I am 54-years-old. I began practicing Falun Dafa in January 1998. Within a few days of taking up the practice, my chronic liver disease and herniated lumbar disc condition were completely healed.
On the night of 15 May 2011, I was rushing home from work when the rear tire burst and threw my motorbike out of control. My body forcefully collided with a tree growing beside the road.
Though I managed to remain conscious soon after the collision, the impact left me partially blind and paralyzed. A passerby helped me to sit up and offered to contact my family. I managed to get my phone from my pocket and pointed out my wife's number before losing consciousness. The passerby managed to contact my wife, who rushed to the accident site and took me to the county hospital for emergency treatment. I held firm to my belief that Master would save me. Although I was barely conscious, I whispered repeatedly, “Master save me...” The attending doctors were puzzled and asked my family for clarification. Members of my family explained, “This man practices Falun Gong.” One doctor replied, “He will need all the luck he can get.”
My precipitously low blood pressure and weak respiration rate required an emergency operation. During the surgery, I felt my soul float out from my body before being ushered by two beings to the site of an ancient auditorium. A large table stood in the middle of the auditorium. Behind the table was a man dressed in the robes of ancient Chinese officials. Guards stood on either side, holding various Chinese weapons. The official standing behind the table asked me, “What good deeds have you performed in this lifetime and what virtues have you accumulated?” I solemnly replied, “I have no notable good or bad deeds, nor have I accumulated any virtue. I merely cultivated the Buddha Fa under Master Li Hongzhi."
On hearing my reply, the official instantly stood up and said, “Very good. Under such circumstances you are still able to recall and respect your Master. Continue to keep this in mind. Your life does not fall under my jurisdiction. Return to where you came from.” After that, he waved a hand at me and I felt an invisible force pushing me away. For an instant, I experienced a falling sensation before regaining consciousness when I felt the doctor patting my face and shouting my name.
Doctors found that the accident had ruptured my spleen, fractured my left ribcage in nine places, seriously bruised and lacerated many of my internal organs, and caused severe hemorrhage in my chest cavity which required removal of at least four liters of blood. Hospital surgeons spent six hours trying to save my life. Eventually, they were forced to inform my family that any hope for survival was just too small. Doctors then recommended I be moved to the larger provincial hospital for further emergency treatment, but also warned, “He could pass away while in the midst of transportation.”
The ambulance successfully transported me to the provincial hospital. However emergency doctors initially declined to admit me, as they deemed my condition hopeless. The hospital later reluctantly allowed my admission after a relative working at the hospital spoke up on my behalf. While doctors were trying to hook me up to a better ventilator, my heart suddenly stopped and my soul floated away from my body. I saw the attending doctor performing chest compressions on my body before coming to the sudden realization that I could not spend too much time away from my physical self, or else my death would become permanent. I knew I could not leave yet, as I had not fulfilled my vow to assist Master in rectifying the Fa and saving sentient beings. With this thought, I returned to my physical body and woke to the sensation of a person slapping my face while calling my name. I managed to move my hand slightly to signal my acknowledgement.
One of the attending doctors later told me, “Your pupils were unfocused, your breathing and heart rate had completely stopped. We were preparing to push your dead body out of the operating theater when you suddenly sprang to life. It was really amazing. You should treasure this unexpected gift!” I spent the next six days in a state of partial consciousness and only regained full consciousness on the afternoon of the sixth day. Throughout, my wife and fellow practitioners continued to send forth righteous thoughts.
I underwent a medical examination during my eighth day in the intensive care unit. In the midst of the exam, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of pain and severe breathlessness. My wife softly reminded me to maintain my righteous thoughts. I asked Master for help, silently reciting Lunyu and poems from Hong Yin. The examination was successfully completed and doctors further reported that the condition of my kidneys, heart, liver and lungs had greatly improved. I was transferred to an ordinary hospital ward after twelve days in the ICU. Every day, my wife would play recordings of Master's lectures. In between, I would memorize the Fa.
