(Minghui.org) Greetings, Master! Greetings, fellow practitioners!
In the 28 years that I have practiced Falun Dafa, I have gone from being a selfish and proud “princess” to becoming a mature practitioner. I’m truly grateful to Master.
My father was a member of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) for decades and was promoted through the ranks. He was honest and kind, but because he benefited from it, he firmly believed in the CCP.
I was his favorite daughter and he never scolded me. I worked my way up and was a senior executive in a large company. My father was proud of me, and I was proud of him. We appreciated and loved each other.
When I began practicing Falun Dafa, he noticed my positive changes. After the persecution began in 1999 and the CCP slandered Dafa, he was confused and worried. The topic was taboo in our family.
In the autumn of 2014, when I was illegally arrested by the police for distributing information about Falun Dafa, my father watched in horror as his beloved daughter was taken away in a police car.
After I was released, no one blamed me. I carefully maintained peace in the family but I still did what I should do.
I clarified the truth to my family members, but due to my father’s booming career development at that time, he refused to listen. I felt that his dimensional field was full of CCP elements.
The first time I asked my father to quit the Party, I said, “The CCP had done so many bad things. You should quit it in order to have a better future.” He disdainfully said one word, “Neurotic!” and left.
In the summer of 2020, the police raided my home and took me away again. This time, I didn’t look my father in the eye. He didn’t know where the police took me or what would happen to me.
After I was released, my first meal when I got home was made by my father. He prepared my favorite dish and still did not say a word of blame. But I knew how he had suffered every minute over the past few days. He just kept telling me, “Go and rest.”
I blamed myself. It was already difficult to tell people about the persecution, but because of my attachments and carelessness, it was hard to clarify the truth to him. As a father, he could respect his daughter’s faith, but Falun Dafa was being mercilessly suppressed by the CCP.
It felt like there was an impassable wall of ice between us, and we were unable to communicate. I was sad because I knew that I swore to save my father and the sentient beings behind him. I wanted to tell him the truth about Falun Dafa.
I begged Master, “Master, what should I do? Please give me wisdom.” Since it was so difficult to express myself verbally and there seemed to be no right time, I realized I should write him a letter. I knew Master once again inspired me.
Because so much time had passed, I felt that my father’s misunderstandings could only be resolved slowly. I started by pointing out that it wasn’t illegal to practice Falun Dafa. I wanted him to understand that his daughter didn’t break the law—it was the police who took her away that broke the law.
I described the positive changes I experienced and how, by my telling people about Dafa, they were blessed. I told him some facts that he can’t see in the media in China, so he would realize he was living in a world filled with lies.
Little by little, I clarified the truth to him for two years. From the changes in my father’s attitude towards me every time he read the letter, I knew that the ice between us was melting. He knew that Falun Dafa was good, that the CCP was spreading rumors and false accusations, that freedom of belief was protected by China’s Constitution, that Falun Dafa was fundamentally legal in China, and that the CCP, like they did in every previous political movement, had once again launched a persecution against a group of innocent people.
Master is rapidly advancing the process of Fa-rectification, and many wicked people are punished for their bad deeds. The COVID virus broke out and China was put under a lock-down. My father was repeatedly forced to take the nucleic acid test and get vaccinated three times. When he couldn’t go anywhere because of the lock-down, he began to truly understand how evil the CCP is, and he began to read the news reports from countries outside China. Hearing the truth and experiencing it for oneself are completely different, and my father began to doubt the CCP.
A Blessing in Disguise
At his annual physical exam, my father was diagnosed with malignant lung cancer and told he needed to have one lung removed. He had always been physically tough, but faced with this sudden blow, he withered. His pained expression and fear of an uncertain future were clearly written on his face.
Looking at my father, I felt both sadness and pity. Now, I was even more anxious to find an opportunity to tell him the two most important things: “Quit the CCP and remember that ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,’” which I felt was the only way he could avoid this catastrophe. But how should I start the conversation? Would he abandon the CCP that he’d followed for decades?
