【Description】
Many years ago, when Teacher Cai was an elementary school teacher, she suddenly experienced severe pain all over her body that would not heal.
She recalled persuading a young man not to jump off a building late one night, and shortly afterward, the unexplained pain began.
Teacher Cai sought help from her Taoist uncle, who suspected that an evil spirit was at work. However, because of his fate and limited abilities, each time he performed a ritual, it shortened his lifespan…
With no one else to turn to, Teacher Cai eventually found me. Did she regain her health? Watch “Teacher Cai’s Unbearable Pain” to find out.
【Timestamp】
00:00:00 Supernatural Story: Teacher Cai’s Unbearable Pain
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00:00:17 Teacher Cai’s strange ailment.
00:14:22 Why is it difficult for someone with insufficient merits to help others?
00:16:00 The wisdom and energy of a person destined to be a cultivator.
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【You will learn】
- Understand the wisdom and energy of a person destined to be a cultivator.
【Content】
Her screaming made everyone think she was crazy. She was in pain all over. When she told me about it, I felt something: A Taoist practitioner had helped her before. She was very surprised and replied, “How did you know?”
Over 30 years ago, when I was in Qinghai, someone introduced me to an elementary school teacher, Cai. She was a middle-aged woman in her 40s, neat and tidy in appearance, with the demeanor of a well-educated person. When I first met her, she said she was in pain all over her body. She went to all the well-known doctors, but no one could help.
When she told me about it, I felt something: A Taoist practitioner had helped her before. It was a Taoist practitioner who was quite close to her; you know, like her relative or something. She was very surprised and replied, “How did you know?” Then she began telling her story.
At that time, she was working in Xining, Qinghai Province. Her ancestral home was in Shandong Province. She told me Li, who was also from Shandong, lived quite close to her, just a 10-minute walk away. They looked out for each other, helping each other out.
One night, at around 11:30, when she was sleeping, she heard knocking. It was Li. He was crying that his son was about to commit suicide by jumping from the sixth floor or cutting his wrist. The boy was out of control like he was possessed. Mrs. Li was blocking the window, while Li went to get help from Cai.
Cai quickly got up and rushed to Li’s place. She spent about two hours talking to Li’s suicidal son. After all, she was an educated person and convinced the boy to give up on committing suicide. The boy even promised to get a job and live a good life.
After that, Cai returned to her home. Back then, the buildings had several floors but no elevators. As Cai was taking the stairs down from the sixth floor toward her own home, she had a sense of inauspiciousness in her heart. Then, she went home and slept as usual.
Three to five days later, Cai felt pain in her foot. She thought a draft had seeped in while she was helping out at Li’s place, so she just soaked her foot in ginger water. It didn’t help much, so she went for an acupuncture treatment. She also took painkillers. Nothing worked, and then her ankle started hurting.
The pain began to move up, so she quickly went to a doctor. She went for tests; her blood was checked, and she even had an ultrasound. The tests indicated that everything was fine. There were no bone spurs, and her ankle was fine too. Yet, she was in pain. Taking painkillers was the only way; she had to take several pills to barely ease the pain.
As time went by, after six months, she was in pain all over her body. She saw many doctors; some speculated that maybe there was some inflammation in her bones. All the tests showed nothing was wrong, yet she was in excruciating pain. Her screaming made everyone think she was crazy. When all the doctors had failed to help, she suddenly recalled that everything started after she helped out at Li’s place. It was very unusual, because there was no cure.
Then she remembered her uncle in Shandong. Cai’s uncle was a practitioner of Taoist arts. She thought he might be able to help. After checking up on her, her uncle found out the cause of her pain, but he couldn’t help her. Then, her uncle began telling his story.
He had been frail and sickly since birth. All parents, when a child is sick, they seek help everywhere. The doctors couldn’t help him, and his parents were worried. During those economically difficult times, the infant and child mortality rate was very high. One day, a wandering Taoist cultivator came to their village. He knocked on their door to beg for alms. There, Cai’s grandmother, the sick boy’s mother, gave the Taoist cultivator some buns. The Taoist cultivator accepted her kind offer and asked if there was a sick child at home.
That gave the boy’s mom a ray of hope, and the Taoist began checking up on the boy. The boy started looking better, thanks to the Taoist’s medicine, acupuncture, and acupressure treatments. After the boy got a bit better, his parents urged him to apprentice under the Taoist cultivator. They thought that was the only way to keep their son alive.
The Taoist said he couldn’t do so. He said the boy’s fortune was too poor, and he would only be saved for a short while. The Taoist said that the boy would die at the age of 19. The boy’s parents were devastated; they pressured and begged him to save their boy. The compassionate Taoist then gave in and took the boy as his disciple.
