(Minghui.org) I'm a 16-year-old Falun Dafa practitioner in Hunan Province, China. I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1998. The following is my cultivation experience.
My mother told me she used to have terrible temper. She said she often had abortions after getting into arguments with my father. After five abortions, she wasn't able to become pregnant for more than 10 years. It wasn't until after she started practicing Falun Dafa that she eventually had me.
I was immersed in the grace of Buddha Law since I was born. The following childhood stories are from my memory and what my mother and other practitioners told me.
My mother started taking me to Fa study sessions when I was one month old. I wouldn't cry or interrupt their study even if they studied for hours.
I was playing with my three-year-old cousin outside his house when I was two years old. I saw that a motorcycle parked in front of the house was going to fall on him, so I hurried over to help him. He was not hurt, but I was knocked over.
My head bled terribly. Seeing me covered with blood, my mother started crying. I told her, “Don't worry. Master is protecting me.” I started repeating, “Falun Dafa is great.” I could feel a Falun rotating on my head. I was given nine stitches but I recovered within a few days.
After the Chinese Communist Party started persecuting Falun Gong, my mother and father took me with them to protest the repression in Beijing. I was almost two years old. On the train, I recited poems from Hong Yin and greeted people warmly.
The passengers all praised me for being smart and polite. My mother, father and I distributed flyers and posted information about Falun Dafa on streets in Beijing from around 6 a.m. until 11p.m.
My mother was posting Falun Dafa information in our home town one day, when someone chased her and tried to arrest her. I picked up a flag that I saw on the ground, waved it and cried loudly, “How can we let crows block the sun?” I successfully distracted the person chasing my mother. She ran into a crowd of people and was safe.
I have followed my mother to clarify the facts about Falun Dafa for many years. We distribute flyers, hang banners, send forth righteous thoughts close to jails and labor camps. We continue during holidays, at nighttime and in bad weather.
Sometimes our whole family of four went out at night to distribute flyers and paint information about Falun Dafa on the street. My character painting didn't look very nice at first, but my mother encouraged me to practice. We painted Chinese characters almost every night, and over time my writing looked nicer and nicer.
I once painted huge words on a wall that read, “Falun Dafa is good.” The authorities couldn't erase my words for almost a year. When an inspection team from higher up came to our town, they investigated the characters and suspected me.
A big group of police surrounded our apartment building from 5 a.m. until late at night for many days. They cut off our water supply and electricity. Our neighbors told the police, “Why don't you go after thieves and robbers? This family are good people. They often clean our stairways and elevator, and painted our handrails. Why are you after them?” The police eventually gave up.
My mother and I went to the countryside for a day to distribute Falun Dafa flyers during the summer of 2005. Someone influenced by the Communist Party reported us. A police car blocked our way.
My mother had just finished clarifying truth to a kind lady. The lady hid us in her house. A policeman came to her door and asked her if she had seen us. She said no. After the policeman left, the lady covered us with thick blankets. We were drenched in sweat after half an hour.
Master's poem in “What's There to Fear” from Hong Yin Vol. II came to my mind,
“If you have fear, they will grab youOnce your thought is righteous, evil will collapsePeople practicing cultivation, filled with FaSending righteous thoughts, exploding rotten ghostsGods are in the world, validating Fa”
I told mom to get up and send forth righteous thoughts. We asked Master to help us. The weather changed drastically. It was a bright sunny day, but it suddenly started pouring. The kind lady gave us raincoats. We left safely, passing the police car.
When my friends came to my home to play, I would tell them about meditation and quitting the Young Pioneers, an organization affiliated with the Chinese Communist Party. They helped me spread the word.
I also helped my classmates quit the Young Pioneers on my way home from school. One time I put many copies of a truth-clarification letter on school desks after everyone had left school. I was safe under Master's protection. Many students read the letter the next day.
Thanks to Master's care, I survived one tribulation after another, and validated Falun Dafa again and again. There are too many tribulations to list. I still fall short with many aspects of my cultivation compared to other Dafa practitioners.
Overseas practitioners have worked so hard to alleviate the persecution. What they have done is great and encouraging. I will do my best with the three things, as Master told us to. My righteous actions on the path of Fa rectification will be my way to thank Master.
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Thank you again, Master, for your compassionate salvation and care. No words can describe my gratitude to you.