The day before my father went to the hospital for surgery, I begged Master in my heart, “Master, please save my father.” Through my celestial eye, Master showed me that a green, evil spirit in my father’s lungs was the root cause of the malignant tumor. I also saw how Master was destroying that evil spirit. I understood: My father would be okay.
The next day as I waited outside the operating room, I kept reciting “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” The surgery was successful and the biopsy showed his tumor was benign! The boundless power of Master and Dafa once again manifested.
I needed to tell him how Master had saved his life. If it weren’t for Master, such a serious operation at his age could have been devastating.
I wrote another letter and left it at his bedside. In this letter, I reminded my father of the importance of safety and health. I explained that Master was merciful towards him, and by quitting the CCP he could stay safe and healthy. I knew that it was difficult for my father, who always had difficulty expressing his feelings, to tell me what he thought about my letter in person. I told him in the letter that if he agreed to what I said in the letter, please send me a text message with a smiley face.
The minutes ticked by. I sat in my room, and sent righteous thoughts to eradicate the CCP factors that controlled him, so that his main spirit could make the right choice. Time seemed to stop as I waited for his message. I decided I wouldn’t stop sending righteous thoughts until he texted me.
Then, “Ding,” I received a new text message and saw a smiley face. Tears of joy filled my eyes. I bowed deeply to Master three times. Although I knew that Master does not want any reciprocation from us, I expressed endless gratitude for those beings who my father represented!
During the follow-up exam a year later, my father was fine.
Another Tribulation
At his check-up two years later, my father was diagnosed with a malignant tumor in his other lung. The doctor said a third of his remaining lung had to be removed. For an old man with only one lung left, this was tantamount to a death sentence. If he had this operation, he would be frail and bedridden for the rest of his life.
I was shocked! Didn’t my father agree to quit the CCP? Was he sincere? Master already saved him, so why did this happen again? Were all my efforts in vain?
Even though these negative thoughts were not mine, it must be me who had the problem. I calmed down and reflected on what happened. Did my thoughts all meet the criteria for a practitioner? On the surface, it was to save my father, but was my mentality pure? I realized I had some very serious problems:
1. I was too attached to my father. A cultivator who can’t let go of family affection is giving the old forces an excuse to persecute them.
2. Did I doubt Master and Dafa? Master already saved my father and removed the malignant substances from his body, so this diagnosis must be an illusion.
3. Since my father agreed to quit the CCP, he was no longer under its control. Such a life can no longer be touched by the old forces.
4. I still hadn’t completely clarified the truth to him. I hadn’t completely explained Falun Dafa from its introduction to its word-wide dissemination. Although my father read my letter, he didn’t see the whole picture.
I immediately started to write another letter, in which I once again emphasized the importance of thoroughly rejecting the Party. I pointed out that after going through these tribulations, he truly understood the importance of health and the limitations of science. Wholeheartedly believing in gods and Buddhas, and staying away from the CCP, was the only choice. Like last time, I asked him to send me a picture of a smiley face if he understood and agreed.
The “ding” sounded again, and when I opened it, there was a selfie of him smiling! He even found the selfie function on his mobile phone camera that he couldn’t operate before and took a photo of himself!
I knew in my heart that my father was fine. We talked and he decided not to agree to the hospital’s recommendation for surgery. He said he would discuss a treatment plan after determining whether the tumor was benign or malignant.
The tests showed it was a benign tumor, and he would only need to take medicine! He didn’t have anything removed or have radiation. Just a few days before, the doctors had emphatically told him: “Your tumor is 99.9% malignant, and at the very least, you need to have radiation!”
With Master’s compassionate blessings, my father and I overcame these illusions together. With my father’s belief in gods and Buddhas, with his complete detachment from the Party, and with my solid belief in Master, and putting down my own attachment, we overcame the catastrophe!
Overjoyed, my father took out the sea cucumbers he’d saved for more than six years and cooked them for everyone. I expressed my gratitude to Master! I firmly believe in Falun Dafa and I’m determined to fulfill my oath.
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