The Migration of the Sacred Seed
The seed from the East was sown into the West, carried onward by the unstoppable course of Fa-Rectification.
The Western plains stretched toward the endless horizon, a vast sea of emerald green beneath an open sky. Dawn had just broken. Sunlight fell upon the dew-covered grass, each blade shining softly like liquid silver in the morning light. Rows of maple trees stood beneath their deep crimson leaves, silent and still.
In a small suburban home, a young boy named Gabriel sat beside the window, gazing toward the horizon. He held The True Scripture of the Great Fa in his arms, his small body sitting upright and motionless.
His young voice rose smoothly as he recited the sacred scriptures.
There was no ostentation in his tone, no desire to impress or be heard. The words flowed simply and steadily, like a clear mountain stream moving through the stillness of dawn.
The resonant sound filled the quiet room. It mingled with the morning sunlight, bringing an imperceptible warmth to the little home. Around the boy, an unseen field of absolute purity formed without effort.
A seed of light had successfully taken root in the Western land.
Far away, in a humble thatched home in the East, another young disciple had once recited the very same Fa. Now, that divine radiance had reached across endless oceans and continents, uniting the cosmos in harmony.
The Younger Cousin
Gabriel’s younger cousin, a girl of about ten with pale golden hair that caught the morning light, entered the room. She looked at Gabriel with quiet curiosity.
At first, she simply stood by the doorway and listened. She did not comprehend every profound word he was reciting, yet something within the sound brought a profound tranquility to her heart.
After a moment, she quietly walked over and sat down beside him. She observed Gabriel’s disciplined posture and carefully copied him, sitting upright as she listened to every sacred word.
Two young voices had not yet merged into one, but another seed of Truth had been planted deep within a human soul.
That night, a sudden, sharp pain gripped Gabriel’s stomach. He endured it in silent resolve, understanding it as karmic debt being cleansed through the process of cultivation. The intense pain lasted throughout the entire night.
When dawn finally broke, the agony dissolved completely. Gabriel felt his physical body become strangely weightless, as though he had stepped onto an invisible ladder ascending directly into the heavens.
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The Master and the True Deities
During a subsequent deep meditation, Gabriel’s consciousness expanded beyond the physical realm. He beheld the Master appearing as a colossal, radiant Buddha. The entire Earth seemed tiny before His brow, like a single grain of dust floating within the boundless cosmos.
The Master greeted Gabriel’s spirit with one hand raised upright in divine blessing. Gabriel responded with the Heshi gesture, his young heart filled with boundless devotion.
The Master imparted the True Scripture directly to his consciousness. As Gabriel struggled to maintain the double-legged lotus posture, enduring the intense physical pain in his young legs without yielding, his meditation deepened further.
Within the vast cosmic expanse, he witnessed the presence of many True Deities:
Shakyamuni Buddha.
The Great Laughing Buddha.
Jesus Christ.
Odin.
They appeared as solemn witnesses to the magnificent unfolding of Fa-Rectification. Shakyamuni Buddha offered him a gentle, compassionate smile that transcended time.
These ancient Deities were far greater in stature than any mortal disciple of the Great Fa. Yet, belonging to the old cosmos, they stood in quiet reverence as the new universe was forged. Gabriel felt smaller than the Master’s smallest toe, yet the Master continued to communicate directly with his spirit, guiding him through divine truths far beyond the understanding of the human world.
The Celestial Ladder
In deep meditation, Gabriel found himself standing upon the sixty-second stratum of the celestial ladder.
He wore bronze armor, resembling that of an ancient terra-cotta warrior. His blade was no larger than a knife—far too small to launch a frontal attack against the massive forces of malice. Yet Gabriel did not retreat; his Righteous Thoughts remained immovably firm.
Then he saw his father.
His father stood far above upon the seventy-eighth stratum. The armor that had once been silver was now transforming into radiant gold. A Falun rotated silently beside him, while his celestial form resembled a majestic lion with the wings of a great eagle. He stood with immense divine power, having destroyed countless devious beings and shielded the path of Fa-Rectification.
Gabriel then turned his gaze toward his younger cousin.
She had already entered cultivation. She had risen to the seventieth stratum and could effortlessly enter the double-legged lotus position without using her hands. Gabriel watched her in silent awe. The little girl who had first entered the room simply to listen was now courageously walking her own celestial path.
Then he heard her voice rise once more.
Gabriel's voice joined hers seamlessly. Two young voices rose together in harmony.
The sound crossed the vast distance between East and West, carrying the exact same Fa, the same unblemished purity, and the same sacred light.
The Western seed had taken deep root. And together, the two children began to weave a new hymn for the universe.
Canto XCV ‒ The Western Plains
The morning dew lies bright upon the plain,
Two youthful voices rise beyond the rain.
The quiet home becomes a doorway to the sky,
The Master’s mercy lifts their spirits high.
The bronze armor bears an ancient will,
The small blade rests, yet the heart stands still.
The father rises like a winged lion in flight,
Two young disciples guard the path of light.