Believe in Master and Dafa, Keep Up With Fa Rectification (Part I)

The Beginning: Eliminate Karma and Establish Firm Belief in Master and Dafa

I first began practising Falun Dafa in April 1999 and initially had no idea what cultivation was all about. I knew from personal experience that Dafa was good and righteous and taught people to be good. I was going through phases of karma elimination. Several major rounds of karma elimination and xinxing (character) tests laid a solid foundation for my belief in Master and Dafa, but the Chinese Communist Party launched the persecution of Falun Gong on July 20, 1999.

Incident one: Listening to Master's Fa lecture for the first time I fell asleep and woke up after the lecture had finished. I then realized that I had suddenly been cured of neurasthenia, a condition that had tormented me for more than a decade.

Master said:

"A few individuals may fall asleep and wake up as soon as I finish my lecture. Why is that? It is because their brains have illnesses that need to be treated. One will be unable to stand it if one's brain is worked on. Therefore, one must be put into a state of anaesthesia or become unconscious." ("Lecture Two" from Zhuan Falun, 2000 translation version)

"Wow," I thought, "So what the book says is actually real." I was convinced of the supernatural nature of Dafa.

Incident two: I started haemorrhaging profusely right after my period was over and knew it was not my regular cycle. "Getting rid of karma," I thought, so I read Zhuan Falun constantly. I bled for an entire day and got dizzy but never wavered in my belief in Dafa. I believed that Master was eliminating my karma and that it was a good thing. A practitioner asked me if I would join her to introduce Dafa to others and I said, "Sure!" I did not feel any discomfort when talking to people. When I came home, the bleeding stopped. This indicated to me that I did the right thing by being resolute in my belief.

Incident three: Large, itchy bumps broke out all over my body. Someone bought various medications and my husband swore at me, trying to make me use them, but I was convinced Master was again eliminating karma for me. I also spiked a fever for two days but still went to work as usual. I thought, "I cultivate the most righteous Fa! I cannot show any abnormality in front of my colleagues, because that would damage Dafa's image." Miraculously, there was not a single bump on my face. My husband verbally assaulted me when he saw that I would not see a doctor or take medication. I smiled at him and said, "Thank you! You've shouldered the worst part for me." Right after I uttered this sentence, I felt as if an electric current was running through my body, and all of the bumps instantly disappeared and the fever was gone without a trace. My husband was stunned and said, "Dafa is supernatural! You guys can really achieve divinity!"

Incident four: My daughter's feet were injured in an accident. She was given the best treatment at a hospital but there was no improvement after two weeks. The doctor said she would need a skin graft. Upon hearing this this I was shocked and thought, "I'm a Dafa disciple, how could this happen to me?" Then I realized I was overly concerned about my daughter. This was a test for my belief in Dafa. I needed to let go of my worries. So I thought, "Master is here, and my daughter will be just fine." However, I still conformed to the ordinary way of doing things by allowing the doctor to continue treating her with medication, so non-practitioners would not misunderstand Falun Gong. Five days later my daughter grew new skin, and the wound was completely healed. The doctor was amazed and said, "That's incredible! Normally, such a large area of missing skin won't grow back on its own."

I felt clear improvement in my physical health through Fa study and doing the exercises. I used to be quite weak due to blood loss from tuberculosis and caught colds very easily. After I practised Dafa, however, weather changes, air conditioning and fans--things that used to be unbearable--no longer affected me. I was in better health than during the peak years of my youth.

Although I began cultivation late, Master still constantly protected me. My celestial eye was closed, but the miracles I had witnessed gave me confidence and strengthened my righteous belief. I knew I should study the Fa more and more. My righteous belief had served as a foundation for steadily validating Dafa during the ensuing years.

We were studying the Fa in a group in August 1999 when someone handed us a form and asked everyone to fill it out. It asked for very detailed personal information. I remembered Master said,

"We don't have various provisions that people have to follow, as religions do, nor do we have any temples, churches, or religious rituals. People can come to learn or leave as they please, and we have no membership rosters." ("Some Thoughts of Mine," from Essentials for Further Advancement II)

So I thought, "Why should we reveal our personal information? It must not be Master who is doing this." I talked to my practitioner mother and told her not to fill out the form, either. I was a newcomer at that practice site and did not share my opinion in order to protect myself. When the persecution began, the local Political and Judicial Committee officials held a brainwashing session and arrested practitioners who were registered on that form. The officials extorted 300 yuan from each practitioner. The registration caused the practitioners tremendous loss and left a stain on their cultivation paths. Only my mother and I were safe. I thus became ever more convinced that it's always right to follow Master's words.

Once the persecution began I reflected on my experiences and thought them over rationally. I decided that Falun Dafa is what I had been looking for all of my life. Master is a good person, and I made the right choice. I refused to watch the slanderous propaganda on TV and told my husband to stay away from it, so his mind would not be poisoned by the vicious lies.

