(Minghui.org) An interesting thing happened to me during the harvest season of 2000.
After I collected wheat from the fields and spread it out to dry, I rode my bicycle to a town 30 miles away to pick up Falun Dafa informational pamphlets and Master's new lecture.
Shortly after I left home, the blue sky turned grayish yellow, accompanied by gusty winds and rain was in the air. I thought about turning back, but then I remembered a practitioner's words: “The small things in cultivation are far more important than big things in the ordinary world.” So I kept riding.
I rode along a small road and crossed a river channel. I then rode up the hill to the bus stop. It had been raining all along, but my clothes remained dry. I realized Master was protecting me.
I parked my bike and got on the bus heading to the city. When I looked in the direction of my village, it was covered under thick dark clouds and heavy rain.
When I arrived in the city I picked up the brochures and the new lecture from a practitioner there.
On my way home, I had to transfer to another bus at a terminal. The persecution was very severe at the time, and all the passenger bags were being searched. I didn't know about sending forth righteous thoughts back then, so I asked Master for help and recited, “The Buddha-light illuminates everywhere and rectifies all abnormalities.” (Zhuan Falun).
When I walked to the search point, the police were either on the phone or arguing with others passengers. They didn't search me or my bags, so I got on the bus safely.
The rain had stopped by the time I got off the bus. I collected my bike and rode back down the hill. When I reached the river bank, I was shocked to see how much the water level had risen. The river channel was about 50 feet wide and was now full of fast flowing water.
There was no one around, and the nearest town was far away. It was getting dark. If I turned back to take the main road, it would add another 10 miles on my journey. I became anxious, helpless and exhausted. I couldn't help but cry.
I suddenly remembered that Master mentioned in one of the recordings that if we encounter difficulties we should ask Master for help, as this was also a test of our faith in Master and the Fa.
I held my palms together and asked Master, “What should I do now? Should I keep going or go around the river? I will follow Master's arrangement.”
I then heard a voice call out to me. “Hey, are you afraid of crossing the river?” A woman and an elderly man came up to me. “Let's cross the river from over there, where the water is steady,” the woman said. “He will help you with the bike, and we'll hold each others' hands.”
The three of us crossed the swollen river together. When we got to the other side, I took the bike from the elderly man, put it down and turned around to thank them, but they had disappeared.
I burst into tears as I realized that Master had arranged for these people to help me cross the river. Words could not describe my gratitude towards Master at that moment. I promised that I would be evermore diligent in my cultivation.
When I got home, I even found that my neighbor had covered the wheat to keep it dry, while my child had eaten dinner at his friend's house after school. I thanked Master for making the arrangements!
A practitioner called in the fall of 2004 and asked me to go to the city. I met up with several practitioners that evening, and they informed me that a large scale materials production site had been destroyed and many practitioners had been illegally arrested.
We sat in a circle and began to send forth righteous thoughts. We cleared our field and erected our palms. When I raised my palm, in another dimension, I saw five columns of officers and soldiers from an unknown dynasty coming towards me.
The lower ranked soldiers were in the front, waving flags and rallying together. Behind them were soldiers beating drums and gongs, and behind them were soldiers with spears and shields. At the back were soldiers with spikes and some on horses directing the troops. It felt like watching a movie, but I didn't know what was going on.
I reminded myself that I was sending forth righteous thoughts, and tried to eliminate the bad elements. I normally use small knives as my Fa implement, so I sent forth countless numbers of them and got rid many soldiers.
Just when I started to relax, another troop came forward. Their uniforms were different, as they were from another dynasty. I quickly got rid of them too, but more troops of soldiers kept coming. Eventually, they were all eliminated.
At the end, I used a certain type of supernatural power to clean the battlefield. The elimination process shook me to the core.
When I felt my righteous thoughts were too weak, I asked Master for help, and my energy field would be strengthened instantly. Master is omnipresent and omnipotent.
I often studied and recited the Fa during that period of the persecution. Sometimes I would be completely immersed in the Dafa books, and there would be two gigantic eyes between rows of Chinese characters, sending messages into my mind. It was truly an out-of-this-world experience.