By
a fellow initiate, Zhejiang Province, Mainland China
Several
months ago, a classmate of mine gave me a few photographs of Master.
I gave one of them to my niece, who was living with me, and hung
it beside her bed. My niece is a chubby, six-year-old preschooler.
Two evenings later, just as we were preparing to
go to bed, my niece suddenly started doing aerobic exercises. And
while doing them, she carefully explained every move. I looked at
her transfixed, and realized that they were the exercises that Master
taught during the Santimen retreat in Formosa in 1990. I had watched
the videotape of the retreat and it left me with a very deep impression.
I then asked my niece, "Who taught you this?" She said,
"Master taught me this morning in our kindergarten classroom
before we had our snacks. At that time, Master whispered to me,
'You're a little too chubby. These exercises will be good for you.'
So I learned them." When my niece was doing the action of riding
a bicycle upside-down, she knew how to put her hands behind her
back and said that in this way she could keep her inverted body
straight and do the action correctly.
I then asked her, "How did Master come?"
and she said, "Master came from the universe, first flying
down like a rocket, and then floating down like a white cloud. She
was wearing a white cap and a snow-white dress. When She entered
the classroom, her footsteps were very soft. So neither the teacher
nor the other children knew She was there." I next asked, "How
many people came with Her?" and my niece replied, "One
little girl came with Master. She's a foreign girl and both her
parents had passed away, so Master took her in and brought her here
with Her." I continued, "How tall is Master?" And
she answered, "A little shorter than my mother; the little
girl is shorter than Master but a little taller than I am. After
teaching me the exercises, Master left quietly. My teacher and the
other children didn't know that someone had been there." Then
I asked, "Why?" And my niece answered, "No one was
allowed to enter the classroom when we were having class. Master
was like a white cloud, and that's why they didn't know She was
there. They thought that it was a cloud."
Having heard about this beautiful and wonderful
experience of my innocent and pure-hearted niece, I was deeply moved!
It was an example of how Master meticulously takes care of my whole
family. The gratitude I feel in my heart is truly beyond words!