Years later, the boy, under the instruction of his parents, asked the Taoist cultivator to teach him healing arts. The Taoist rejected this and gave the same answer: The boy’s fortune was too poor, and he wouldn’t live past the age of 19. He had no chance to heal anyone. The boy’s parents insisted, begging the Taoist to teach their son healing arts. The Taoist said no; he’d asked his Divine master about it, who said the boy’s fortune was too poor to learn such arts. In short, the boy lacked the foundation.
Again, the boy’s parents pressured the Taoist cultivator, begging him. And again, the Taoist cultivator gave in, deciding to teach the boy something. The boy would learn some Taoist magic. After teaching him, the Taoist cultivator told the boy that he was not blessed with the fortune to perform those arts. Using the arts once would shorten the boy’s life by 10 years. Then, one night, the Taoist cultivator left without saying goodbye. Nobody knew where he went.
Years went by, the boy grew older, and thanks to his practices, his health slowly improved. One year, his father fell ill. Cai’s uncle, having learned healing arts, had never used them before that, because he had been warned not to. Seeing his father’s condition, he was in a dilemma. If he didn’t help, he’d be called unfilial. If he did, disasters might befall him.
After much internal conflict, he decided to use the arts. Thanks to those arts, his dad got better, but he himself became sick and bedridden. His master knew this would happen, so he left a note for this. A one-foot-long needle, threaded with a red thread, was inserted into his Baihui acupoint, and he had to meditate for three days. He was in a lot of pain; it was as if his body was pierced by arrows and lightning. Three days felt like 30 years to him.
At that time, his niece, Cai, came to seek his help. She knelt and begged her uncle to heal her. Like her uncle, she was also in a lot of pain. Her uncle said that he really wanted to help but couldn’t. He said that he might die on the spot if he healed her. He told her what happened when he healed his dad. Cai didn’t care, she kept begging and her uncle finally gave in. Her uncle really thought he’d die, so he left a will.
A three-hour ritual left Cai pain-free for three days. But her uncle felt it; he felt like he was being skinned and electrocuted. Seeing how much pain her uncle was in, Cai knew that he wouldn’t be able to heal her anymore. She gave up and even stopped going to the doctors.
But she was quite lucky; one of her friends had a strange illness, and I was the one who helped him. When Cai found out about this, she saw hope and came to me. I saw the real cause of her problem. It was the work of evil spirits. I saw malicious ghosts gnawing and sawing her bones. I could help her by driving the evil spirits away, so I used my exorcism arts.
I gave the spirits what they wanted, and they promised to leave her alone. For those who refused to leave, I used violence to make them leave. With my black canvas shoes, I struck the stubborn spirits three times over three days. Each time for about 10 minutes. After the third time, all the spirits were gone. Then, I used another dharma method to seal up Cai’s body so that evil wouldn’t creep in again.
I told her to come back to me if there was no more pain three days later. When she asked me how she could repay me, I told her to buy me a box of pastries. A few days later, Cai rode her bicycle over and brought me the pastries. She told me she was completely pain-free. Since then, the pain has never occurred again. She regained her health.
Now, after hearing my story, you must be wondering why Cai’s uncle couldn’t use his healing arts. The philosophy of yin and yang is the oldest of all Chinese philosophies. With yin and yang, the elements of wood, fire, earth, metal, and water are born. Each element possesses varying degrees of yin and yang.
An individual born with too much yin energy cannot become a true shaman, mage, or Taoist cultivator. When they heal others, they might fall ill themselves. Those who are easily possessed are those born with too much yin energy. Those who possess too much of the water element lack composure. Lacking composure means lacking control of yourself. Only people who are stable and composed like a great mountain can help others.
Cai’s uncle, like I said, lacked the merits to shoulder the responsibility of helping others. That’s why he wouldn’t be able to drive away evil spirits. That’s why we must practice with diligence.
The experienced Taoist cultivators and Buddhist monks have strong sensing abilities. They know the people who possess powerful and immense energy. Such people don’t attract evil, and they might have a destiny to fulfill. They’d easily pick up whatever arts their masters teach. In their past lives, they were enlightened and might have practiced for 70 years. In this life, such memories were erased.
Have you seen a seven-year-old pianist playing the piano so beautifully it moves people to tears? There’s only one answer: They were great pianists in their previous lives. Those enlightened in the past will be easily enlightened in this life. How easily? They just grasp whatever they’re taught. The Sixth Patriarch Huineng became enlightened after hearing someone recite The Diamond Sutra. He’d been enlightened in the past.
If you’re just starting in this lifetime, you will have to work much harder. If you don’t constantly cultivate sincerity and reverence, regression will find you. Life obstacles will appear, as your mind and wisdom are clouded by your karma.
Those with a strong foundation in past lives understand easily in this life. When it comes to self-cultivation, they will keep making progress and cultivate great wisdom and dharma powers. All spirits and deities will listen to them, on their quest to fulfill their destiny. They’re the perfect candidates for healing and exorcism rituals.