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Witnessing Dafa's Miracles in the Five Months Since I Began to Practice Falun Dafa Presented at the 2006 US West Autumn Falun Dafa Cultivation Experience Sharing Conference, San Francisco By a practitioner from San Francisco
(Clearwisdom.net) Greetings, great and benevolent Master. Greetings, fellow practitioners. I became aware of Falun Gong when Falun Gong practitioners appealed at
Zhongnanhai on April 25, 1999. Later, The Epoch Times debuted. I read it
every day. I regarded it as a very good newspaper. Occasionally, I'd miss
getting the newspaper when I was busy with something else, but my husband would
always bring a copy home for me. Since then I've formed a strong tie with the
newspaper. This February I had an opportunity to read Zhuan Falun. I
was immediately fascinated by the principles in the book. Although there were
things that I didn't understand, my feeling then was that everything I'd been
searching for in my life was in the book. I liked the book very much, but I was
hesitant to walk away from church to practice Falun Gong. I'd already changed
religious practices four times. On March 9 the news about how the evil CCP was harvesting organs from living
Falun Gong practitioners was disclosed to the world. I was stunned. Having lived
in Mainland China for 46 years I know the wicked Communist Party all too well,
but I never imagined that the CCP would dare to extract organs from Falun Gong
practitioners, especially living ones. This is the most brutal crime on earth. I
became so infuriated that I started crying. As I cried I started telling this
news to my husband. This nice American man couldn't imagine such evil could
exist in Mainland China. He shook his head and kept saying, "It's so
terrible" On March 31 I went back to Shenyang seeking medical treatment. I knew there
was a secret concentration camp for organ harvesting in the Sujiatun District of
Shenyang City. Taxi drivers normally have pretty good information, so I thought
they might know something about this. I had several conversations with taxi
drivers on the subject. One driver said, "This isn't news anymore, who
doesn't know?" Another said, "This stuff is many years old." A
third asked me with a smile, "You must not be from Shenyang. Why do you
only ask about that old stuff?" Based on what they said it's obvious that
this barbaric crime has been going on for a while. I received high-pressure oxygen therapy in a hospital for 14 days. My
treatment group included eight people. Among us, one man was referred to as the
"head of department at the provincial level." For some reason he said
hello to everyone but me. In fact he always ignored me. One day during our brief
free time before the therapy started, the person who accompanied the
departmental head said, "That Falun Gong, after practice they don't even
want to live anymore, and they wanted to set themselves on fire." At the
time, even though I hadn't started practicing Falun Dafa, I couldn't tolerate
such words. I immediately responded, "None of you should believe those lies
about the self-immolation incident. The government staged that to make Falun
Gong look bad." The head of the department didn't say anything after
hearing my words. The next day he greeted me warmly when he came in. I asked him
with a smile, "Everyone calls you 'head of the department.' Which
department do you work for?" He didn't answer me specifically, but he said
he was with the judicial branch. Judging from his attitude change I could tell
that he must have known the truth about the self-immolation. One day a new patient arrived. When I discovered that he was a policeman that
worked at the Masanjia Forced Labor Camp I asked him about the Falun Gong
practitioners there. He said, "We used to have many practitioners detained
at our facility, but later they were all transferred somewhere else.
"Transferred where? Do you know?" I followed him to ask more details.
He seemed to suddenly think of something, "Why are you asking these
questions?" I had to make up a reason. "A friend of my sister is a
Falun Gong practitioner. Now no one knows where she's detained." The
policeman stared at me for a while and then left without saying another word. I
know many practitioners were detained there a few years before, but now there
aren't any. He said they were all transferred somewhere else. Where could they
be? I thought they must have been transferred to secret concentration camps like
Sujiatun; many of them might have been killed for their organs. Before I began practicing Falun Gong I suffered from serious rheumatism,
hypertension, gastric disease, sleep disorder, and constipation. Beginning in
2001 I had to go back to Mainland China every year to see doctors. Some years I
had to go back twice, but none of my diseases improved at all or even
stabilized. This year I went to see a folk doctor. After taking traditional
Chinese medicine for more than 20 days I was feeling a lot better. On April 27 I
came back in good health. Who knew that by May 7 all my diseases would recur? Moreover, they were more
severe than before. This time I really experienced what it's like when people
say: "Disease can strike a human with a force that can move a
mountain." I was truly lost, not knowing what to do. How could I go on
living like this? I asked myself while I cried, "Is there anything else
left for me to do but cry?" It was then that I thought of Falun Gong, but I
remembered that it was stated very clearly in Zhuan Falun, "If you
come to learn the practice and this Dafa with various pursuits, you will not
learn anything." I asked myself, "Isn't trying to cure disease a
pursuit?" So I gave up the idea of practicing Falun Gong. By May 18 I was tormented so badly by these diseases that I saw no way out. I
called a number on the Falun Dafa website and said, "I want to practice
Falun Gong." That afternoon a practitioner came to my home with many Dafa
books and videotapes of Teacher's lectures. She also taught me how to do the
exercises. That night, while I listened to Teacher's lecture, without any
intention I found that everywhere I looked I saw Teacher's Buddha-image. The
image appeared on the ceiling, the walls, everywhere. After a while they all
disappeared, and then later on they showed up again. When I first read Zhuan
Falun I knew that miracles could happen in the cultivation process, but I
never expected they would happen to me in such a short period of time. I was so
stunned by the sudden phenomenon that I almost stopped breathing I didn't yet
realize that I'd already obtained the Fa. As I listened to Teacher's lecture at 7:20 a.m. on the morning of May 29
another miracle occurred. A big Buddha-image of Teacher appeared on the ceiling;
it lasted about three seconds. Because of my experience a few days before I was
calmer this time, and I was more determined to cultivate. After I woke up on the morning of May 31 I felt different than I ever had
before. After I got out of bed I discovered that all of my diseases had
disappeared. My body was as light as a teenager's. In the face of this
earth-shaking overnight change I had to believe that everything was real, but
still I pinched my arm and leg to convince myself it wasn't just a dream.
