Mingming's Dream

A Dafa practitioner in China: Mingming

I am 11 years old this year. When I was 7, my mom was diagnosed with leukemia. She had to go to the hospital six times that year. While my dad accompanied my mom to see the doctors, they left me with my grandmother. I was very lonely. Because of her illness, my mother used up all the money that we had; she also had to borrow a lot of money.

When I was 8 years old, my mother started practicing Falun Gong. Her body then got better and better each day. She never had to go to the hospital, get shots, take medicine, or borrow money to see the doctor anymore. My father and I also practiced Falun Gong with her. Our family lived in happiness.

At the very beginning of my cultivation, I could already see many scenes from other dimensions. Recently, I had a dream. I saw Teacher leading many practitioners up a staircase. All the practitioners had "Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance" written on their bodies. Also written on them was where they were from, and what attachments each had. Going higher up, only the "Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance" remained. And going even higher, the bodies of the practitioners had just swastika symbols. Some practitioners had many swastika symbols.

Some practitioners ascended very quickly and followed Teacher closely without missing one step. Some went up halfway, stopped, and fell down. Some just stood without moving.

When I reached the second floor of the stairs and set foot on it, I was shocked by electricity and then I fell. This happened to many other practitioners, too. There, I composed myself and then continued ascending. (In October 2000, I went to Tiananmen in Beijing with my parents to safeguard the Fa. After being sent back and detained in a police station, my parents were beaten up by policemen. All the money my mom had was stolen. The policemen had my school principal and teachers go to the police station. They coerced me not to practice Falun Gong. They said that I would not be allowed to go to school if I practiced again. At that time, my parents were both taken somewhere else, and I was scared and said that I would not practice anymore. I knew that Dafa was good and what I said to them was against my own will. I regretted it and knew that it was wrong.) No practitioner that ascended with Teacher would harm Dafa. Some practitioners were very good, but they fell down to the level of ordinary people because they undermined Dafa. Some fell into hell, and some were even completely eliminated. Those practitioners who stuck with Teacher were walking on lotus flowers and had their kasayas draped over their shoulders. Sparkling golden light was waiting for those practitioners who did not ascend to the top. I continued ascending. But when I got to the seventh level, I was again shocked and dropped. This time, Teacher's fashen came down and helped me. He told me that I needed to work more diligently, do the exercises more, and not be lazy. I answered that I would work harder by all means.

This time I saw policemen hitting practitioners with sticks, and kicking them. Then I saw the hell to which those people who beat Dafa practitioners had already descended. I saw a male policeman who beat practitioners get chopped in half by an ax, electrocuted, and then thrown into a river. Policemen who used electric batons to shock practitioners were hung with their heads touching the ceiling of a shed; burning coal around them grilled their bodies. There were also some corrupt government officials in hell receiving punishments: sowing the wind and reaping the whirlwind is true justice.

Above is a part of what I saw. I will certainly practice Dafa, stick by Teacher's side, and not disappoint Teacher's expectations.

Chinese version available at http://www.minghui.ca/mh/articles/2001/7/21/13716.html

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