To every parent reading this whose heart is heavy—whether you are walking the path of raising a child with autism, navigating deep emotional distress, or feeling utterly helpless as you watch your child suffer—I want you to know: you are not alone, and there is always hope.
There was a time in my life when I believed my world was collapsing, and no human effort could fix it. My journey from sheer desperation to inner peace showed me the gentle, transformative power of compassion, self-reflection, and faith. I hope my story brings light into your heart today.
When my son entered his eighth-grade year, our home became a battleground. He was rebellious, deeply resistant to school, and consumed by anxiety. One day, after a fierce argument, I locked myself in the bathroom and cried uncontrollably. As a single mother who had sacrificed everything to raise him alone, working double duty as both mother and father, my heart felt completely broken. I wished so deeply that he would come to comfort me.
Instead, he burst through the door and shouted through his own pain, “Mom, how can you cry? I’m suffering ten thousand times more than you, and I haven’t even cried!”
I froze. My tears stopped, but my chest locked up in unbearable pain. From that moment on, my son withdrew from the world. He locked himself in his room, pulling the curtains tightly shut to block out even the daylight. He refused to go to school, refusing medication, counseling, or the advice of loved ones.
As a mother, I tried everything. I took him to doctors, changed his school, sought spiritual readings, and called on every relative he respected. Nothing worked. Despair swallowed me whole: Is my child beyond saving?
At my lowest point, a compassionate friend gently introduced me to Buddhist teachings. She encouraged me to pray for blessings, sincerely repent for my own shortcomings, and dedicate the merit of positive, wholesome deeds to my child.
At first, I held onto this like a lifeline. But my own mind was still full of attachment and anxiety. I was terrified of what colleagues would think, afraid for his future, and haunted by fear whenever I read news about youth mental health. My anxious energy radiated throughout our house. The tighter I tried to grasp and control my son’s life, the more suffocated he felt.
My friend gave me a piece of gentle wisdom that changed everything:
“Focus on your own practice first. Change your own heart, let go of attachment, and your child will naturally begin to change.”
I finally realized that my love had turned into a heavy chain of control and anxiety. True motherly love is not about clinging tightly; it is about learning to hold space with patience, grace, and compassion.
I decided to stop fixating on whether my son went to school each day. Instead, I turned inward. I surrendered my fears, practiced genuine repentance, performed acts of kindness (like freeing captive animals), and dedicated that peaceful energy to him. I replaced my anxiety with warmth and acceptance.
When my heart shifted, the atmosphere in our home softened.
Before his middle school graduation exams, when anxiety threatened to pull him down again, I invited him to join me at a temple blessing. Miraculously, he agreed. Coming home from that peaceful environment, it was as if a heavy weight had lifted from his spirit. He returned to school with a smile, passed his exams, was accepted into high school, and was even honored as an outstanding student during orientation.
Throughout his high school years, I kept up my practice of love, patience, and dedication. Step by step, my son walked out of the shadows of depression. He started working out, his personality became bright and warm, and he eventually graduated and proudly moved on to college.
A Note of Encouragement to Every Parent
Looking back at the years of tears, sleepless nights, and quiet breakdowns, I now see the deeper truth:
The greatest gift we can offer our children is our own peace. We cannot force a child’s mind to heal by pressure or fear. But when we cultivate a heart of unconditional love, patience, and virtue, we become a gentle light that illuminates their path.
Compassion dissolves fear. Buddhist teachings taught me that true strength comes from letting go of ego, practicing deep empathy, and trusting the natural unfolding of life.
To every parent caring for a child with special needs, neurodivergence, or deep mental distress: please do not give up hope. When earthly solutions feel exhausted, remember that a heart filled with sincere compassion and spiritual trust holds unimaginable power.
May you find peace within your own heart, and may that peace bring healing, light, and warmth into your home. You and your child are never truly walk alone.
A small act of kindness in my daughter’s classroom became the start of an extraordinary, life-changing journey.
It all began on the day my daughter brought home birthday cookies shared by her classmate, Little Bi, who has autism. As a mother, looking at the food colorings listed on the ingredient label sparked a gentle concern in me, knowing how sensitive a special child’s nervous system can be to artificial additives. I passed along a friendly note through their teacher. I never imagined that this simple act of care would build a deep bridge between our two families.
When I first met Little Bi’s mother, I could feel the deep exhaustion and anxiety she was carrying. Five-year-old Little Bi lived inside his own quiet world and had never spoken a word. To help him, his parents had sought every medical opinion and explored every avenue available. Seeing a mother willing to try absolutely anything to reach her child touched my heart profoundly.
