(Clearwisdom.net) I have reflected on my cultivation experience and compiled it into this report, dedicated to Master on the 14^th anniversary of his lecture series in Chenzhou City, Hunan Province, and to share with fellow practitioners.

I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1994. Chronic migraines had been tormenting me. Terrible pain would sear through my head during each attack and send me rolling on the floor. It got so bad at times I even wished for a quick death. My husband suffered from kidney ptosis, lower back pain, hemorrhoids, liver disease, high blood pressure and many other conditions. He caught colds easily and spiked fevers every few days. Our two sons were still young, and I had to do all the housework. We worked difficult jobs for modest salaries, and our home was far from our workplaces. Quite a few times when I returned home late at night I was greeted by my three family members lying in bed and running a high fever. I was overwhelmed, and life was a daily grind. To ease our pain, my husband and I sought out different types of qigong but hadn't found one that could really help us. We were disappointed.

Fortunately, in July 1994 Master came to our city to teach the Fa. Finally, we found what we had been looking for and set off on the path of cultivation.

Our practice site at our workplace was destroyed after the persecution began in July 1999, so we lost the environment to study the Fa and do the exercises. We have benefited from Dafa, so my husband and I decided to appeal in Beijing. Since our practice site had been at our workplace, Communist Party officials persecuted both of us. They twice held me at a custody center and sent me to a detention center in 2000. I was later detained at the Baimalong Forced Labor Camp in Zhuzhou City for one year, and my husband was taken to the Chenzhou No. 1 Detention Center, where he was savagely tortured. The guards poured ice-cold water on him and left him exposed in the cold of winter. After he slackened on Fa study, his xinxing slipped.

Once, a business owner installed an advertising sign for his shop right underneath our window. My husband and sons opposed it. We spoke with the owners but they continued with the project anyway. Angry, my husband grabbed a hammer and tried to knock the sign down and he asked me to help him. I took the hammer and after hitting the sign a few times I felt something sinking in my abdomen, like during a spontaneous abortion. I immediately realized this was wrong and that I had done this for self-interest and a competitive mentality. I apologized to Master and said to my husband, "Forget it. Just let them do it. It's a trivial thing, and we shouldn't be attached to it." Master said,

"It has been said, 'When I come to this ordinary human society, it's just like checking into a hotel for a few days. Then I leave in a hurry.' Some people are just obsessed with this place and have forgotten their own homes." ("A Clear and Clean Mind," Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun, 2000 translation version)

After they finished, the owner bought us gifts, to thank us for our support for letting them hang the sign below our window. We politely refused, telling them we practice Falun Dafa and act in accordance with "Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance."

In other parts of our daily life we also followed Master's words,

"You should always be benevolent and kind to others, and consider others when doing anything. Whenever you encounter a problem, you should first consider whether others can put up with this matter or if it will hurt anyone. In doing so, there will not be any problems. Therefore, in cultivation practice you should follow a higher and higher standard for yourself." ("Upgrading Xinxing," Lecture Four, Zhuan Falun)

Many of our neighbors came to us for advice and solutions, because they said we were trustworthy and helpful.

The old forces took my husband's life in 2005 because he clung to certain attachments.

Mountains of criticism from both of our families and the anguish following his death plunged me into an abyss of darkness. Occasionally, I even thought about killing myself. But then I thought, "I'm a disciple of Dafa, and there are so many things waiting to be done, so many sentient beings waiting to be saved." So I went ahead and did what I was supposed to do by correcting my mindset according to the Fa principles.

Just as everything had returned to normal two of my practitioner relatives were suddenly arrested, and my home was placed under surveillance. One day, a street vendor stopped me on my way home and told me, "Don't go home right now. Lots of cops are looking for you." I went to another city and lived with other practitioners who were also in exile. They cautioned me not to go out. I began coughing, and my entire body ached. I saw in my celestial eye demons trying to murder me and trying to pick a fight with me. I realized I should not acknowledge the old forces' arrangements and must openly validate the Fa. I seized every opportunity to explain things to others and help them quit the Party, and I no longer feared the evildoers.

Saving the world's people is the sacred mission the Fa has bestowed on Dafa disciples. In the past few years I utilized various methods to clarify the truth and save people. After the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party came out, I started quoting passages from it when helping people withdraw from the Party. At first I talked to acquaintances. Some of them misconstrued my intentions, and some accused me of "getting involved in political affairs." I didn't take it to heart and persisted in explaining the facts at all kinds of events, including weddings, funerals, and friends' gatherings. I often joined other practitioners to clarify the facts in other cities and towns, and these trips sometimes took days. We distributed materials in the streets. When I returned to my residence at night, my feet were covered with huge blisters. I always remembered Master's instruction,

"The focus for you right now is simply to find ways to do better, to be more efficient, to have a greater impact, and to save more people." ("Fa Teaching at the U.S. Capital")

Master's video lecture to the Australian practitioners moved me profoundly. I felt even more keenly the urgency of saving people and opposing the old forces to save people before it's too late. I have a tight schedule filled with Fa study, doing the exercises, sending righteous thoughts and doing household chores. I try my best to go out and clarify the facts face to face. Initially I only helped several people each day to quit, and now I help around 50 people daily to quit the Party. I encounter all types of people. Some swear at me, some threaten to report me to the police, but most of them have learn the truth and withdraw from the Party.

Once as I was handing out flyers in the street a middle-aged man asked as he took a flyer, "Are you a Falun Gong? You are really bold, doing it so openly." He threw the flyer on the ground. I smiled and said, "Just read it. It's good for you." I picked up the flyer. He hit it hard, and it dropped out of my hand. This time he swore, "You should be arrested! What are you doing here in public at your age? Why can't you live a peaceful life at home?" Tears came to my eyes and I felt sorry for him.

