Breaking Through the Barriers of Darkness: Recognizing the Cult of Qigong for What It Is: Chapter 2: "My parents had plans in those days to move to a new home that was not very far away. Dad and I decided to move without asking others for help since it was not a very difficult job. When evening came, we started our task. In order for the new home to be a strong qi field, we repeatedly played tapes of Yan Xin's recordings. We had peace of mind for so doing. At about Zishi (between eleven o'clock at night and one o'clock in the morning), we had almost finished moving with the two tapes being played repeatedly. Very strangely, I didn't feel tired at all, but rather felt very much relaxed as if I had not been toiling very hard at all. My heart was filled with peace and joy. As we were finishing moving, I felt more and more comfortable listening to the recordings on the tapes, and a kind of power was infusing within my body; gradually it spread all over my body and soul. This power began to stir, and my soul felt uneasy and also began to stir. I realized something unusual was happening, but I could not tell what it was. I tried to calm myself down and resisted this power by reasoning. But immediately I knew I had failed. Deciding to yield, I told my parents hastily, "I can't bear it anymore. I want to do something very unusual. I can't stand it!" My voice must have sounded very desperate, for I got them very much concerned for me. They encouraged me and said, "Don't be afraid! Relax! Let it be!" Dad hurried to accompany me when I walked out of the house towards a large piece of land in the boundless darkness of night. I suddenly found it was a vast expense of whiteness all around me. It looked like clouds, but it was not. At this moment I heard Yan Xin's recording on the tape saying "It's a vast expanse of whiteness all around." I looked up, and there was not any white thing, but only the starry sky, which looked beautiful and mysterious to me. Many years later, I still remembered the strange and peaceful sky on that night.
I groped my way to the clearing and let go all my worries and fears, completely succumbing to the control of that power, while my heart was filled with curiosity. I moved in a circle, again and again, letting myself obey the impulses. My body was pulled like that of a drunkard. This power was growing all the while and seemed to pull me out of my body. I felt as if there were two "I"s inside of my body; one was stirring, the other one looked on, having no choice. Finally the stirring "I" rushed out of me at last like a volcano. It rushed out of my throat, and out of my mouth ran a long scream full of strangeness and sorrow, very far, far away into the quiet night. It seemed that my soul was crying. But why? I didn't know. There was no answer to this question. My eardrum shook, my mouth thirsted, but I felt very comfortable and full of a sense of mystery. I realized that I had entered into a very rare qigong state in which I was connected with a superhuman power.
Gradually, my body began to quiet down, and I entered a selfless level. Everything seemed to exist and yet was nonexistent. Very slowly, my sensations became illusory too. After I do not know how long, I suddenly knelt down, and that power forcefully pushed my head downward to the ground. I rejected again, but it seemed there was a huge hand pressing on the back of my neck. It wanted me to kowtow. I felt humiliated and was unwilling to kowtow, but a message entered into my mind. It told me that a high-level qigong master had chosen me to be his disciple and wanted to impart his "gong" to me and that he was dying. After I heard this, I lowered my head immediately until it touched the ground. I accepted in awe my invisible master, letting him impart high-level gong to me as he willed.
After a little while, my hand pulled up some grass beside me and put it into my mouth. I chewed, and at once it felt as if a spring had rushed out; I swallowed down a lot, and my throat thirsted no more. My body had regained tranquility by then, and I lifted up my head on my own and looked up at the dark sky. I knew my "master" had died, and that his soul was still existent and protected me and added continuously more "gong" on me.
I rose and realized the white smoke was no longer there. By the moonlight I could see very far. My Dad was still standing there, far away. We returned home, and it was already after one in the morning. Mum and Dad looked at me concernedly and asked me how I was feeling. I said “very well.” They were very happy for me, but I could see perplexity showing up on their faces. We all went to bed."
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I groped my way to the clearing and let go all my worries and fears, completely succumbing to the control of that power, while my heart was filled with curiosity. I moved in a circle, again and again, letting myself obey the impulses. My body was pulled like that of a drunkard. This power was growing all the while and seemed to pull me out of my body. I felt as if there were two "I"s inside of my body; one was stirring, the other one looked on, having no choice. Finally the stirring "I" rushed out of me at last like a volcano. It rushed out of my throat, and out of my mouth ran a long scream full of strangeness and sorrow, very far, far away into the quiet night. It seemed that my soul was crying. But why? I didn't know. There was no answer to this question. My eardrum shook, my mouth thirsted, but I felt very comfortable and full of a sense of mystery. I realized that I had entered into a very rare qigong state in which I was connected with a superhuman power.
Gradually, my body began to quiet down, and I entered a selfless level. Everything seemed to exist and yet was nonexistent. Very slowly, my sensations became illusory too. After I do not know how long, I suddenly knelt down, and that power forcefully pushed my head downward to the ground. I rejected again, but it seemed there was a huge hand pressing on the back of my neck. It wanted me to kowtow. I felt humiliated and was unwilling to kowtow, but a message entered into my mind. It told me that a high-level qigong master had chosen me to be his disciple and wanted to impart his "gong" to me and that he was dying. After I heard this, I lowered my head immediately until it touched the ground. I accepted in awe my invisible master, letting him impart high-level gong to me as he willed.
After a little while, my hand pulled up some grass beside me and put it into my mouth. I chewed, and at once it felt as if a spring had rushed out; I swallowed down a lot, and my throat thirsted no more. My body had regained tranquility by then, and I lifted up my head on my own and looked up at the dark sky. I knew my "master" had died, and that his soul was still existent and protected me and added continuously more "gong" on me.
I rose and realized the white smoke was no longer there. By the moonlight I could see very far. My Dad was still standing there, far away. We returned home, and it was already after one in the morning. Mum and Dad looked at me concernedly and asked me how I was feeling. I said “very well.” They were very happy for me, but I could see perplexity showing up on their faces. We all went to bed."
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