(Minghui.org) Greetings Revered Master! Greetings fellow practitioners!

I’ve practiced Falun Dafa for over twenty-six years. Although I’m considered a veteran practitioner, I haven’t cultivated well and don’t have much to say. Nevertheless, practitioners encouraged me, so I decided to share some of my experiences.

My parents’ illnesses disappeared shortly after they began practicing, and our family basked in the grace of Dafa. Although I learned Falun Dafa at a young age, I didn’t really understand what the practice was about.

We practiced with the villagers at three in the morning and did the standing exercises twice. We listened to Master’s lectures or read Zhuan Falun in the evenings. I did that every single day. I believed the practice could help me return to my true self, and that I came here for Dafa.

The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched the persecution of Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999. I was in junior high school then, and the administrator wanted every student to sign a guarantee statement denigrating Dafa and pledging not to practice Falun Dafa.

I refused to sign, and the teacher had me go to her house for questioning. I told her, “I practice Falun Dafa, and practitioners are good people. Everything on the guarantee statement is false.”

She looked at me with great surprise and said, “Why are you practicing at such a young age?” I replied, “The practice helps people return to their true nature and go back to their real homes.”

Our neighbor reported us to the authorities shortly after, and the police searched our house. My father was forced to leave home, and I quit school to help my mother with farm work. Village leaders, policemen, and officers from the county 610 Office harassed us.

When they took my mother to the county brainwashing center, the police asked if I had anything to say. I was not afraid and replied, “Falun Dafa is a Buddha Fa and practitioners are good people. You should support our belief and let us practice freely.” Even though my parents were not around, my younger sister and I didn’t cry and took care of the house.

I biked about ten miles every week to a practitioner’s home to pick up Minghui Weekly for practitioners near me. One time, the police were waiting when I returned. Practitioners thought it wasn’t safe and too much work for me, so they taught me to go online and print the information.

Due to my limited experience, I kept having problems with the computer and the printer. Before the Chinese New Year, practitioners needed a lot of truth-clarification materials, but the computer and the printer weren’t working. I was anxious and didn’t know what to do, and nothing worked no matter what I tried.

I finally remembered to ask Master for help. So I held my palms together (in heshi) and asked him to help me with the computer and the printer. I then pressed a button on the computer and it began to boot, and the printer got connected as well. I burst into tears and thanked Master!

More than twenty years have passed, and I now have a family and children. Nonetheless, I’m not as diligent as before, and my attachments keep emerging.

When the pandemic broke out at the end of 2019, my face was covered with acne and blisters. It started around my nose and mouth, and then it spread all over my face, eyelids, and inside the nostrils. Yellow liquid oozed out. They would dry out a few days later and the skin started to shed, layer after layer, and then more blisters appeared. This went on for a year.

I thought it was because of the mask and didn’t realize it was due to my attachments. I even went to the doctor to get medications and tried different ointments, but none of them worked. It got worse and the blisters popped up under the eyelids and inside the mouth.

One night I dreamed of two eagles standing on the window sill. By then, my eyes were so swollen that I could barely keep them open. Practitioners sent forth righteous thoughts for me, and I studied the Fa, did the exercises, and searched inward.

I was shocked to find attachments to complacency, resentment, showing-off, lust, and the biggest problem was that I didn’t believe in Master and Dafa.

I threw away the ointments, let go of my human mindset, and followed the cultivation path arranged by Master. My body felt lighter the moment I made up my mind. I had another dream that night―the two eagles flew away. And the blisters on my face gradually disappeared.

Let’s be diligent! Don’t get lost amid the comfort of the human world and forget our historic vows.

(Selected submission in celebration of World Falun Dafa Day on Minghui.org)