As a practicing Buddhist following the authentic teachings of H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III, I have personally experienced the transformative power and blessings of the Dharma. Coupled with my professional background in medical nutrition, I believed that Little Bi’s path forward required caring for both his physical body and his spiritual well-being.
With deep empathy, I shared a three-part approach with his mother:
Building Faith and Receiving BlessingsI encouraged her to chant the Six-Syllable Mantra (Om Mani Padme Hum), recite the Sutra Spoken by the Buddha on the Healing of Diseases, and introduce blessed Holy Water from Dharma assemblies, allowing the child to grow enveloped in the compassionate vows of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
Nutritional and Physical SupportFrom a nutritional science perspective, I suggested supplementing his diet with calcium, magnesium, and probiotics to help stabilize his gut health and nervous system.
Early Intervention and Creative OutletsCombining music therapy with psychological guidance to help unleash his hidden talents and foster communication.
During this period, I also dedicated the merits from my own recitation of the Water Repentance Sutra to Little Bi, praying that his obstacles would be cleared.
Through persistent effort, maternal devotion, and the compassionate blessings of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas—including the Vajra Pole blessings during the New Year assembly—the seed we planted bloomed into something truly miraculous.
Recently, Little Bi’s mother reached out to me, her voice trembling with emotion: “Little Bi spoke!”
Not only did he clearly call out to his grandmother, but on Mother’s Day, he looked at his mom and uttered the words she had longed to hear for years: “I love you, Mom.”
In that single moment, years of heartache, tears, and exhaustion melted into pure gratitude. Even his early intervention therapists were amazed by his remarkable progress, highlighting his wonderful talent for music and reassuring his mother that his silence is now a thing of the past.
Little Bi’s amazing transformation reminded me of a profound truth: when we reach out with genuine compassion, we can illuminate even the darkest corners of another person’s world.
Practicing Buddhism is far more than reciting scriptures—it is about putting wisdom and compassion into practice in our daily lives. May this story bring warmth, comfort, and renewed hope to every parent navigating challenges with their children.
I would like to share with every mother who is hoping to conceive that there is an incredibly effective way to pray for a child—the Buddha Dharma.
My precious little one was born safely in December 2016, filling my heart with immense gratitude and happiness. I have always been in poor health. Before becoming pregnant with my daughter, I had experienced the heartbreaking loss of a child. At that time, I believed I might never be able to have children again.
Fortunately, I had already begun studying the Buddha Dharma about a year before that happened. During that period, I diligently listened to the Dharma discourses of Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III and sincerely recited the Universal Gateway of Guanyin Bodhisattva. I dedicated the merits to the child with whom I no longer had the karmic affinity, while also praying that all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas would bless me with a healthy child.
Then something truly miraculous happened. Just two months later, I became pregnant again.
During my pregnancy, I became even more diligent in listening to the Dharma and reciting the Universal Gateway of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Before each session, I would lovingly say to my baby:
“My dear little one, Mommy is about to listen to the Dharma and recite the Universal Gateway of Guanyin Bodhisattva. I invite you to join me so that we can learn together. May you grow up healthy, wise, and well-behaved. May all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas bless us.”
Truly, my child has grown up to be exceptionally intelligent.
While she was still in my womb, I would often communicate with her, saying:
“My little one, when it’s time for you to be born, please don’t let Mommy panic. Give Mommy enough time to prepare mentally. Also, please be born weighing between 2,900 and 3,200 grams—a healthy weight that will make delivery easier for Mommy.”
I have always been someone who is very afraid of pain. Although I eagerly looked forward to my baby’s arrival, I was also extremely anxious about childbirth. After every Dharma-listening session, I would dedicate the merits and pray that all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas would bless me, because I knew the pain of childbirth was beyond what most people could imagine. I also worried that labor might begin unexpectedly before I was prepared.
Even though I had made every preparation, I still felt somewhat nervous.
On my due date, I went directly to the hospital to be induced. That day, I arrived at the hospital calmly and without panic to give birth—an experience I will never forget.
The labor ward was filled with the anguished cries of other mothers in labor. Hearing their suffering brought tears to my eyes. My husband, who was by my side, could hardly eat a bite and quietly fought back tears himself. Their cries were so heart-rending that even those nearby could deeply feel the tremendous pain these mothers were enduring.
During the induction process, I felt only mild discomfort. After receiving the epidural anesthesia, I experienced almost no pain at all. Eventually, the nurse said to me:
“You’re fully dilated and ready to deliver! It’s time to go into the delivery room. Don’t you feel anything?”