Suddenly I'd become another person. I felt that I was no longer myself. Then I
began to realize what Teacher had done for me. Every day for the next month I
felt as though I was living in a dream. I cried and cried and cried... No words
can describe the feeling when one's heart is moved so deeply. Free from the torture of my former diseases, my heart began to calm down. I
made a vow before Teacher's Buddha-image, "Teacher, I am truly cultivating
now. Whatever you tell me to do, I will do it." Because I can't drive, I
take public transportation to San Francisco's Chinatown to distribute
truth clarification materials. The travel time back and forth can
easily be two or three hours. During the first few days I only managed to
distribute 50 or 60 copies. I said to myself, "How could this be
acceptable? So few copies!" I started trying to shout as I distributed the
papers. I shouted, "Falun Dafa is good." Meanwhile, I held the
newspaper above my head. I smiled, called out, and distributed the newspapers.
That smile was coming from the bottom of my heart, it was something I could
never conceal. This method was quite effective. I was able to distribute many
more papers. During the rally celebrating 12 million Chinese quitting the CCP I stood up
to speak. Although at the time I'd only been practicing for a month I wanted to
use my experiences to validate the Fa. As I spoke, people in the square who were
hostile or had misunderstandings about Dafa all listened carefully to the
miracles that had happened to me. I believe that Dafa entered their hearts at
that moment. When I first began cultivation I made phone calls to my old friends and
classmates in Mainland China and asked them to withdraw from the CCP. Some said
they'd read the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party on
the Internet, but they didn't care because they didn't think there was anything
to it. Some said they couldn't do it, and some made negative comments. I
certainly understood their fears, but I was still a bit irritated. One day I
made a comment in front of a fellow practitioner, "No matter how many lives
are to be destroyed in Mainland China, those people deserve it." Soon after
I said it I regretted it. That night while I studied the Fa I read
"Teaching the Fa in the City of Chicago." Teacher said, "This is
what the history has entrusted you with." My eyes stopped at this sentence.
Suddenly I felt I was so terrible. My words were not those of a cultivator. If
an average person had heard me he would ask, "Why would a Falun Gong
practitioner say something like that?" Was I a discredit to the Fa? I felt
terrible in my heart. In the face of Teacher's great benevolent compassion I was
ashamed. Now that my body has been purified, my attachments are also being constantly
removed. One time at a Fa-rectification booth a fellow practitioner was in a
hurry and criticized me. Although I didn't show my unhappiness, in my heart I
was a bit angry. I thought, "How could you treat me like that?" After
I went home I randomly opened a Dafa book, and I happened to see Teacher's words
about how Dafa disciples don't tolerate criticism, and suddenly all my tiredness
left me. I felt like I'd awakened from a deep sleep. I almost cried and said,
"Teacher, you are so compassionate. When you see me do something wrong, you
point it out to me right away." This may not seem like a big deal, but it
is engraved in my mind. Another attachment I had was shopping. Whether I made a purchase or not, I
enjoyed shopping very much. Normally I'd go shopping by myself. My husband is
off work on the weekends and he takes me shopping, and he sits in a coffee shop.
Since I began practicing Falun Dafa I suddenly lost all interest in shopping.
Now, whenever my husband is off work he still takes me to shopping centers, but
I no longer do any shopping; instead I pass out truth clarification materials in
the parking lot. I greatly appreciate our great and benevolent Teacher, who
always encourages me whenever I make a little improvement in my xinxing.
Teacher has also allowed me to see into other dimensions, which makes me believe
in Dafa all the more. Thanks, Teacher. Thanks, fellow practitioners. Posting date: 1/11/2007 |