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My Life Was Given By Dafa (Part 1)

November 24, 2011 |   By Xian Zhi, a practitioner in Northeast China

(Clearwisdom.net) Excerpt: Eventually, I didn't even have the strength to sit up. I hadn't changed my clothes for a year and wore my clothes, shoes and hat day and night. I was unable to look after myself and depended entirely on my mother to help me use the bathroom. I used to take over a dozen different pills daily. I was very picky with my food before I became ill, but now, I ate whatever people said was good for curing my illnesses. I even drank a basinful of pig bile-- which only caused more illness. I discovered the wonder of Falun Dafa from my younger sister. After my sister had practiced Falun Gong for seven days, I decided that I also wanted to practice cultivation. On the very first day I began practicing Falun Gong, I was able to stop all my medication, and my health improved with each passing day. On the seventh day, I washed all my clothes for the first time in years, and I began a complete and healthy personal hygienic routine as well. I was a helpless wreck from being very sick and bedridden for three years, but I gained a new lease on life after practicing Falun Gong for only seven days.

– By the author

Greetings, great compassionate Master!
Greetings, fellow practitioners!

A Helpless Wreck after Being Seriously Ill for Three Years; Gaining a New Lease on Life Only Seven Days after Practicing Falun Gong

I used to be deeply poisoned by the false logic of the wicked Chinese Communist Party (CCP). I was a teenager during the Cultural Revolution. Starting from the third grade, we weren't allowed to study the standard textbooks, but instead, we read, memorized, or sang all CCP-content. My life was full of frustration; there were so many times that I called out to the heavens, “Why don't good people receive good things?” I longed for a happy life.

My husband and I had very different personalities. He was short-tempered, used profanity, and beat me regularly. I was often badly bruised from his beatings. In 1995, due to many years of disappointment and constant resentment in life, I fell ill. I suffered from hepatitis, gall bladder inflammation, pancreatitis, enlargement of the spleen, renal tuberculosis, ulcers, heart inflammation, and migraines. One day, my husband slapped my face, causing an inner ear injury. My body was covered with injuries. My husband once pushed me to the ground, fracturing two of my ribs. After that, I became ill and couldn't work anymore.

One day, I was waiting for an injection at a clinic when I fell asleep. In my dream, I saw a lot of Buddha statues the size of a full person, sitting on the river. Among them, there was one very special Buddha. After I woke up, I told the doctor about my dream. The doctor said that seeing a Buddha in your dream was a good omen. I felt very pleased upon hearing this, so I said, “Does this mean that I'm not going to die?”

Even after I became ill, my husband kept making me angry on a daily basis, as usual. As a result, my illness was getting worse. My mother was 72 years old, but she still needed to take care of me. I lost my source of income and my husband simply discarded me. After I left, he brought another woman into my home. My 17-year-old son began working to earn money to help cover my medical expenses. My 15-year-old daughter also worked at a shop as an apprentice. They were born into this kind of family environment, and had to take care of themselves. At first, I could still walk and go on my own to pick up medicine. I went to the hospital frequently, and each time that I bought a bottle of medicine, I wished that it would be my last bottle and visit. My son's salary was only 500 yuan, which wasn't enough to cover my medical expenses. Later, my son went back to my hometown to start a business; my life then became even more hopeless.

I placed my hopes on my daughter, and asked her to find some kind of job, however, the shop she worked at as an apprentice didn't want her to leave. The shop owner offered her 200 yuan a month, which was very low. She saved for four months in order to buy me a physio-therapeutic instrument, which I used day and night. However, the skin on my stomach was burned since I left it on for too long. The skin looked like it had been pecked by a chicken, and yellowish liquid oozed out from the wounds. Eventually, I didn't have the strength to sit up. I hadn't changed my clothes for a year and wore my clothes, shoes, and hat all day and night. I was unable to look after myself and depended entirely on my mother to help me use the bathroom. I used to take over a dozen different pills daily. I was very picky with my food before I became ill, but now, I ate whatever people said was good for curing my illnesses. I even drank a basinful of pig bile-- which only caused more illness. I heard that eating live eel could reduce jaundice, so for my survival, I just closed my eyes and swallowed the eels, one after the other. During this three-year period of illness, I swallowed two to three basins of eels. Everything that I tried just wasn't helping. I asked myself, “Should I die like this, and when will this life in hell end?”

Other problems occurred as well. My younger sister also fell ill due to pleural effusion (water in the lungs), so she also moved into my mother's home (who was divorced). She shared the room with me, and her health too was deteriorating. In the cold, biting winter, she lay on the concrete stairs outside the house with her stomach exposed, since that was the only way she felt better. The passersby thought that she was suffering from mental illness. My elderly mother had to take care of two very sick daughters. The neighbors were quite worried for my mother. It was simply one disaster after another.

