PureInsight | October 14, 2002
I'm a housewife and will be fifty years old this year. My husband has been a Falun Gong practitioner for four or five years. Because of this, I also wanted to practice and I actually did start. However, since coming to Hong Kong more than ten years ago, I gradually developed a bad habit of not reading, not even newspapers. Still, I forced myself to read two pages of Zhuan Falun, the main text for the practice of Falun Gong, but then I stopped. As for doing the Falun Gong exercises, I quit after a little over a month. Two years later, I again intended to take up the practice. And again, I did not read Zhuan Falun, but I did practice the exercises at home after lunch. This time I lasted a whole total of forty days before I stopped altogether.
Another two years went by. What was it like for me during those two years? I had been an everyday person, of course, because I did not cultivate! As an everyday person, I would certainly not be exempted from the sufferings of birth, old age, sickness, and death. Sickness and pains troubled me the most. I remember a time when I was struck by five illnesses at once - stomach aches, arthritic pains, and toothaches. The stomach aches were particularly severe. Unlike other pains that only occurred intermittently, the stomach aches were continuous and almost on a daily basis. I frequently went to the doctors, and later was referred to major hospitals for X-rays and other examinations. Eventually I was diagnosed with two types of stomach tumors - a gastric tumor and a lymphoid tumor - and both were malignant. I needed immediate surgery to live. Before the operation, seeing me troubled by the illnesses, my husband again advised me to take up Falun Gong. This time I listened and started doing the exercises at home. I was still unwilling to go out and practice with others. I had only finished reading through Chapter Four before I went in for the operation. I took the book Zhuan Falun with me and planned to read it in my spare time. Because I read slowly, sometimes only five or six pages per day, it took me more than two months to read Zhuan Falun from cover to cover.
In June of this year, on the fourth day after my operation, I suddenly woke up at three in the morning. My consciousness was clear and I wasn't muddleheaded. I felt as if someone was pumping poisonous gas into my stomach with the intention of killing me. The whole process lasted for three hours. I was in a state of panic, not knowing what to do. All of a sudden, I sensed Master Li instructing me to go to the cupboard next to my bed, and I took out a Vita-soy beverage and drank it. Next, I took Zhuan Falun out of my bag and placed it on the pillow. When I turned to the first section of Chapter Five, a section devoted to the discussion of the Falun emblem, I saw the large srivatsa symbol in the middle of the Falun emblem shimmering, This was followed by the glistening of the four smaller srivatsa symbols and the four taiji patterns. A short while later, the Falun emblem flew into the air and gradually increased in size until it became the size of the Zhuan Falun book (about 21 cm in diameter). There was a loud noise like a clap of thunder, which continued for some time.
After the roaring noise stopped, the Falun emblem started to turn and the poisonous gas was sucked out from my stomach through my mouth. The gas then exited from the eight holes of the four taiji patterns with a squirting noise. Both of my hands vibrated with the noise and I sweated profusely. The whole process lasted for 25 minutes. Then I saw the Falun go into my abdomen and start to move up and down along my stomach, massaging and adjusting the wound. My stomach was very small since two-thirds of it had been removed during the surgery. It was a pleasant sensation. After a while, the Falun came out and did the same thing to the wound on the surface of my abdomen.
On the seventh or the eighth day after the operation, at about four o'clock in the afternoon, and with the stitches already removed, I told my husband that I was still afraid that someone would try to pump poisonous gas into my stomach. My husband told me not to worry, because we were under the protection of the Master. After reassuring me, he left the room to take a walk. A short while later, I saw the Falun appear again the same size as before. This time, however, it stayed and rotated above the front door of the room. It again sucked out the poisonous gas through my mouth. Coincidently, during that time my second daughter came to visit me. Upon seeing that I had my mouth opened wide without any intention of closing it, she said to me, " Mum, stop doing that, people will laugh at you if they see you!" When I heard this I wanted to close my mouth but was unable to do so, perhaps because there was more poisonous gas to be sucked out. Eventually, I was able to close my mouth and the Falun adjusted my wounds both inside and outside of my abdomen, just like before. Since Falun has twice adjusted the wounds from my operation , I am now out of the hospital and am slowly recovering.
Without the great benevolence of Master, I may well not have survived those illnesses. When I think about not practicing diligently in the past, I feel ashamed of myself. From now on, I will cultivate diligently in order to return the immense saving grace of Master.