I recalled Master's words,

"Some people even went to other qigong masters' classes and after going home felt very uncomfortable. That is for sure. Why didn't my fashen protect you? What did you go there for? By going there to listen, didn't you want to seek something? If you did not listen with your ears, how could it get into your body? Some people have deformed their Falun." ("Lecture Six," from Zhuan Falun)

Since I made a conscious decision backed by facts and first hand evidence to practice Falun Dafa, I wouldn't allow anything to lessen my belief in Dafa. I trusted my judgement and simply refused to let any type of information interfere with me, regardless of whether it appeared to be good or bad on the surface. My determination and firm belief in the Fa helped me take a relatively straight path, and I was able to avoid a lot of traps and detours.

Dafa Manifests Mighty Powers During Fa Validation

Two practitioners from our area were arrested on October 1, 2000 ,when they went to appeal on behalf of Dafa in Beijing. I heard that the roads to Beijing were under heavy surveillance, and travellers were subjected to frequent inspection. Two practitioners and I made our way to Beijing. Once there we did not know who to talk with to relay our appeal. Along with our lack of social acumen due to being born and raised in the countryside, our lack of understanding in the Fa, and our attachment to family, we didn't answer the police officers' questions. We returned after two days without doing anything. I felt I had not done the right thing, as I knew Master is good and He was wronged, yet there was nowhere to seek justice. I was overwhelmed by the persecution, and I repeatedly read Dafa books. The more I read them, the more I realized Dafa's preciousness. When I finally broke through some mental barriers I saw it was just as Master had said,

"With attachments left behind, the lightened boats sail swiftly,
With a preoccupied human heart, crossing the ocean proves arduous." ("The Knowing Heart," from Essentials for Further Advancement II)

I spotted many attachments and notions and came to understand the meaning of cultivation. Master has endured so much for us. When he was suffering, what was I doing? I cried and cried and reflected on the path I had taken. I could no longer stand idly by and passively submit to the persecution. I must step forward and restore Master's reputation.

As I came to this understanding my sister suddenly said to me, "Weren't you a good writer back in school? You learned those skills so you could use them now. Since we don't have printed materials, you can write them by hand." Master was prompting me! I immediately set to the task and poured out my thoughts onto the white pages--how I benefited from Dafa practice, my gratitude, the miraculous healing power of Falun Dafa, and many other things. I wanted people to know what Falun Dafa was about and its worth, even if only one person learned the truth. I used pressure-sensitive copying paper so I could produce three copies at a time, and when I was tired, my sister took over. We accumulated 50 copies before going out and posting them. It was the first time we had some kind of authentic information about Falun Gong in our local area, and I did what a Dafa disciple was supposed to do.

Master is guiding people on the right path, and we are steering our wills in this righteous endeavour. Like a vessel lost in the vast ocean that finally spots a beacon of light, I realized without any ambiguity, that explaining the facts to others and restoring Master's reputation is my mission. Master told us,

"True cultivation practice depends fully upon your heart. As long as you practice cultivation and are sure-footed and determined in practising cultivation, we will treat you as disciples. It is infeasible for me not to treat you this way." ("Lecture Three," from Zhuan Falun)

Many more miracles occurred as I continued to validate Dafa. Soon, Master arranged for us to have access to flyers on the Minghui website (Chinese version of Clearwisdom.net).

One evening my sister and I hung banners, posted flyers and also brought some chalk with us to write on the walls. By 10:00 p.m. we had used all the chalk. I wanted to do more, so I said to her, "We shouldn't waste our time. There must be a book store that's still open. I'll buy more chalk." Peasants are usually in bed by 10:00 p.m., but I believed Master would arrange something for me, and voila, I found a book store! The shop owner said he was playing mahjong with some guests, and that's why he was staying up late, but I knew Master was helping me because of my good intentions.

Public lighting in the countryside is quite poor. It gets dark quickly, and the streets are difficult to manoeuvre. Each time before I left home I filled up my motorcycle's gas tank and asked Master for protection. I never had any problems. One time, it ran out of gas 7 km [4.3 miles] from home and said to my sister, "Don't worry. Master's here, so we'll get back without a hitch." We did, but we could not start the motorcycle again, no matter what we tried. My sister said, "I am in awe that you always have righteous thoughts and remember Master at critical moments."

When I heard people talking about Falun Gong materials they just saw on the next day, I knew each flyer carried tremendous power, and the truth had a huge impact on them.

When I left town in 2002 to find a job, I brought Dafa books with me. I saw the police inspecting both large and small bags, and they especially scrutinized books. I was afraid, and pondered how to avoid them. Less than a minute later I decided it would not work. I suddenly remembered, "I'm not an ordinary person. I am a Dafa disciple. Master is here, so no one can inspect me. Dafa gave me my life, what do I have to fear? I would gladly give my life to safeguard Dafa." When I truly gave up fear, all five police officers left as I entered the train station. Only one person took a cursory look at my ticket before waving me in. The police returned less than five minutes later. I learned the guards were changing shifts.