I am from Heilongjiang Province of China and my last name is Liu. My work is to protect the forest on a mountain, and I have also planted pine tress myself.
In order to prevent people from cutting down the trees on the mountain, I hired two people to guard the mountain. On the mountain, I built a house with three rooms. There were people going back and forth in that area. In order to sustain our daily living, we drilled a well. After the well was completed, the water from the well tasted very good.
One day after a few years, there was not much water left in the well and people could only get one bucket of water every few days. At first, even though there was not much water, the water was okay for people to drink. Later on, bugs began appearing in the water. We did not know what to do. We had to use a white cloth to filter the water. Later on there were more and more bugs in the water. Finally it was really difficult to drink the water any more. The winter came, and we put some snow in a jar. We would use the melted snow water to cook meals and for other daily necessities.
When the spring came, there was no snow water for us to use. We had to buy water from places down the mountain. An old man whose last name is Ma carried a bucket of water up the mountain. Since it was quite some distance between the mountain and the villages, Mr. Ma had some difficulty carrying the water up to the mountain. Therefore, we were very careful when using the water. We saved the water from cooking and washing rice and then used it again to wash our faces and clothes, and then saved that water to clean the house and the floor, etc.
At that time, a man passed by and asked whether we had some water to spare for him. I told him that there was some water and he could drink it. After he drank the water, I explained the history of the water to him. After listening to the water story, he went over to the side of the well and sat down with his eyes closed and legs double-crossed. He held up his palm in front of his chest. He did that three times. Afterward, we heard the sound of water running. He said that there was water in the well. We found that it was true and there were no bugs in the water.
I was very excited. I held his hands and asked whether he was a divine being. He first told me that he practised Falun Gong. He was not a divine being, but a Falun Dafa practitioner. Then he said that Falun Dafa practitioners always think about other people no matter where they are and they try to be good people. He also told me to remember that Falun Dafa is good, and that Zhen, Shan, Ren (Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance) is good. No matter what kind of difficulty I encounter in the future, I should recite, "Falun Dafa is good," and "Zhen, Shan, Ren is good," and it will help me to resolve adversity and turn bad luck into good and keep me safe. He also clarified the truth about Falun Dafa and told me that the Tiananmen self-immolation incident was staged. After listening to him, I woke up from my misunderstanding. Since I had been deceived by the government's media, I did not believe in Falun Gong. That day I witnessed the miracle of Falun Dafa.
I told him that I would remember his words and not be deceived anymore. I would like to tell people this true story. Ever since that day, the water in the well has never stopped, and it tastes very good. Every time I draw water from the well, I experience firsthand the power of Falun Dafa.
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