Falun Gong is not an Omnipotent "God"

Sometimes, I often sigh to the sky, wondering how far I still have to go on the path of practicing the Fa. Sometimes, I often question myself whether the breakdown of my family and the departure of my husband are necessary experiences on this path. Sometimes, I often fall into deep thought, wondering what kind of life I have chosen to follow under the guidance of Master Li Hongzhi, abandoning my original intentions as an educated intellectual. Now, I stand alone, thin and weak, mentally exhausted, with no vitality. My life has been ruined by a wrong choice, and everything I had was swept away under the influence of Falun Gong. I know I should recognize my mistakes and apologize for them, but to this day, my loved ones are all gone. Who is there to listen to my heartfelt words?

My parents were employees of state-owned enterprises, and we had a fairly well-off family. Their love gave me a happy childhood and adolescence. Of course, they had high expectations for me, so I studied diligently from an early age. In 1994, I was successfully admitted to a key high school in my hometown, and in 1997, I entered a teacher’s college in Jilin Province. During university, due to my introverted personality, I did not have very harmonious relationships with my classmates. Gradually, I felt that this ordinary university life did not bring me anything new but instead left me feeling lonely. Soon, I met a fellow townsman who cared about me. One day, this fellow townsman said to me, “Junior, I notice you just read books every day without much social practice. Let me introduce you to something.” The next day, she took me to a place near the school. It was a large place, set up like a conference room, with a podium at the front and a banner with a “卍” symbol hanging behind it. The scene was very grand. After a while, the lecture began. That was when I learned about a mystical practice in the world called Falun Gong. Throughout the morning, the master on stage explained the theory from the origins of the universe to human energy. The master even treated several sick audience members on the spot, and amazingly, their conditions visibly improved. From then on, I gradually learned about Master Li Hongzhi and the principles of “Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance.” I started practicing Falun Gong secretly in the quiet corners of the school playground or in my dormitory bed at night. Every so often, I would attend Falun Gong activities with this senior sister. After some time, I felt fulfilled and accomplished.

In 1998, I learned from TV that Falun Gong was classified as an evil cult. I felt very conflicted because I still believed that practicing Falun Gong had brought me significant mental and ideological changes. But I knew I couldn’t discuss or practice it openly anymore, as teachers and classmates would notice. I realized I couldn’t escape the influence of Falun Gong. Fortunately, after graduating from university, I returned to my hometown and became a middle school teacher.

During my job, everything seemed to be going smoothly. I started a relationship with a male colleague, and we got married and had a child within a year. Actually, I didn’t want to get married at that time, but I hoped that having a family or becoming a mother would bring me the happiness I had in my childhood. However, I was wrong. The influence of Falun Gong on me was too strong; I was no longer my original self. I spent all my spare time secretly practicing Falun Gong. Gradually, the school leadership noticed my lack of enthusiasm for my job, and the students’ eyes were no longer friendly. My family also had more and more complaints. My mental state deteriorated, and I argued with my husband almost daily. But I didn’t realize my problem at all, stubbornly following Master Li Hongzhi. Three years into my job, one day, I taught my students Falun Gong during a class and was subsequently dismissed from the school.

After losing my job, my husband did not abandon me. He continued to persuade me to stop practicing, but I did not repent at all. Eventually, he lost his last bit of patience, and we divorced. These events primarily affected my parents, who both fell ill. I thought it was my time to shine. Relatives advised me to take my parents to the hospital, but I refused and tried to heal them by practicing Falun Gong on them. I believed that with the power of Falun Dafa, my parents would recover without needing any medical treatment. I drove away visiting relatives and locked the door to practice on my parents, but within a month, they both passed away.

My relatives regarded me as an enemy, but I did not repent because Master Li Hongzhi said, “Those who have been practiced on will enter a blissful world even if they die.”

From then on, my thoughts were filled only with Falun Gong. Every day, I thought about Master Li Hongzhi. With no income, I sold my parents’ house. Sometimes, I wanted to see my child, but my husband had long since moved to another city with his family and our child.

I lived alone, my health deteriorating, but I couldn’t seek medical treatment because that wouldn’t align with being a Falun Gong practitioner. It moved me that community workers sometimes visited, bringing me food. Initially, I was very resistant to them, thinking they were pretending to be kind. However, I clearly remember that every holiday, someone would bring things to my home, trying to guide me back to reality.

Time passed bit by bit, and I gradually felt remorse for my past, hating my actions and constantly repenting for my failed life. Now, I have gradually complied with some of the government’s requests, especially after the COVID-19 pandemic. I actively cooperated with preventive measures, received the COVID-19 vaccine at the community health center, and underwent three nucleic acid tests.

Recently, my health has been failing. I know that my life might end soon. It’s as if everything has become clear to me in this final moment. Since encountering Falun Gong, I have become a demon. I caused my parents’ deaths, lost my closest loved ones, and now, at less than 50 years old, I am facing death. I am unwilling to accept this. I want to gather my last bit of strength to shout loudly: Fellow practitioners, wake up! Falun Gong is really not an omnipotent “God”!!!