(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1996, and it is deeply rooted in my heart. I always behave according to Dafa’s principles and trust Master and Dafa absolutely.
I would like to cite a few examples to report to Master and share with fellow practitioners.
In the fall of 2015, I felt an itch just below my right breast. I scratched it, and an excruciating pain shot through me.
I took a look and noticed two small red blisters with a little bit of oozing pus. I didn’t pay much attention to them until the following afternoon when more blisters appeared on my right rib cage and circled all the way around to the right side of my back.
The word “shingles” came to mind, but I couldn’t be sure. So I thought about calling up a fellow practitioner who had experienced that before. I also thought about asking for help, but, in the end, I decided I would just trust Master and Dafa.
Because I know a Dafa practitioner should be healthy and happy and didn’t want to tarnish Dafa’s image, I continued to go out every day to clarify the truth. The rest of the time I spent studying the Fa and sending forth righteous thoughts.
Since I appeared and did things as usual, my husband had no inkling of what was going on.
On the third day, I had absolutely no energy. I could barely straighten my back, because both the front and back on my right side hurt so much. I also got the chills. Fortunately, Master arranged for my husband to go out of town on business.
At first, I felt resentful that my husband should take that time to be absent. I thought to myself, “If you stayed, you could at least have helped cook dinner.” But as soon as the thought arose, I knew it was wrong. That evening, I slept off and on for just an hour.
On the fifth day, I was doing the meditation exercise when all of a sudden I saw an empty space in a forest through my celestial eye. A wire was stretched between two trees. A lifeless, snake-like object hung on the wire.
Everything disappeared in a split second, but I knew Master was showing me he had taken care of the evil spirit in another dimension. I knew I would get well. Tears of gratitude streamed down my face.
Nevertheless, I continued to study the Fa, do the exercises, and send forth righteous thoughts without letting up.
The pain was gone on the sixth day. All the blisters dried up and scabbed over. Then the scabs started to fall off. They were all gone by the eighth day, leaving just some noticeable scars.
I then told my husband about it. He was quite shocked and looked me over carefully.
He said incredulously, “I had that same thing three years ago. It took a month for it to go away, plus four hospital visits and over 2,000 yuan. Even now, on cloudy days and whenever I come down with a cold, I still feel residual pain on my chest and back.
“Falun Dafa is truly remarkable and miraculous! You must be one of Master’s good disciples! You go on and practice diligently. I’ll just reap Dafa’s benefits with your diligent cultivation!”
Listening to those words straight from my husband’s heart, I knew how important it was for me to cultivate myself well since I know how I cultivate does affect everybody around me.
After that, I seriously looked inward to uncover the root cause of my condition. I realized I have a strong attachment to combativeness. I have a straightforward personality and find it hard to beat around the bush. Although I don’t get into arguments anymore now, my heart is still reluctant to concede.
I knew it had to be the poison instilled in my by the communist regime’s indoctrination of perpetual struggle with heaven, earth, and each other. I knew I must cleanse myself of that poison. So I now conscientiously examine my every thought, word, and act.
I also listen to the videotape “Disintegrating Party Culture” whenever I have a spare moment, during every meal, and while doing household chores. I find that very helpful and effective.
Toward the end of 2016, the security guard of my building suddenly decided to quit over disputes with some of the tenants.
As a result, the common courtyard area was left unattended. The whole place soon looked like a trash dump, what with wind-blown papers, plastic bags, and other debris scattered about. I took it upon myself to clean up the mess every day.
It snowed twice. I was the only one there to shovel the snow. I even cleaned off the parked cars.
One time, I noticed an elderly lady observing me from her balcony with an approving smile. People who walked by on their way to work would give me a thumbs-up or a word of praise or a thank you, although nobody ever offered to lend a hand.
That lasted until a replacement finally reported to duty.
Whenever I traveled on a long-distance train that provided sleeping quarters, I made it a point to fold the bed sheets and covers neatly to save the attendants trouble.
One time, a male attendant was ready to tidy up my quarters and was surprised to find everything was already done.
He said to me, “Ma'am, you did all that? You did a better job than I do. I’ve worked here for many years, and nobody has ever done what you did. Thank you so very much.”
What I did was really nothing, but I do what I do because I am a Dafa practitioner. I will always validate Dafa by showing people the beauty and goodness of Falun Dafa through everything I think, say, and do.