(Minghui.org) I am a teacher in my 50s. I started practicing Falun Gong (also called Falun Dafa) in the spring of 1998. I would like to share with you about several of the miraculous experiences I've had and events I've witnessed.
After Being Diagnosed with Lymphoma, My Older Brother Recovers
Five or six years ago, my second eldest brother suffered from lymphoma, a type of cancer. The tumor compressed his nerves, and his legs became weak. Doctors from two hospitals in Harbin, the capital city of Heilongjiang Province, diagnosed him with lymphoma. We took his case materials to Beijing and consulted two experts, and the results confirmed the previous diagnoses.
I took several days of leave from work so that I could go visit him. My brother was a businessman for years, and he is very smart; nobody had been honest with him about the doctors' diagnoses, but he was able to guess that he was suffering from a serious disease. As a practitioner, I couldn't tell a lie, so I decided to say nothing about what illness he was suffering from.
Although my fellow practitioners and I had been trying to persuade him to take up Falun Gong, he was hesitant. I asked him, “Brother, do you feel that a hospital will be able to cure your disease?” He pondered for a while, then said sadly, “No, I don't think that any hospital would be able to cure me.” I again tried to persuade him, “So, since no hospital can cure you, why don't you try practicing Falun Gong?”
My mother and a younger sister, both Falun Gong practitioners, soon came to Harbin to visit him. We helped him to understand our cultivator's perspective on things such as the root cause of diseases, and we recounted many articles that we had read at Minghui.org describing miraculous stories about Falun Dafa. We also went over the staged self-immolation on Tiananmen Square and so on.
Finally, he took up reading the Zhuan Falun. My sister and I sat together and listened as he read aloud.
Soon my brother had a dream that Master [Li Hongzhi] put a big piece of black rubber on a big grain grinder. We explained to him that Master had started to remove his karma (a black substance seen from other dimensions) and to cure him.
Several days later, my brother lost all feeling in his lower body, and he couldn't take care of himself. My mother, sister, and I encouraged him to continue his belief in Falun Dafa and not give up. During that time, he did nothing but read Dafa books and listen to Master's Fa lectures.
About a month later, he was able to get out of bed on his own! Previously, the several doctors and experts that we consulted had all agreed that his disease was incurable. Later, he visited the hospital twice to be reexamined, and the results both times showed that he was in good health. He had recovered completely!
My sister-in-law (his wife) told me that now, whenever she travels on a bus or by car, she always recites to herself “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
“Falun Gong really is miraculous”
One day in my hometown, a man rushed out of a restaurant to greet me as I was passing by. I had clarified the truth to him a long time before. He said, “What you told me is true. Falun Gong really is miraculous!”
This is what he told me. He was transporting firewood home on a winter day, using a four-wheeler to traverse a narrow, rugged mountain road. There were ravines on either side of the path. Covered in snow, it was very slippery. As he was driving downhill, the brakes suddenly gave out, and his vehicle wobbled and bounced as it gained speed, bucking like a horse. It was then that he remembered what I had told him years prior: “In the face of danger, sincerely recite 'Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.' Then danger will be averted.”
He shouted “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” over and over again until he reached the bottom of the hill, safe and sound.
He was really scared afterward, and was very grateful to Master Li for helping him to escape unscathed. He never forgot this experience, and several years later when I ran into him again, he was still very excited about it. He kept telling me how great and compassionate Master is.
Master Repairs My Teeth
I was held in a forced labor camp for some time around the start of the persecution and was released in 2003. After being released, I did not immediately start practicing Dafa again. However, I knew that Master had not given up on me and that he was waiting for me to return. I wanted in my heart to resume my path of cultivation.
After a few months, I began reading Dafa books again. I spent as much time as I could studying them, because I knew that I had to make up for lost time.
One day, I suddenly had a toothache. I had never had a toothache before; it was extremely painful! That night, I dreamed that my mouth was as big as a house on the inside. Master was working in there, carrying a bag and using a tool to knock on my teeth one-by-one. He was repairing my teeth! When I woke up, all of the pain from my toothache was gone.
Later, I once again had a toothache, though it was not as severe as before. Again, I had the same dream, and again, I woke up without any pain in my mouth.
Since then, I have not had any pain in my mouth. Master repaired my teeth twice.
Master Protects Me and Helps Me Leave the Detention Center
In late August 2015, I was again detained in a local detention center for 15 days because I had filed complaints against Jiang Zemin, the former head of the CCP who launched the persecution of Falun Gong. Fellow practitioners who were detained with me said that we had better not sign the document that would be presented to us at the time of release, because it included words slandering Falun Gong. I thought to myself, “I'll take a close look at the words on the paper when they ask me to sign it.”
On the 15th day, when it was time for my release, the guards wouldn't let me leave because I refused to sign their document, but I did not let this shake my determination. That morning when I had woken up, the following words from Master's Fa were fresh in my mind:
“I am rooted in the universe. If anyone can harm you, he or she would be able to harm me. Put simply, that person would be able to harm this universe.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun)
This Fa paragraph surfaced on my mind again and again throughout the day. I thought to myself, “The universe is created by Master. What should this CCP detention center count for? It is Master who has the final say about whether I can leave or not.”
About an hour later, a policewoman took me downstairs, holding a piece of paper in her hand for me to sign; one of my sisters had come to pick me up and was waiting. I refused to sign, and I suggested that they talk to my sister and ask her to sign on my behalf. My sister didn't want to sign either and excused herself. Soon, I met her at the bottom of the stairs.
We followed the police to an office, where a policewoman insisted that I sign the paper on her desk. Another official worked with her to try and convince me to sign. They kept on trying to persuade me.
After a while, my sister got up and walked quickly towards the door; I got up too and followed close behind. At the moment there were about five officials in the office. It seemed that they were all fixed to their seats! They kept shouting “Sign it!” They wouldn't let us go, but they couldn't move either. My sister and I gently pushed the door open and left the office.
In the waiting room nearby, I talked for a couple of minutes with friends who waited there to pick me up. I knew that Master helped me to open the door so that I could leave the detention center.
Relatives Benefit from Falun Dafa
There have been several times that my family members benefited from my practice of Falun Gong.
One year, my daughter and my uncle's family of four traveled from Beijing to spend Chinese New Year with us. It was evening time while they were driving, and my uncle was unfamiliar with the road. Moreover, the road was covered with snow and very slippery. Their car fell into a ditch and was damaged, but everyone in the car was unharmed. My sister-in-law said to my daughter, “Your mother is a Falun Gong practitioner, so Master Li protected you all.”
Another time, my aunt took her six-year-old grandson to her hometown for a visit. At night, the little boy became frightened. He said that bad things were staring at him, and he would not stop crying. The adults couldn't see anything that he described, and they began to get worried. I gave the boy a Dafa keepsake with the words “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” on it and he wore it around his neck. He was all right after that, and everyone was amazed and said Dafa is really miraculous.