I replied,
“Honestly, I don’t feel much at all—just a little pressure.”
At that moment, however, I became afraid that because I couldn’t really feel the contractions, I wouldn’t know how to push. I worried that I might not be able to deliver naturally and would end up needing a cesarean section. The fear I felt was difficult to describe.
Even so, I was probably the quietest mother in the entire labor ward.
Then, in the midst of my fear, I suddenly seemed to hear a voice saying:
“The more fearful you are, the more important it is to remain calm.”
I closed my eyes, visualized the compassionate holy image of the Buddha Master, and continuously recited:
As I was wheeled into the delivery room, another miracle occurred.
Less than ten minutes after entering the delivery room, my baby was born.
Throughout the entire delivery, I felt virtually no pain at all. It was nothing like the agonizing, hellish pain that many people describe.
Even one of the nurses assisting me remarked,
“How did she do that? Just a moment ago she didn’t even know how to push…”
(To this day, I still find it astonishing myself.)
Even more amazingly, my baby’s birth weight was exactly 3,000 grams—precisely what I had hoped for. She was born healthy and safe.
I am profoundly grateful for the compassionate blessings of the Buddha Master and all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. The entire childbirth process went remarkably smoothly, and my daughter has grown up to be an easygoing and well-behaved child.
I deeply understand that everything I experienced was made possible through the compassionate blessings of the Buddha Master and all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. The empowering strength of the Buddha Dharma was something I experienced personally—it was real, tangible, and unmistakable.
With the deepest gratitude to Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III and to all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas throughout the ten directions.
Have you ever wondered if the tiny, seemingly insignificant kind choices we make in our daily lives actually matter? I used to think of the saying “Do not look down upon a tiny good deed, thinking it is of no use” as just a pleasant piece of ancient moral advice.
That was until a rainy afternoon in May, when a single act of compassion became the only reason my husband and I survived a catastrophic accident.
It was a drizzly May afternoon. My husband and I were driving to the countryside to deliver fresh cherries to my mother. The rain swept gently across the windshield as swallows dipped and glided low over the road. Watching them, I quietly reminded myself to drive slowly—I didn’t want to hurt any of these precious little creatures.
Suddenly, a grey spotted dove appeared right in the middle of the road.
Usually, wild animals will instinctively scatter or fly away when they sense an approaching vehicle. But this dove was different. Even as the shadow of our car drew close, it continued to stroll leisurely along the asphalt, completely unbothered and showing no intention of dodging.
Instead of honking or rushing, I gently pressed the brakes. We sat in silence, waiting patiently as the little bird took its sweet time, ambling step by step toward the roadside. Watching its cute, bobbing silhouette, my husband and I looked at each other and smiled. We shared the same unspoken belief: all living beings are equal, animals are our companions on this Earth, and we must never harm a vulnerable life.
We had no idea that those brief seconds we spent waiting for the dove would save us from absolute disaster.
Shortly after the dove cleared the road, we began driving up a sloping hill. Out of nowhere, a massive, ten-meter-long cargo truck appeared from the opposite direction.
Because of the slick, rain-soaked road, the truck driver hit the brakes too hard. In an instant, the heavy vehicle lost control. The massive trailer began to fishtail violently, swinging outward like an unbroken stallion. The giant iron rear of the truck swept directly into our lane, accompanied by a shower of flying debris and rain. It was a terrifying sight.
Our car is a tiny Wuling Mini EV—lightweight, compact, and fragile. To our left was a steep mountain wall; to our right, a sheer cliff. If that heavy, high-speed truck bed made contact with us, our tiny car would have been instantly crushed and sent hurtling over the edge of the cliff.
I gripped the steering wheel as my mind went completely blank. Beside me, my husband froze in terror. We watched the massive steel wall of the truck sweeping toward us, completely helpless as the cold fear of death enveloped us.
Right at that split second—at the absolute boundary between life and death—something miraculous happened.
The violently fishtailing truck suddenly seemed to correct itself. With a massive lurch, it snapped back into its own lane. Carrying its remaining momentum, the giant vehicle brushed past our car with mere inches to spare, stabilized, and quietly rolled away into the rainy mist.
The heart-stopping crisis had arrived without warning, and it vanished just as miraculously.
For a long time, my husband and I sat frozen in the car. Neither of us could utter a single word. Our hearts hammered violently against our ribs. My palms were drenched in cold sweat, and my legs trembled so hard I couldn’t even press the gas pedal. After what felt like an eternity, we finally turned to look at each other. In our panicked, wide-eyed stares, we both realized just how close we had come to dying.
