PureInsight | May 21, 2025
[PureInsight.org] I am a Dafa disciple who began cultivating in Dafa in 2009. I’m seventy-one years old now. When I think about my cultivation journey, there are so many stories over these past ten-plus years. Yet, when I pick up the pen, I don’t know where to begin.
Before practicing Dafa, I was constantly sick. I had stomach problems, rheumatoid arthritis, breast hyperplasia, cervical spondylosis—you name it, I had it. In short, my whole body was riddled with illness. I had taken countless medications, but nothing worked. I attended various qigong classes and even converted to Buddhism; but none of it helped. The last straw came on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month in 2009, when a friend took me to a health retreat, I returned home on the fifteenth, and suddenly my whole body gave out—I couldn’t sit, couldn’t stand, and couldn’t lie down. I was like a paralyzed person.
The sixteenth day of the first lunar month in 2009 was a day I would never forget. My family owned a small factory, and we reopened for business that day. A Dafa disciple who worked for us came to help out. He happened to bring a copy of Zhuan Falun with him. He said to me, “I’m not here to work—I came to save you. I can see that you are a kind person.” That evening, I picked up the Dafa book, Zhuan Falun. I hadn’t even read many pages when I started to feel relaxed the very next day. By the third and fourth days, I was walking with ease, like the wind was carrying me. My entire family witnessed the transformation in me—and so, they all came to believe in the goodness of Dafa as well.
Before I began practicing Dafa, I once had a vivid dream. I dreamt that I was wandering in a gloomy, underworld-like place. There were men and women, young and old—some wore hats, others had towels on their heads. I wandered there all night. Eventually, people lined up in a long queue. At a corner of the road, there was a large jar, and everyone was being made to drink some kind of soup. I was in the line too. When I got close to the soup, a woman suddenly pulled me aside and said, “You can’t drink this.” She pointed westward, where a wall stood, and on it appeared a window size book —the Book of Life and Death. My name was at the very end of the top row on the second page. She said, “Look, your name has already been erased.” When I focused and looked closely, not only had my name been crossed out, I also saw four large golden characters: "achieve meteoric success".
Another time, after lunch, I picked up Zhuan Falun and started reading. I dozed off while reading and heard Master calling my name, “Have you memorized the previous section yet?” I suddenly woke up and saw Master’s tall and majestic figure. I realized that Master was reminding me to memorize “On Dafa (Lunyu)”. Then I asked my granddaughter to help me look at the book while I was memorizing it. Three days later, I had it memorized.
There was another time when I had to pass a xinxing (mind-nature) test. One evening, I started showing symptoms of a cold and fever. My daughter-in-law called a doctor. The doctor prepared a syringe with medication and insisted on giving me an injection. I firmly refused. I knew it was an illusion—Dafa disciples do not have illness. In the end, the doctor left angrily. I then started doing the exercises. While practicing, I had to keep going to the bathroom. After finishing the exercises, I went to sleep. The next morning, I was completely fine—nothing was wrong at all.
There was another time when I faced a xinxing test—and I didn’t pass it. I was taking care of my son’s child in the city. My daughter-in-law had invited her cousin to stay with us on weekends while she attended technical school nearby. Our apartment was small and not easy to accommodate everyone. Her cousin and I shared a bunk bed. During the day, I was busy taking care of the child. At night, I needed time to study the Fa, do the exercises, and send forth righteous thoughts. But everything felt chaotic, and I couldn’t calm my mind. Young people loved to play on their phones, which made me even more unsettled and distracted.
I failed to maintain my xinxing, and my demon-nature took advantage. I ended up throwing the phone and even smashed a pot. I knew deep down that, as a practitioner, I should follow the principles of Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance. This was clearly my own fault—it was all due to my own karma. That night in my sleep, I saw a giant pillar. Its tip was shaped like a gourd, and a sign about one meter long hung horizontally from it. On the sign were four large, radiant golden characters: "Tian Chun Zheng Ran". I realized that although there were just four words, their meaning was profound—too deep to fully express in human language. I understood that I must keep correcting myself, purifying my mind, and become free of attachments. Only by removing all kinds of desires, attachments, and emotions can I truly elevate.
There was also another time when I was watching something on my phone. I had fallen asleep with the phone in my hand, and I clearly heard someone saying in my ear: “Side talk leads you astray”. I realized that what I was watching on my phone were fringe things, not the true cultivation. It was far, far from the true cultivation during the Fa-rectification period. Although I was looking for something related to the cultivation, it was a reminder: don’t rely on or indulge in the phone. We are cultivating the real Fa. I must let go of my attachment to the phone and stop letting it interfere with me. Now that we are at the final stage of Fa-rectification cultivation, I must be diligent in true cultivation—genuinely stepping out of being human and walking the path toward the divine.
Chinese version: https://www.zhengjian.org/node/296172
