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My Life Is Fulfilled in Dafa
By a new practitioner from Mainland China
(Clearwisdom.net) About 10 years ago I saw the book Zhuan Falun
at a high school classmate's home. I was quite attracted to it after just
reading a few pages. I didn't then have any idea about cultivation. I just felt
that it was a very interesting book and the contents were a brand new territory
for me. The next day I learned the five sets of exercises from my classmate, and
then I went to the practice site. I was a very introverted person. Some things had puzzled me for a long time.
The first day I went to the practice site, just as I started the second
exercise, I immediately felt that there was a knot inside my heart. It was a
very real kind of knot, not imaginary. The knot surprisingly broke into pieces
after a "pa" sound. My heart was instantly released, and my whole body
was relaxed. After the exercises I felt how amazing it was that things that had
puzzled me for a year simply vanished into thin air. Within a little over a
month after that, I went to the practice site almost every day. Sometimes I
brought my mother, too. Later, my high school classmate, the only practitioner I knew at the time,
relocated to another place. Both of us had read the book just once and only did
the exercises. Usually we competed to see who could sit in the cross-legged
position longer and who could hold the Falun Standing Stance longer. We neither
re-read the book nor improved our xinxing. We thought that giving an
old lady a little help on the street and no longer being greedy for the little
advantages in life would be enough to be a practitioner. Because of not studying
the Fa I didn't see the profound connotation of Dafa and my xinxing
didn't improve. Moreover, because of my introverted character and not being
outgoing enough to make friends, I didn't get help from other practitioners. I
didn't realize the superiority and significance of Dafa cultivation. After
continuing like this for a month like this for a month, I couldn't endure doing
the exercises in the ice-cold mornings and gradually gave up. Nevertheless, I
indeed had the thought, "Such a good exercise! I will practice it again
after I retire." Nearly ten years passed. In those ten years I graduated from a university and
moved to Beijing. The persecution of Falun Gong that began in 1999 confused me. I believed the
lies on television. I accidentally saw a "white paper" while riding a
bus in 2003. The paper contained information about Dafa and told how it had been
awarded proclamations around world. It also included information on how Jiang
and other evil Party members were being sued over the persecution of Falun Gong.
My mind took a turn, "Oh, the facts are actually like this!" Although
I had not gotten the real facts of the Tiananmen Square Self-immolation incident
at that time, this time I actually really began to understand more. The
so-called Tiananmen Square Self-immolation had significantly polluted my mind. That year when I took the train to my hometown, I discussed Falun Gong with
the other passengers. Although I couldn't say too much, since I didn't know the
facts about the self-immolation, I was quite confident and said loudly, "Falun
Gong is definitely being treated unjustly. Think about it: one person could be
misled; it is unlikely that a hundred million people are misled. Only something
good could attract that many people." The passengers agreed that it made
sense. In 2004 I experienced some serious personal issues and career problems.
Moreover, my deeply beloved mother became seriously ill and once lost
consciousness. By then I started to wonder about the meaning of life. Coincidentally, a new roommate who had a religious background moved in. She
did everything possible to persuade me to also believe what she believed. We
started to debate because many topics had to do with cultivation. In the end I
couldn't stop recalling Falun Gong, and the kind of purity and auspiciousness
that had awakened me nearly ten years earlier. It instantly reminded me of the
book Zhuan Falun that I had read only once. It reminded me in particular
of virtue and the transformation of karma. At that time I really sprouted a strong will to practice, but under such an
evil environment in Beijing, where could I find a fellow practitioner? I was
really eager, really did not know what to do and hence did the sitting
meditation in bed every night. I could recall how to do the gesture of Jieyin
and sat there for 30 to 40 minutes. Then I experienced a miracle. I went to the Beijing University campus for a
walk and saw a person doing the exercises inside a quiet garden. I was
immediately attracted by the once-familiar movements. Wasn't it Falun Gong that
I longed for? I followed him and mimicked the exercises. But he probably
misunderstood my inexplicable actions, and he walked away. While I missed this opportunity, our merciful Master arranged a second chance
for me. That high school classmate who had not gotten in touch with me for 10
years surprisingly got my phone number and called me. I let her tell me the
facts of the self-immolation over the phone and told her I really wanted to
study the Fa. She didn't hesitate to take the risk to mail me the hand-written,
reproduced articles page by page. Finally, she flew to Beijing. Holding the treasured book, I read it eagerly.
During the weekend I read it for two whole days and nights at home. During the
day when I went out or took the bus, I listened to the recorded lectures. When I
saw the sentence "Melt Into the Fa" I didn't know how much I could
understand, yet I asked myself not to separate from the Fa except for when I
slept. Walking on the street I let myself assimilate into the auspicious Buddha
Fa. That kind of one body, peaceful feeling is really hard to describe. That classmate brought me many truth clarification materials. Having seen
veteran disciples' diligent states and their brave actions in difficult
situations to validate the Fa moved me to tears again and again. "These
veteran disciples are doing so well. I really fell behind." My classmate soon returned to the south. I became more diligent on my own. My
xinxing improvement was as fast as a running train at that time. It
didn't take too much effort to go through the difficult blockages and very
quickly I felt as if I were reborn. One night during sleep I felt I was
fluttering in the air and saw white fog all around. I bought a printer and a VCD burner and started to do truth
clarification materials. I had no idea how to break through the blockade.
That classmate helped me to contact a practitioner in Shenzhen who taught me
step by step how to break through the Internet blockade. When I got on the
Minghui (Clearwisdom) website for the first time and saw all sorts of touching
stories, I was really moved to tears. In the end I was choked with sobs. I was
deeply moved by those veteran disciples' righteous thoughts and righteous
actions. It also encouraged me to hold my faith firm and not disappoint Master. By following the instructions I made informational materials. Basically I
clarified the facts wherever I went. In the beginning I didn't know how to
answer questions such as, "What is Falun Gong?" Gradually I was able
to clarify the facts logically and reasonably. Some people would sincerely say,
"Thank you" after they understood the facts. One cab driver shook my
hand and expressed his gratitude repeatedly. Usually I would personally hand the materials to others and also urge them to
"read about it." I could feel Master's merciful protection at all
times, reminding me about safety, preventing me from dangerous situations again
and again. Once when I was reading a Dafa book on a train, a passenger noticed
and called out loud. The entire compartment was in a tumult, and a policeman who
was on a business trip was alerted. He fiercely ordered me to put the book away;
otherwise I would have to take the consequences. In the beginning I wanted to
cry from sadness, until I clarified the facts and finally got everyone's silent
approval. The policeman surprisingly also inquired of me what Falun Gong is
about and let me talk about it in detail. When the policeman got off the train,
my hands were still holding my book. Although I am virtually practicing alone, I always feel as if Master is
nearby and I don't feel lonely. In fact, I feel very fulfilled. Practitioners'
experience sharing articles on the Minghui website have become my best friends.
They always remind me to be diligent and to learn from veteran disciples. I know I don't have much to share on my practice path, not having any
touching or glorious experiences. On the other hand, taking such a long pause in
my cultivation has made me feel very repentant. I deeply understand my
significant mission and will strive to fulfill it. Moving forward on Master's
arranged path, my life is fulfilled in Dafa and everything will be in it. 12/08/2005 |