and went away. No one stopped me and I was not arrested. There was an atmosphere of pure fear around me. In my whole life I have never seen so much fear in people’s eyes.
In an internal flight in Beijing someone asked me to change places with him. When we did, I found myself sitting by a young Chinese man, who immediately smiled at me. He did not speak much English, and neither did I; nevertheless, he started a conversation, asking me if I had been to Tiananmen. I told him everything, and asked him if he had any idea how it was that I didn’t get arrested. He answered smiling: “Your Teacher, Li Hongzhi, helped you”. The answer was beyond my expectations. It gave meaning to everything I had done. Until that very moment everybody was talking and acting as if Falun Gong was against the party. Here I saw that things were not so bad. I told him how popular Falun Gong was in Israel, and he was very pleased to hear it. I still remember his smile.
In October 2002 an international conference took place at Los-Cabos, Mexico. The Chinese dictator also came to participate. We also went there to join many practitioners from all countries. When we stopped a taxi, we could not make him understand where we needed to go. We decided all the same to get in and follow the event. Suddenly he said: “El Presidente!” and took us directly to the dictator’s hotel. By then, after seeing so many practitioners there, the dictator himself moved to another hotel, far away in the mountains.
In the doorway, security checking was very strict. We were in yellow shirts and one of us didn’t have a passport on them, still we were admitted to the conference hall.
The minute we came in, we heard someone from the media shouting: “Falun Gong!”. We immediately realised we should find a quiet place from where to send righteous thoughts. We found one in the hotel yard, and did so for 10 hours.
In the evening the Chinese delegates went out to go swimming and walking. They pretended not to see us, but we noticed that they saw the yellow shirts. One of them saw us in the reception room and asked us what we are doing. We said, “We came to peacefully appeal to the Chinese government to stop the persecution of Falun Gong practitioners”. He was silent. A few minutes later we saw him in a very fancy car with a driver, heading for the mountains where the dictator was staying. When he saw me he turned his head so that I would not recognise him. By then I had no doubt that he was very close to the dictator.
I have given a lot of flyers to people. Once when I clarified the truth I had this thought: “what about my own children?” My two sons live in other countries, but as soon as I had this thought they both came to visit us. The elder one came for a few days for his work. The younger one came for a longer period. It was clear to me that they came for Dafa, but I did not push. My younger son read “Zhuan Falun” with me and we discussed it. I asked him to design a poster about the persecution. When he wrote the word “innocent” in the poster, I saw the pain in his eyes. I realised he was doing it out of his own pure heart and for Dafa, not for me.
The elder son was very upset in the few days he stayed with us. He kept complaining about everything. The day he had to go back, I sat in my room studying Dafa. He came in and said: “I can’t stand the pain in my lungs”. I said to him: “You know that this is not a co-incidence”. He said: “I know”. I said: “son, you understand that everything that is going on with you now is very important. You did not come home for nothing”. He said: “I know”. I said: “you always want to lead a rich-and-important-people’s-life. It is not too late to begin a new life according to Truth-Compassion-Forbearance. Only then can you be sure to have no health problems. This is how nature works, only people do not know it. Maybe they do not want to know, feeling comfortable in the midst of personal fantasies”.
I suggested we read together. We read for a long time, and he understood everything. I then asked: “what about the pain?” and he said: “no pain at all. It stopped”.
Suddenly I saw his face, that had been soft and pinky while reading, become grey again, with dark circles around the eyes. I said: “did you think of something bad again? Do you worry about your health?” He was astonished: “are you a mind-reader? You always read my thoughts”. We then contacted a practitioner in the Netherlands and my son asked for his help to understand Dafa. He then filled up his suitcases with audiocassettes of Teacher’s lectures and a lot of Teacher’s articles.
For more then a year now, practitioners go to the old-central-station in Tel-Aviv every Saturday to clarify the truth to thousands of Chinese workers who gather there on their day-off. The place looks like a China-Town.
There is no public transportation on Saturday so I was not able to go there. Once I managed to come early in the morning. Lot of Chinese people were eating, resting, having outdoor haircuts etc. When they saw our new faces they came and said “Falun Dafa hao (good)”, and took Dafa materials from our hands. When they saw that the materials were old ones, they said in Hebrew “new, new”, for they were accustomed to getting updated newspapers every week.
I saw that they were already oriented to Dafa. When other practitioners arrived with new materials, we saw how the Chinese were eager to read it immediately, looking for good news from China.
We began to do the exercises and some of us were singing “Falun Dafa hao”. Chinese people came from all the streets around us. It looked like a concert.
We gave a book in Chinese to one of them, and began to read “Lun Yu” simultaneously in two languages. Other Chinese around us listened and nodded their heads in understanding and approval. It gave us the idea to duplicate “Lun Yu” and hand it over to those who ask for new materials.
The next day we held a vigil in front of the Chinese embassy, appealing for the release of Xiong Wei and other practitioners detained in China. We heard a very loud explosion. It was a terrorist act on the very same spot where we stood the day before, and where practitioners stand every Saturday. Many people died and many were injured in this bomb, including many Chinese people. It was the second terrorist act in the same place.
Last Saturday the Chinese embassy began to distribute some flyers saying Falun Dafa is bad, and cautioning people from taking Falun Dafa materials. We practitioners decided to double our presence there.
For a long time I was planning to go to China again. I realise now I don’t have to go as far as Beijing to clarify the truth. Here in Israel we clarify the truth very effectively.
When I got confirmation about sharing all this with you, I felt very glad. At that moment my leg was “caught” and I couldn’t walk on it because it ached a lot. I knew that I hadn’t sent forth righteous thoughts much that day, and I felt it was my responsibility in leaving the evil a loophole to get through. I started to send forth righteous thoughts seriously.
Usually when I send forth righteous thoughts, I don’t know how or how much I eliminate the evil, how much evil is still left, or what the manifestation of the evil actually looks like. This time, when I sent forth righteous thoughts for a long time, I saw my leg covered with a mask with the features of a Satan, just like the picture of earth taken by the cameras of NASA a few years ago. I sent Gong that dissolved the mask, and within a short time I got rid of the pain.
With a heart full of respect I say thanks to Teacher, who is, for me, the source of the universal compassion.
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