PureInsight | March 25, 2002
I often come across practitioners’ articles about supernormal abilities on Dafa websites. From time to time, a thought would come to my mind, “I am so far behind the other practitioners in my cultivation - I can’t hear or see anything in other dimensions!” This thought actually reflected my deep hidden attachment to pursuit. Though I’d cultivated for several years, I’d been stumbling around during my course of cultivation. But at least after all these years, I can now manage to eliminate an attachment immediately as soon as I realize its existence. After studying the Fa and cultivating my heart continuously, this pursuit has become less strong. Recently a small incident happened and I wrote it down to share with other practitioners.
In the past, if my cultivation state was good, I would find that when I went out to join group practice or promote Dafa, there would always be a flock of birds perched in the young trees along the roadside. They chirped and sang all the time. My heart would be filled with indescribable joy. “Even the little birds sing for me”, I thought. “People who have obtained Falun Dafa are indeed the luckiest in the world.”
One day, as I went to group Fa-study, when I neared some trees, there came a flock of birds. They sang as usual, and I listened to them. Then a bigger flock flew over and joined them. There were about a hundred birds singing together. I stopped and looked at them. While I was standing there, an indescribable feeling rose in my heart. I thought, “Little birds, you are so pitiful. At a time when Dafa is spread, you don't have a human body. If I could reach Consummation, I would offer you salvation to be beings in my own paradise.” Suddenly, the sound of these hundreds of little birds came to a halt. All were silent. At that moment, everything was still. The birds seemed to be communicating with my mind as if they knew what I was thinking. It was very quiet in the street. I felt like I had gone to another world. This event took only a few seconds, but tears welled in my eyes. I left there at a quick pace, walking through the long street. The birds behind me did not make a sound, nor did they fly away. I turned around to see that they all remained motionless, watching me walking away.
Whether my thought at that time was right or wrong, this incident allowed me to see how important a single thought of a cultivator is.
Translated from:
http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2002/2/27/14091.html