One day in 1998, my sister saw some Falun Gong practitioners demonstrating the five sets of exercises at a small park not far from where we lived. She was struck by the words on a banner which read, “The never-degenerated Vajra body.” She mentioned it to me, but I was unmoved. I was brainwashed by the CCP ideology, so I didn't believe that anything like that could be true. After I became sick, five people tried to convert me to Christianity, but I refused. The day that my sister went to the practice site in an attempt to learn the exercises was pretty warm, but she wore a very dirty jacket, so the practitioners thought that she might have mental problems. They asked her a few questions to determine if she was capable of practicing.

After she returned from the practice site, she announced that she had decided to stop all her medication. I was very surprised, because she'd never skipped even one dosage before. I thought that maybe I'd believe her if she was still okay without medication for 24 hours. The following day, my sister got out of the bed and walked in and out of the house-- just like a normal person. She helped my mother with some housework, and even carried and emptied a bucket of water outside the house. I was really surprised, and felt that this was truly miraculous. She took an ax and chopped a spirit tablet that she bought after she became ill into pieces, since it utilized demons of foxes, weasels, ghosts and snakes for healing. I was surprised yet again, since only a healthy person could lift that ax. I witnessed the power of Falun Dafa.

After my sister had practiced Falun Gong for seven days, I told her that I also wanted to practice cultivation. Since I hadn't been out of the house for over a year, I was afraid that I might not be able to practice, but Teacher saw my willingness to practice cultivation, and arranged a group Fa study across from my house that night. I walked out of my house with difficulty, and begged Teacher to help me to get to the venue (I'd listened to Teacher's lectures that my sister brought back home). At the time, I suffered from general edema, and my stomach was swollen like a pregnant woman's. Seeing other practitioners sitting in the full lotus position, I tried to imitate them. I was sweating all over, but eventually, I was able to sit in the full lotus position. This was the very first time that I'd stepped onto the path of cultivation practice. After the Fa study was over, I went back home. It was very windy, but it didn't bother me, even with all the sweat. I used to catch cold easily from being so weak.

I didn't take any medicine, and neither did I use the physio-therapeutic instrument from the first day I started doing the exercises. My health improved with each passing day. On the third day, even though my eyes were closed, I saw the book Zhuan Falun floating in front of me; then it flew away after a few seconds. I understood that Teacher wanted me to get the book. On the fifth day, I was standing at the practice site and closed my eyes, when I saw a ray of red light circle my head four or five times. I understood that Teacher was purifying my brain. On the seventh day, I washed all my clothes for the first time in years, and I began a complete and healthy personal hygienic routine as well. I was a helpless wreck after being seriously ill and bedridden for three years, but gained a new lease on life after practicing Falun Gong for only seven days. I was grateful to Teacher for saving my life. Our lives were given back to us by Dafa. My mother said with joy, “Thank you Teacher! Teacher is wonderful! He saved the lives of my two daughters.”

Through studying the Fa, I began to realize that spreading Dafa was not for curing illnesses, but for purifying practitioners' bodies, enabling them to practice cultivation. I also learned that there were high xinxing requirements for practitioners. I decided to practice cultivation, so I studied the Fa, did the exercises, spread the Falun Dafa teachings and took part in the local experience sharing conference. I joined a group exercise with thousands of people participating-- the scene was spectacular.

I had struggled in misery my whole life, and hovered between life and death for three years before I found the true meaning of life. I discovered the reason for coming into this world, and why I'd suffered so much. All these unanswered questions were quickly resolved. Thereafter, my life was relaxed, enriched, and full of happiness that I'd never experienced before.

My whole family witnessed the miracle of Falun Dafa, from the benefits that my sister and I had received. Subsequently, over twenty of them began cultivation practice. Additionally, several neighbors also started to practice Falun Gong. One morning when I went to a park to do the five sets of exercises, it was extremely cold and my fingers became numb. I felt nauseous while doing the second exercise position “Holding the Wheel Above the Head,” however, I continued and finished the exercise. On my return trip home, my fingers were so frozen that I couldn't even take off my gloves. After a while, I was finally able to take off my gloves but my fingers were in extreme pain. A little later, they functioned properly as if nothing had happened. There was no sign of frostbite. A non-practitioner's fingers might have been damaged. Falun Dafa is really wonderful!

After some time, my son came to take me back home from my mother's house. I was a bit reluctant to leave the cultivation environment, but then thought that this might be an arrangement by Teacher for me to go home to spread Falun Gong, so I went back with my son. He knew that his father had been in a relationship with another woman for three years, so I was unable to return home. He rented a small house for me. At first, I didn't know if there was a practice site nearby, so I practiced by myself at home. Later, I heard about a site which was far away from home. I started practicing the exercises at 5:00 a.m., and went to the practice site after finishing the fifth exercise (meditation). I also found the local Fa study group. I studied the Fa and did the exercises daily, went to the countryside to spread the Fa and guided new practitioners to study the Fa and in doing the exercises. I felt entirely free from worry, and was happy.

(to be continued)