PureInsight | April 5, 2004
I started cultivating when I was 3 years old. That was in 1997. I was in a shop with my mother when a friend came up and showed me the book Zhuan Falun. When I was in the car, I told my mom that the Falun spins, and it is gold and shiny. My mom was surprised, because she didn't know that I was a practitioner.
Later on, I saw many scenes with my Third Eye. I could see Teacher Li's fashen floating through the window every night to see me. I could see the golden, shiny characters on all Dafa books. Once, I saw a very tall Buddha- so tall I couldn't see its head-come up to me. He asked me to be his disciple. I told him that I already had a master, which caused him to hit my hands. I called out to Teacher several times, and the hitting stopped. Another time, I told my mom that there were three flowers above her head and my sister's, too.
When I turned 8 on July 18, 2002, I stopped practicing for a few months. I didn't understand Dafa and I wanted to give It up. About one year later, I realized my mistake.
A few days ago, I started thinking about some of my earliest experiences. Then I understood that Dafa comes to us. It's just the matter of whether we can make the right decisions or not. It's like spring coming to the world.
Now I do all I can to tell people about this persecution. I am almost ten years old so I should take more responsibility. Don't let this persecution stop us from doing what's right. Clarify the truth whenever possible. Find the goodness from within!