I am a six-and-half-year-old girl. My dad is a Dafa practitioner, but my mom isn't. When I was two years old, Dad taught me that “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance are good.” When I was three, Dad started to teach me Master Li's poems. Now I can recite all the poems from Hong Yin I, II, and III. Every day after kindergarten, I reviewed at least 10 poems at home.

Whenever I fought with other children or was hurt, Dad asked me to search within for my own faults. For example, when I argued with others for toys or refused to play with them, I could find the underlying reason: I wanted to get back at them.

I also have had many amazing experiences. Dad mentioned that after Master's Fa-rectification, people who persecuted Dafa or had hatred toward Dafa would have no future. I was worried about Mom, so I asked Dad about her future. Dad said that, because she had not changed her attitude towards Dafa, she could be in danger in the future. After that, I always worried about her.

Once in my dream, Master was in his cassock and came down from heaven sitting on a lotus throne. He told me, “Both of you please keep cultivating diligently and your mom will change her mind eventually.” Master knew what I was worried about! It was really amazing. I told this to my dad, and he said, “We should cultivate more diligently and one day she will support Dafa.”

On another occasion, I saw a big eye in front of me staring at me. Dad explained to me, “Your celestial eye is open, and Master has given you a real eye.” Since then, I can always see rainbows through this eye. I told other children about it, but they seemed to be at a loss. Later Dad reminded me, “Other children don't practice Dafa, and cannot see it.” I didn't mention what I saw through my real eye to anyone again.

One day in dance class at the kindergarten, all the girls were very tired and wanted to rest, but would get in trouble if we complained. I suddenly thought about what Dad had told me, “When you don't know how to handle things, just recite 'Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance are good' and ask Master for help.” So I recited it in my mind and asked Master to help us. Soon the teacher said, “The girls can stop dancing! Boys, please start!” It was really amazing.

The other day, I accidentally poured a whole mug of hot water on my legs. It really hurt. After reciting “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance are good,” I immediately felt better and my pants dried almost immediately. Through this incident, I believed even more in Dafa and Master.

Dad asked me to recite every day at least 30 times “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance are good.” He also told me, “Don't fight back when you are hit or sworn at.”

Every evening, Dad told me traditional Chinese stories. Sometimes he spoke to me about gain and loss from the perspective of Dafa.

One day, I was playing with our neighbor's daughter. She asked me to steal some food for her. I didn't, so she hit me. When I didn't hit her back, I saw a white stone flying towards me, but I didn't feel anything land on me.

That evening I told my dad what had happened. He said, “It wasn't a stone--it was a block of virtue.” Dad praised me for not fighting back and told me, “All luck is converted into virtue, and virtue can be converted into gong for practitioners by Master. Remember, when others hit you, they actually give you virtue in other dimensions. You should be happy about that, rather than hate them.” Since then, I have been friendly to this girl, although she is not friendly to me. My dad praised me again.

I have had so many other amazing experiences on my cultivation journey.

Once in a dream, Master took me to visit heaven. It was a really beautiful place with layers of heaven and lots of good food. I really had fun there. I ate ginseng fruits and flat peaches that could all talk and they greeted me. In heaven I could swim and cross my legs in double lotus. I saw an Arhat who had failed to reach Consummation because of excitement. Then he resumed his cultivation, but failed again because of his fear.

Master also gave me divine powers. Master told me that I should not use divine powers all the time. I can only use them toward those who kill people and persecute Dafa practitioners. What a great Master! Sometimes I saw that Master is higher than all of Heaven. Sometimes I was even sitting on Master's hand. After I woke up, I told Dad what I saw in my dream. He was happy and told me not to be excited.

Dad also told me what the Red Dragon is. I told him what I saw in hell: the Red Dragon had been chopped into pieces to be fried, and the ghoul in Avici Hell ate every bit of it. Dad immediately recited Master's poem:

“Once the Red Dragon’s head is chopped off,
its tail severed and deep fried,
the meat sautéed,
Which ghoul in Avici Hell
wouldn’t want to eat every bit?”
(“Call It Quits” from Hong Yin III)

Dad also taught me Master's verse, “The Fa rectifies the cosmos, the Evil is completely eliminated.” I read this verse at the Monday routine flag-raising ceremony in kindergarten.

One Monday morning, I kept sending forth righteous thoughts, and the flag wasn't raised. On another flag-raising occasion, the rope holding the flag broke. The next time I simply used divine powers to tell the kindergarten director not to have the flag-raising ceremony. The director did what I wanted: we didn't have the ceremony at all.

Sometimes Dad was not so diligent, and I was able to remind him. One day he quarrelled with Mom, and she left home. After this, I saw skulls and rotten demons behind Dad. I told him about it. He immediately sat up to send forth righteous thoughts. Since then he has paid more attention to sending forth righteous thoughts.

On another occasion, Dad and I were studying Master's poems, when I saw skulls and rotten demons outside the window trying to break in. I told him, and we started to send forth righteous thoughts, but they didn't leave. Dad then conjoined his hands to cleanse his mind. This frightened the rotten demons away.

Later I asked him why, and he said, “When I was reading Master's poems with you, I let my mind wander, which was wrong. That was why the rotten demons dared to come.”

I again asked, “Why was our first attempt to send forth righteous thoughts not effective? Why did they leave after you conjoined your hands?” Dad explained, “If we conduct ourselves properly, rotten demons dare not to come. So I cleansed my mind again. We must keep cultivating ourselves more diligently.”

One day, my dad, other practitioners, and I went out to tell people the facts about Falun Dafa, and I was asked to send forth righteous thoughts to help. But I wanted to play and didn't do what I was told. I soon fell down. Dad helped me to find my attachment: I liked to play and didn't send forth righteous thoughts.

Now I can also point out Dad's attachments: He worries and holds anger. Dad is now trying to get rid of those attachments.