Since I started to practise Falun Gong about two years ago, my seventy four year old mother has been paying a great deal of attention to Falun Gong. Witnessing the huge changes in my body and mind, she has deep respect and appreciation for Falun Gong. I always hoped my mother could join us in our cultivation. Several months ago, she began to learn the exercises and study Zhuan Falun (the main book of Falun Gong).
A couple of days ago, my mother told me a miracle that she had experienced: My mother was from an old town in Spain, which is famous for the traditional “Running of the Bulls” festival. In the “Running of the Bulls,” participants must run with dozens of strong fighting bulls in a narrow street. Those who have the guts to participate in the activity are usually vigorous youngsters who can quickly jump out of the way if needed. Otherwise, they may be trampled on by bulls or even gored by the bulls’ horns, which may often result in death or serious injuries. Those who are not overtaken by the fighting bulls and others who can tactfully avoid attacks by the bulls are regarded as heroes. Spectators should stand within the safe area guarded by iron fences on the two sides of the street to cheer the participants.
The small town is always packed with a lot of visitors during the bull running festival, and this year was no exception. In the past, prior to the festival, my parents would always invite our relatives, friends and neighbours to view the event together. After starting to practise Falun Gong, my mother has paid little attention to these kinds of things. However, with the invitation from my father, our neighbors and friends, my mother still made it to the festival this time around.
As my mother recalled, back then they stood in the safe area guarded by fences on the two sides of the street to see the activity. All of a sudden, a head of strong bull dashed to the spot where she was. As this kind of bull is very strong and powerful, the fence she was standing behind simply collapsed on the spot and my mother was pushed to the ground by the powerful momentum. Since the bull was directly heading toward my mother, the situation was critical. Once a fighting bull dashes at someone, it's extremely rare for it to back away, and would gore the person’s body with its horns. My father was so shocked that he didn’t know what to do. When he started to shake the collapsed iron fence frantically trying to distract the beast’s attention, the fighting bull had already pulled up at the back of my mother.
My mother said that she could even felt that the breath of the bull was right in the back of her ears. At this critical moment, the only thing my mother could think of was “Falun Dafa ayuda me!” - Falun Dafa help me!. At the moment, a miracle happened. When the bull was only about ten centimeters away from my mother, it stopped suddenly. Usually, the bull would never give up the opportunity to attack, but it turned around all of a sudden and immediately ran away. What happened next was so incredible that my father and all the people around were dumbfounded. After getting up from the ground, my mother found that she wasn't injured in any way. She said that at the moment her mind was very calm and clear. When talking to me about this episode, she repeatedly said: “I know it was Falun Gong that has saved me. Falun Gong is really wonderful and magnificent.” After this incident, my father and some of our relatives and friends started to pay more attention to Falun Gong.
Now, my mother keeps arduously studying the Falun Gong teachings and practising the Falun Gong exercises every day. When going out, she would always put some Chinese flyers exposing the persecution that is taking palce against the practice in China in her bag so that she would be able to give them to her Chinese friends she bumps into on the way and tell them “Falun Gong is good.”
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