PureInsight | May 31, 2022
[PureInsight.org] I would like to share about a magical thing I encountered at our practice site 20 years ago to validate Dafa.
In 1998, I was lucky to have found Falun Dafa. At that time I was in my twenties, and I was an office worker. I would persist in studying the Fa every night, but I seldom practiced the exercises. I would go to the practice site to practice with other practitioners on weekends. One day at the end of the year, I opened a Dafa book and saw Master's picture. He looked at me sternly, as if I had done something wrong. I immediately understood that it was because I didn't exercise properly for a long time. That night, an aunt I knew at the practice site (we live nearby each other) suddenly came to my house and specially reminded me to practice the exercises every day. I thought that the New Year was just around the corner, so I made up my mind to practice the exercises every day from the New Year.
In the spring of 1999, it was quite warm. I went to the practice site every evening. The practice site was in the provincial stadium, which was close to my home, so it was very convenient. There were mainly elderly practitioners at the practice site, with very few young people. Practitioners started the exercises at about six o'clock. I was late almost every day. When I arrived each time, everyone had already started doing the exercises.
Whenever I arrived at the practice site, I always felt that there were a lot of people doing the exercises, and the scene was quite spectacular. However, after finishing the exercises, I looked again and felt confused. Why aren't there many people here? I experienced this many times, again and again. Then I started to feel that maybe my feeling was a result of my lack of faith in Dafa by thinking this way? So I simply didn't think about it anymore.
One night I went to the practice site, and was of course late again. As usual, I saw many people doing the exercises. The back of an old man in the last row made a deep impression on me. He wore a blue and white plaid shirt tucked into his trousers, with a gray vest worn over his shirt, and a gray bowler hat on his head. He had a thin figure, and a straight back. He had a spirit of vigor about him, was very well mannered, and looked like an artist. At that time, I thought I want to talk to this elderly man after the exercises. I stood at the back next to that elderly man and practiced.
After finishing the exercises, everyone started to leave. I stood still, looking at that tall and thin elderly man. I figured if he turned his head, I'd say hello to him. I waited for the elderly man to turn his head. The elderly man stood still and looked into the distance with a smile for more than ten seconds. Suddenly, I heard a practitioner anxiously say, "I've lost my key." Several practitioners helped to look for the lost key on the ground. I wanted to say hello to the old man, so I didn't move, but looked down at the ground for a few seconds. When I looked up—the elderly man was gone. He was not in the crowd around me either. I felt it was a pity, yet incredible at the same time. How could he disappear like that in the blink of an eye?
Later on I read what Master said in “What is a Dafa Disciple” from Collected Fa Teachings, Vol. XI, “In the beginning, many people came to Dafa disciples’ practice sites. But nobody knew who some of them were, as they’d be gone in the blink of an eye after the exercises were over. Many a god truly wants to be a Dafa disciple, but cannot.”
Then I realized, what I saw was a god who came to the practice site.
Chinese version: http://big5.zhengjian.org/node/268537