(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa (also known as Falun Gong) practitioner who was born in 1949 to a poor family. Unable to afford an education, I started working at an early age to support my family.
After marriage, my husband and I worked as laborers in our village until our rapidly expanding family forced us to seek better job prospects. At the age of 36, my husband and I found work in a neighboring city, but our combined wages was barely enough to sustain our family of four. Our financial situation worsened when I started suffering from a host of severe symptoms, including nosebleeds, edema, difficulty walking, and shoulder and lower back pain. I sought treatment at the local hospital, where doctors concluded that I had rheumatic heart disease and rheumatoid arthritis. Despite aggressive treatment, my condition did not improve. Unable to continue at my job, perform housework, or even take care of myself, I became discouraged and depressed.
One day in 1998, while waiting at the clinic for an injection, I saw a person sitting across from me, reading a book. Curious, I asked him about it and he told me he was reading a Falun Dafa book entitled Zhuan Falun. My heart made an inexplicable leap, and I impulsively asked the man if he could read it aloud. He agreed and read a paragraph. I felt a sense of warm familiarity, including gentle warmth that enveloped my body and alleviated my pain. I threw away the needle and medicine bottle which were still in my hand and declared, “I refuse to continue with my medication. I too want to learn Falun Dafa!” I then immediately left the clinic.
That night, I witnessed many spinning, multicolored Faluns (law wheels) within my home, each radiating a golden glow. I spent the next few days admiring this spectacular sight. After listening to a recording of Master Li’s (the founder) lectures, my illnesses were miraculously healed. I could hardly believe my good fortune!
I remember receiving my copy of Zhuan Falun with a sense of extreme reverence as tears fell uncontrollably. Still cradling the book, I cried until I fell asleep. On awakening, I opened the book and to my amazement, recognized many of the words written within. I went to look for my son and asked him to verify that I was reading the words correctly. My son listened intently before exclaiming, “It’s absolutely accurate!” I have gone on to read many other Dafa books and published materials with little difficulty, truly a miracle for an illiterate person!
Before cultivating Dafa, my teeth were in bad shape and I suffered from frequent toothaches. Moreover, three of my teeth were previously extracted, leaving ugly black remnants in my mouth. Around 2002, my neighbors started repairing their house. Among the repair materials was a truckload of sand, which was unloaded near the entrance to my home. While walking near there one day, I suddenly slipped and fell face first onto the pile of sand. The pain was so excruciating, I thought I had shattered all the teeth in my mouth. I ran home to inspect the damage and realized that my original set of ugly, yellow and black teeth had vanished. In its place was a set of pearly white, beautiful teeth, which I have retained to this day.
In yet another incident, my family got together for a meal one day. My sister-in-law dished out the cooked noodles and handed me a bowl. However, when I gazed within, I found a bowl of fire with flames leaping out an inch from the rim of the bowl. I ate the contents without a fuss, only to feel my body enveloped in soft warmth. In the past, I had not been able to sit in the meditation position, no matter how hard I tried. After eating that bowl of fire, my body became more flexible and I was able to sit in the double lotus meditation position. My gratitude to Master Li cannot be expressed in words!
I recognized the importance of awakening sentient beings by clarifying the truth behind the crackdown and persecution of Falun Dafa in China.
Initially, my illiteracy prevented me from writing down the names of people who wanted to quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). I wrote symbols and tried to recollect each name after returning home. With the help from fellow practitioners and Dafa's power, I managed to master the art of writing. I ventured out daily to clarify the facts and at one point at least 30 people decided to quit the CCP in one day. Besides venturing out into the city, I also visited construction sites to talk to the workers there.
I once carried a bag of Falun Dafa desk calendars to a relatively distant construction site. The security staff at the entrance blocked my way and asked why I was visiting the site. I politely replied that I was there to visit someone, and he let me in. I quickly ran to an area where many people were congregating and waved to a young man, asking him to come over. When he came over, I told him, “I have materials here that would be good for you to read and keep you safe. Please take a look!" By this time, we had caught the attention of others, who also drifted over. I clarified the facts to them and they snapped up my entire sack of desk calendars.
Ten years ago, I was kidnapped and sent for a brainwashing class. Officers from the 610 Office forced me to watch videos filled with brainwashing propaganda. I begged Master Li to seal my ears, which prevented me from hearing the audio clearly. The section leader then demanded I sign my name and place my fingerprint on a letter, declaring my intent to give up practicing Falun Dafa. I firmly refused and the angry officer shouted, “Then leave!” I walked out of the brainwashing class, safe and sound, that same day!