(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner who obtained Falun Dafa in 1997, and I make Dafa truth-clarification informational materials for fellow practitioners to distribute.
As the pandemic continues to spread in China, more roads are closed, and the practitioners in rural areas have a hard time going anywhere. Usually, we deliver the Dafa informational brochures and booklets to a certain location. However, with road closures, practitioners couldn't get out of their villages. So, we couldn't meet each other.
I studied the Fa at home, and thought: “I can’t ask others how to handle this situation. I must figure out a way to deliver the materials to practitioners in rural areas. We have a responsibility to awaken the conscience of sentient beings in those areas.”
Therefore, at 8:10 p.m., we set off carrying the materials. Most sections of the road were closed, and people from local villages and towns were patrolling the areas at night. We had to stay away from paved roads and had to traverse rough terrain such as cornfields, which were difficult to walk through. There were also deep trenches on the mountain, some were three to four meters deep, and some were six or seven meters deep, and all were difficult to traverse.
There was very heavy fog one day, and I could only see two meters in front of me even with a flashlight. Eventually, we became lost. My clothes were wet, and my shoes and trousers were muddy. I almost fell into a ditch, and was very tired. I sat on the roadside and rested for a while, and I didn't feel like getting up.
I silently recited Master's poem:
“A Great Enlightened One fears no hardshipHaving forged an adamantine willFree of attachment to living or dyingHe walks the path of Fa-rectificationconfident and poised”("Righteous Thoughts and Righteous Actions", Hong Yin Vol. II, translation A)
Then, I recited the phrases "Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good," and asked Master to reinforce me.
Master protected us. We walked in a large circle, and a miracle happened. We fumbled our way to the bottom of the mountain and found three paths in front of us. Under the guidance of our Master, we chose one of them, which turned out to be the way to a practitioner's home.
It was 1:40 a.m. when we got to the practitioner's place. Although I was very tired, I felt no regret. The local practitioners now had the materials, and sentient beings in the area could learn the truth.
After taking a short break, I was a little scared when I thought about going back. My feet still hurt, my legs were heavy, but I just gritted my teeth and went.
I recited Master's poem in my mind:
“My journey, nonstop, whisks through dust and windAll manner of evil are purged, all manner of life bornWith great pains and care, deep-running grudges are undoneTaking in the scenery, light at heart—‘tis a luxury I have not” ("Unobservant", Hong Yin Vol. II, translation A)
I kept reciting Master's poem while walking home. In the end, I couldn't walk anymore, and called my family to pick me up with an electric bike. It was half past six in the morning when I got home.
I really suffered a lot that time to deliver the Dafa materials. I obviously felt the interference by the old forces, but more importantly, Master's constant care.