Another time I saw a young man wearing glasses and I smiled at him and said, "Here, this book is for you..." Before I could finish, he glanced at the book cover, cursed and turned away. I thought, "I can't let him leave like this. I must help him." This kind thought went forth. When I caught up to him he was much calmer. I knew it was because the evil elements behind him had disintegrated. I asked, "Do you know about people quitting the Party and its affiliated organizations?" He answered no, so I explained to him why it's necessary to withdraw from the Party, and I also mentioned the ancient prophecies and the rock in Guizhou Province [a 270 million-year-old rock carrying the words "Chinese Communist Party perishes" on it]. Hearing these things he said, "I joined the Communist Youth League and the Young Pioneers. Please help me quit those groups." Before he left he thanked me and asked for more information.

There were people who molested my hand while saying vulgar words to me. I remained unmoved and kept doing what a Dafa disciple is supposed to do. Now when I speak to someone I say things that conform to their notions and interests. When I talk to older people I remind them of the political movements over the past five decades. With young people I speak about the June 4, 1989 Tiananmen Square Massacre, the 500,000 people in Hong Kong who took to the streets to protest Article 23, prophecies, and the Guizhou rock. I give young and educated people copies of the Nine Commentaries and VCDs. To a peasant or an older person I give a pamphlet and DVD of the Chinese New Year Spectacular show by Divine Performing Arts. Some don't want to take it at first. I tell them, "Just read and watch it. It's great, and you can't buy it in China. When you've learned the truth, you'll make the right choice. I wish you and your family a happy and prosperous future." Once a man accepted the Nine Commentaries and some VCDs. He looked at them and said, "Wow, I've been looking for this for a long time." Someone asked for my phone number, and some left their phone numbers with me, asking me to provide them with new materials once they become available.

I never tried to avoid local Party officials and instead always greeted them. Once I met them as they were coming down the stairs of my apartment building. I asked, "What are you doing here?" They said, "We are looking for someone." I said, "If you were looking for me, you can talk to me right now. Dafa practitioners are good people, and you know that. Don't listen to Jiang Zemin, and don't persecute Falun Gong. Have you heard about Zhang Shenghui, the head of Beihu District Kindergarten? He died in his forties after persecuting Dafa practitioners. What a shame!" They left in a hurry. Later, I learned they came to see if I had installed a satellite dish to receive New Tang Dynasty TV programs. Another time I met the local Party chief, community Party officials and police officers. I said hello and told them not to persecute Falun Gong. The Party chief didn't know what to say and asked, "What are you doing now?" I said, "I'm doing Falun Gong-related things." The street Party official nudged me to leave saying, "It's ok, you can go now. We'll talk to you later. Sometimes we [Party officials] don't have control over certain things."

As Fa rectification pushes forward, evil elements are greatly reduced, and more people have learned the truth. Sometimes when I hand a flyer to a bus driver, some passengers ask for them and thank me for them.

One day I distributed materials in a certain community district. A tall security officer asked me for Falun Gong information and cautioned me to be careful. He also gave me a thumbs-up. One driver shouted after taking some materials, "Long live Falun Gong!" And then I gave the materials to someone who looked like a government official. He asked me what it was. I told him, "It's the Nine Commentaries," and before he could react, another person came out of nowhere, ran up to the official, said hi and took the booklet from his hands. The second person said to him, "You should leave now, I'll talk to you about it later." After the official left, the other person turned toward me and said, "Do you know who he is?" I said no. He told me the official sits on the Politics and Law Committee and was also the head of the Department of the Armed Forces. "He would have sent you to the 610 Office, and they would lock you up." He told me to take safety measures. My eyes were brimming with tears. I thanked Master in my heart for protecting me and I was happy for this person who chose to do the right thing. I was explaining the facts to watermelon farmers along the sidewalk another day when a police car pulled up. A woman and a man emerged from the vehicle. I continued speaking in a normal tone, as if I didn't see them. Amazingly, the officers bought a watermelon, re-entered the car and took off, as if they neither saw nor heard me.

In addition, I have written slogans on paper money, such as "Falun Dafa is good," "The heavens eliminate the CCP," and "Quit the Party to be safe." Each time I spend them I intentionally reveal the side with the words on them, and sometimes I ask the merchant to read it out loud. Some people are afraid to accept this money. I tell them that such money brings them good luck, after which they gladly accept it. I've been doing it on a daily basis. Because I am uneducated, sometimes when I come across names containing characters that I don't know how to write, I draw pictures instead. Now, I feel that clarifying the facts and helping people quit the Party are natural things to do. Master is actually doing everything. The key is to have a righteous mind.

Once in a dream I was carrying a gigantic TV upstairs, but it did not feel heavy to me. A great number of people were sitting upstairs. After I put the TV down I said to them, "Falun Dafa is good!" Then I began playing Master's Fa lecture tapes. I saw innumerable sentient beings in a multitude of dimensions expressing heartfelt joy after learning the truth.

Returning home one day I saw a huge ball of light emanating bright colors that followed me all the way to my residence. Several students were nearby. I pointed it out to them and said, "Look, it is very beautiful in the heavens!" They were all surprised to see it. I know Master has been protecting me, encouraging and prompting me. In fact, what I have done falls short of what the Fa requires of me. I still have many attachments that I need to discard.

I know from experience that as long as we think of sentient beings, regard Dafa as our guidance, look inward when conflicts arise, keep a compassionate heart, and act with righteous thoughts, the old forces don't dare to touch us.

Fellow practitioners, let us strive forward diligently! Let us all step forward and talk to people face-to-face, to rescue more predestined people. May we fulfill our grand, prehistoric vows and follow Master home!