As the adrenaline began to fade, a profound realization washed over me.
If we hadn’t listened to our hearts and paused for that tiny dove, our car would have traveled just a few dozen meters further up the road. We would have been positioned exactly at the fatal bend at the exact millisecond the truck lost control. There would have been absolutely no way to survive.
That slow, stubborn little dove, in its own unique way, had held us back just long enough to shield us from a catastrophic tragedy.
An ancient proverb says:
“If a person loves kindness, though fortune may not have arrived yet, disaster is already far away.”
Experiencing this brush with death made me truly understand the depth of those words. Every kind thought we harbor and every gentle deed we perform plants a seed. We may not see them grow immediately, but they accumulate.
The quiet kindness we put out into the world acts like a small, steady lantern in the dark. When we least expect it—when we face unforeseen dangers or find ourselves standing on the edge of an abyss—that accumulated goodwill quietly steps in to protect us, shielding us from the disasters we never saw coming.
All blessings begin with a kind heart. To live with compassion is to carry the greatest shield of all.
In a world where our pockets buzz every three seconds and notifications constantly hijack our attention, when was the last time you sat quietly with yourself?
We live under the collective illusion that hyper-connectivity equals success. We say “yes” to every social gathering, push ourselves to be extroverted at work, and wear our busyness like a badge of honor. But have you ever noticed the profound sense of emptiness and exhaustion that creeps in after the crowd disperses?
The truth is, modern society doesn’t have a connection deficit. We have a solitude deficit. What we truly lack is the courage to intentionally step away, embrace quietness, and meditate.
For millennia, humans have recognized the sacred link between solitude and mental clarity. From Eastern Zen practices to Western monastic traditions, sages have echoed the same truth: To understand the nature of reality and find your true self, you must first learn to be alone.
Today, cutting-edge neuroscience is finally catching up to this ancient wisdom, revealing what happens to our brains when we unplug:
The Myth of “Social Rest”: When we are around others, our brains automatically activate a “social tracking” network to read facial expressions, body language, and social cues. It’s a vital human instinct, but it’s also a constant source of cognitive drain.
True Neurological Recovery: It is only when we are genuinely alone that the brain can drop its social armor, deactivate its defense mechanisms, and enter a state of true restorative rest.
We’ve been conditioned to view daydreaming or doing “nothing” as a waste of time. Science proves the exact opposite. When you eliminate external stimuli and let your mind wander freely, your brain kicks into its Default Mode Network (DMN) to perform critical maintenance:
Heightened Empathy: Introspection allows us to process complex emotions, ultimately increasing our capacity for empathy and strengthening our relationships with others.
Enhanced Memory Consolidation: An untethered mind actively processes experiences, transforming short-term data into long-term memories.
This brings us to a fascinating psychological paradox: Intentionally choosing solitude actually supercharges our focus when we return to the world. Allowing your mind to drift during quiet moments is the secret weapon to maintaining long-term, high-level productivity.
In her groundbreaking book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, Susan Cain champions the profound impact of “deliberate, productive solitude.”
Modern corporate culture loves to worship the myth of the brainstorming session, pushing the narrative that creativity only sparks in noisy, collaborative open offices. But Cain challenges this notion head-on:
“Cultivating true creativity requires sustained focus and deep, uninterrupted concentration.”
As social creatures, we are incredibly susceptible to peer influence. When we stay in a crowd, we unconsciously compromise, absorbing the collective opinions, biases, and aesthetic preferences of the group.
To pioneer a truly original concept, build a unique philosophy, or discover your authentic voice, you must walk away from the crowd—at least for a little while.
You don’t need to move to a cabin in the woods to reap these benefits. You can reclaim your mental sovereignty right now through micro-habits of meditation and intentional solitude:
1. The 10-Minute Daily Digital Fast
Find a quiet corner, switch your phone to airplane mode, and spend ten minutes focusing solely on your breath. This isn’t about achieving spiritual enlightenment; it is simply about taking your brain “offline” and halting the constant evaluation of the outside world.
2. Schedule a Non-Negotiable “Date with Yourself”
Block out one to two hours every week on your calendar. Go to a café alone, take a solo walk in nature, or read a book without checking your phone. Learn to politely decline low-value social obligations and invest that time into the most important person in your life: you.
In a world that refuses to be quiet, solitude is not isolation, and meditation is not an escape.
They are the highest forms of modern self-discipline. They are the ultimate antidotes to chaos, allowing us to preserve our sanity, sharpen our focus, and unlock our deepest creative potential.