Initially, my recovery progressed swiftly. However, my show off mentality surfaced and I forced myself out of bed too early. As a result of overexertion, my surgical wound reopened and became infected. I came down with a high fever and forgot to hold myself to the standards of a Dafa practitioner. My pride and competitive attachments resurfaced and I fought with my wife over a minor matter. My life was in danger of being claimed by the old forces, but I refused to recognize my faults.
While I was in a state of semi-consciousness, merciful Master opened my sealed memories. I saw many scenes, showing my predestined relationship with Master and the detrimental arrangements made for me by the old forces. I would wake up in tears after each scene, suffering from a severe sense of guilt. Despite having achieved the status of a Dafa practitioner, I had been unforgivably lax in my cultivation practice. My experience bolstered my determination to reinforce my righteous thoughts, search inwards and work on memorizing the Fa.
As soon as my fever was gone, I requested to be released from the hospital. My doctors, however, disagreed, as the drainage tube inserted into the pleura surrounding my lungs indicated that my body was still producing large amounts of discharge. On hearing their verdict, I intensified my efforts in sending forth righteous thoughts, clearing away the evil interference from the other dimensions. I then resumed my demands to be discharged from hospital. Doctors performed a scan that afternoon and discovered that the pleural fluid had disappeared. They removed the drainage tube and prepared to send me home.
When the throat specialist arrived to close up my tracheostomy incision, my relatives took the opportunity to ask if I would regain my voice. The specialist replied, “It is unlikely.” My wife suggested I try to read the Fa aloud during my study sessions. One afternoon on the third day, while reading Zhuan Falun, the phone rang. Automatically, I picked up the phone and greeted the caller. The caller was surprised, “You are able to speak?” I replied, “It’s all thanks to my Master.” My voice soon recovered and returned to normal.
At one point during my recovery, my stomach started swelling and I was unable to eat, drink or even excrete for five days. Pushed to the brink, I was unable to sustain my cultivation state and even entertained thoughts of suicide. My wife and a fellow practitioner tried to offer support by reading the Fa at my bedside, sending forth righteous thoughts and offering counsel. However I was so tortured by the pain that I was unable to look inwards. I rudely rejected their advice and tried to expel the fellow practitioner from my home. Luckily, the practitioner knew that I was under the control of the old forces and refused to give up. He sacrificed a number of days and nights in order to accompany me in studying the Fa and sending forth righteous thoughts.
With his determined encouragement, I managed to resume my cultivation state by searching inwards and correcting my failings. Though I managed to overcome this difficult tribulation, my physical condition worsened and my weight dropped to 80 pounds. Every movement and step became exhausting. Around this time, I experienced a dream where a voice said, “Give up and resume the life of an ordinary person. You cannot win this fight.” I immediately rebutted, “I follow the practice taught by Master Li. Master taught us to adhere to the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. Practitioners have no enemies and we will not get involved in a fight with anyone.”
I continued to search inwards, study the Fa with my wife and send forth righteous thoughts. My health began to improve, but some residual swelling remained in my chest and abdomen. One night, I dreamed I was having an argument with another person over self-interests. In the midst of our argument, a merciful voice resounded from above, “You still love to argue!” The words hit me deeply and I woke up crying tears of regret. This incident spurred my determination to unconditionally examine myself. I discovered many failings, including selfishness, pride, jealousy, combativeness, anger and hate.
My attachments spurred my efforts in studying the Fa and sending forth righteous thoughts to clear the evil factors and interference. My health began to improve and the pain lessened. One morning, while practicing the fifth set of exercises, I saw a yellow-green gourd float down from the sky. The gourd stopped close to my left arm and prepared to enter my body. Subconsciously, I realized that the gourd was a bad item and sent forth righteous thoughts. The gourd instantly split apart, releasing the dirty blood and pus contained within. From that day on, I was able to eat and drink normally. The swelling in my chest and abdomen receded and I made a full recovery. I was able to help with the autumn harvest in our family fields and held down a temporary job during the winter months. My strength has returned and I can easily lift over 300 pounds or take a brisk walk over a long distance with no effort.
From this tribulation, I learned to treat cultivation practice seriously and cherish my luck in becoming a Dafa cultivator. Words cannot describe the thanks I have for Master.