Each day passes by swiftly, like a fleeting moment. This very second is quickly becoming history in the next. As the old saying goes, “An inch of time is worth an inch of gold,” reminding us of the profound power of time. After experiencing so much, I’ve come to understand that many things rely on the right time, place, and people, not solely on our efforts. Yet, I’m also keenly aware that without utilizing every minute and second now to work hard, I cannot get closer to my ideal goals or fulfill the mission that the heavens have bestowed upon me. Although I’m still not entirely clear what that mission is, I believe it will be meaningful!
My days consist of writing, eating, and sleeping. Eating is the simplest task—I never miss a meal, yet I neither gain nor lose weight. Writing, however, is my main work. If I’m not teaching at school, I realize that one of my few comparative advantages is to write diligently. Although I can’t match GPT’s efficiency, I can collaborate with it, ensuring I don’t fall behind in my thinking.
For many years, sleep has always been a difficult issue for me. I used to struggle with sleepless nights after writing in the evening. In my early twenties, I suffered from severe insomnia. When I was studying at Humboldt University in Berlin, academic pressure caused me to experience insomnia for 21 days, during which I couldn’t sleep at all. Eventually, I developed a physical infection and collapsed from sudden, severe blood in my urine, which led to an ambulance taking me away. Even after finishing my studies, I would occasionally suffer from sleepless nights. During the decade-plus of raising my children, I would wake up multiple times each night because I was sleeping next to them. Every time they turned over, I would wake up to cover them with the blanket. My ex-husband would come home at varying times, sometimes at dawn, and I would occasionally catch a few rare words with him, otherwise, I might not see him all day.
For a period of time, I used a thick marker pen to write down my thoughts on pink paper, cutting them into rectangular pieces and leaving them on his pillow. That way, he might see my messages before going to sleep. Every day, I would go to his room to check on the notes, only to find them placed in the drawer of his bedside table. Over time, a large stack accumulated. But I never received any form of feedback, and after a while, I realized that this method of communication between us was ineffective.
Strangely, around the time when an Sister-D appeared, my insomnia was completely cured. Over the past 10 months, many things have happened—enough tears shed and countless nights of anguish—but I’ve calmly and peacefully gotten through them, eating and sleeping as usual. The improvement in my sleep quality has led to a comprehensive recovery in both my physical and mental health. Mysterious pains have vanished completely, and both my complexion and mental state are steadily improving.
I understand that sleep is similar to entering a meditative state; it is the only way for ordinary people to effectively receive high-dimensional energy while in the three-dimensional space. During the months I was writing Born as a Human, every day I would learn some knowledge in my dreams. I could clearly feel myself switching between different points of knowledge, but after waking up, I couldn’t remember what I had dreamed about. I once directly asked Sister-D, “Is there a higher being coming into my dreams to teach me things?” The answer was affirmative. According to my twin-sister, she believed that except for the first chapter, the rest of the book wasn’t written by me. Her reasoning was simple: without external assistance, I couldn’t possibly have acquired the ability to complete the book in such a short time.
After finishing the book, I received a gift: I, along with Sister-D and some elder brothers, went to Jinta Temple in Gansu. Later, in Jinan, Shandong, over 5 days, Sister-D opened the acupuncture points in my body and cured my physical ailments. This experience was both beautiful and magical, and I will definitely write about it someday. After returning to Fuzhou, I continued to sleep well every night, dreaming daily, but thereafter in my dreams, I was being taught things. Unfortunately, I can remember very little of what I learned (except for the few important instances I’ve noted in my diary), and Sister-D told me that I don’t need to force myself to remember; when the time comes, I will know what to do.
These past few days, I’ve been dedicating half an hour each day to meditation for calming my mind. Since my Ren and Du meridians were opened this June, I’ve often been able to feel the flow of energy in my lower body, and I can even use a small amount of mental effort to control the muscles in my calves, thereby initiating the upward flow of energy from the Yongquan acupoint. I focus all my attention on the energy in my body, guiding it to converge and flow from the pelvic floor to my back, shoulders, and even my head. The energy grows stronger and stronger, eventually concentrating near the Baihui acupoint on the front of my brain, like a flood about to burst through a dam. This force becomes so intense that it makes breathing difficult, the pressure is overwhelming, I sweat all over, and my brain feels like it’s buzzing, as if it’s about to explode from within…
The human body works this way: if energy doesn’t flow, there’s pain; if it flows smoothly, there’s no pain. When the flow is unobstructed, the body and mind feel light and relaxed, naturally becoming resistant to illness, creating a positive cycle. During meditation and sleep, I often feel certain acupoints in my body pulsing—sometimes in my legs, sometimes in my arms, my back, or even between my eyes and the bridge of my nose, where I feel a heavy, sore pressure… Although I rarely leave the house these days, I truly feel like I’m in a state of retreat and cultivation. The sense of raising my energy each day is truly wonderful.
Today is the second day of National Day, and the temperature has dropped by more than 10 degrees Celsius. I saw on the news that snowflakes have started falling in Beijing, people in Hunan are wearing cotton-padded jackets, and I’ve put on a light sweater indoors. With such a hot summer this year, it’s bound to be a very cold winter. Extreme weather will only become more intense in the future, bringing more natural disasters. Outside, the Russia-Ukraine war has not stopped yet, and now Iran and Israel are fighting again. War seems to be one of the themes of this era of chaos. I heard that on September 30th, a man attacked people with a knife in a Walmart supermarket in Shanghai, resulting in 18 casualties, with 3 people succumbing to their injuries. The attacker had a cold, vengeful expression in his eyes, even when subdued by the police. Truly, as they say: “Hell is empty, and all the demons are here on earth.”
I really hope that the heavens can guide us to do something for this world…
