All People are Longing to be Saved

(Minghui.org) We often meet people who refuse to listen to practitioners clarify the facts about Falun Dafa and the persecution, and some even bad-mouth us. I sometimes feel like giving up on them, but I believe that their behavior is not reflecting their true nature. Soon after the persecution began, I had two dreams which helped me realize that all people long to be saved.

The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) staged the “Tiananmen Square Self-immolation” in 2001 to trick people into having negative thoughts about Falun Dafa. During a family gathering I told my relatives that the Tiananmen Square Self-Immolation was a complete hoax. As cultivators we do not kill, nor do we commit suicide. However, my relatives refused to listen, and they criticized me for practicing. My aunt's husband also scolded me.

I became upset and felt like giving up on them because they refused to listen and ridiculed me. I thought, “It's their choice. I'll just leave them alone.”

When I fell asleep I dreamed that I was riding a bike up a hill. When I looked behind me, I saw my aunt and her husband sitting on the back seat of the bike. I thought about leaving them behind because it was very difficult for me to pedal up the steep hill.

As soon as I had that thought my aunt and her husband shouted, “Please don't leave us behind. We will encourage you! Come on! You can do it!” I realized that Master was showing me that I had not been compassionate enough.

When I woke up, I still couldn't quite understand why they had behaved so differently in real life than in the dream. After I studied the Fa, I understood that what I saw in my dream was their real selves.

I often talk to my colleagues about Falun Dafa. Some accept what I say, but some refuse to listen.

I had another dream in which I was climbing a mountain. A long rope was tied to my waist, and the rope reached all the way to the foot of the mountain. People were standing on the both sides of the rope and everyone was pulling on it. The people were my colleagues, and many were those whom I hadn't yet talked to about Falun Dafa. When I climbed up one step, they also moved up one step. Every time I took a step upwards, they shouted out encouragement, like “You're doing well! Keep going!” Even though every step was difficult, I felt energized when they cheered for me. I felt that the effort was worth it no matter how tired I became.

Years have passed, but these dreams are still engraved in my memory. Whenever I feel tired or feel like slacking off, I remember the encouragement from my relatives and colleagues and the urgency of saving them.