The next time you choose silence over noise, remember: you aren’t missing out on the world. You are simply meeting a more creative, fulfilled, and powerful version of yourself.
Namo Yuhua Shouzhi Wang Holy Mother the Great Mahasattva!
Namo all Buddhas in the ten directions, Vajra Beings, Bodhisattvas, Sky-goers, and Dharma Protectors!
We are gathered here today with utmost piety, sincerity, and gratitude to respectfully honor the holy birthday of Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III. On this auspicious day, we reminisce about Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III with the deepest reverence. We are profoundly grateful to Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III for bringing to all living beings magnificent Buddha Dharma and perfect accomplishment in the Five Vidyās. We are immensely thankful for the auspicious opportunity to respectfully listen to the audio recordings of the true Dharma expounded by Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III, and to study the “Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III Complete Sutra Collection.” They are supreme Dharma treasures!
Buddhist disciples know deep in their hearts that the goal of learning from Buddha and practicing cultivation is absolutely not about fame or fortune. Rather, it is to attain accomplishment and liberation, and be delivered from the cycle of birth and death. This is why, as Buddhist disciples, we must always remind ourselves that our cultivation must not be mere lip service or formality. Truly learning from Buddha is about practicing in accordance with the true Dharma, guiding our own conduct with correct knowledge and right views, walking the path of liberation, and benefiting all living beings.
During this Dharma-ending age, confused knowledge and chaotic views abound, and evil teachings proliferate. Without right faith, we are extremely likely to get lost. Having right faith is not just about believing in the magnificent compassion of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. It involves understanding and believing in causality, and deeply believing that Buddha Dharma can enable all living beings to achieve true deliverance from suffering and the attainment of joy. It is about steadfastly applying the teachings of the Buddha in our own cultivation.
Therefore, we must place our complete reliance on the teachings in the “Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III Complete Sutra Collection.” This Sutra Collection is the vital refuge that guides all living beings in their cultivation practice, leading them toward liberation. We must study the Sutras with reverence, respectfully listen to audio recordings of the Dharmas expounded by Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III, practice in accordance with the teachings, strictly abide by the precepts, and earnestly cultivate ourselves. We must resolve to propagate the true Buddha Dharma, enable more living beings to listen to the true Dharma, uphold the right views, and walk the true path of cultivation.
Speaking of learning and propagating the “Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III Complete Sutra Collection,” we are deeply aware that many native English speakers have been looking forward to studying an accurate and complete translation. I, too, sincerely wish for the English translations to be published as soon as possible, so that more living beings can learn the true Dharma and develop the right views. Translating the Sutras is a profoundly reverential and serious undertaking. In the process, we have encountered many adverse karmic conditions and obstacles. However, no matter how great the difficulties and challenges, we should vigorously drive the English translation forward with utmost reverence, a devoted sense of responsibility, and unwavering determination. In doing so, we wish to enable many more living beings with affinity to encounter the true Dharma, learn the true Dharma, and walk the path of liberation.
All of us should clearly understand that a Buddha’s descent into this world and entry into Parinirvana are due to the good karmic rewards, causes and conditions, and shared karma of all living beings. The coming of the Dharma-ending age is due to the causality and shared karma of all living beings. We can therefore understand that nothing escapes causality. Likewise, it is by virtue of our own causality that we have the opportunity to learn from Buddha and practice cultivation in this lifetime, so as to attain liberation and accomplishment.
The Buddhas compassionately expounded the true Dharma, pointing living beings toward the path of liberation. Even though Buddha Dharma can lead us onto the path of liberation, it cannot replace our own cultivation. Liberation cannot be attained through pleading or waiting; nor is it something that can be bestowed upon us. It must come through our own genuine cultivation, accumulated day by day.
A person who wishes to cross a river will never reach the other shore if they refuse to board the raft ready to take them. A person who is lost will not reach their destination if they do not move forward when pointed in the right direction. The same applies to learning from Buddha and practicing cultivation. Ultimately, truly moving step by step toward the other shore is something only we can do for ourselves.
This is why we must always reflect upon what we do with our body, speech, and mind, sincerely repent of our own sins, strictly abide by the precepts, earnestly cultivate our conduct, and diligently practice Dharma. We must not do any bad deeds, and do all kinds of good deeds. Only by applying Buddha Dharma in our daily lives can we truly transform what we learn from the Dharma into virtue and merit, and reap the benefits. Only then can we continue to make progress, and eventually attain liberation and accomplishment!
Moreover, not only must we cultivate ourselves to attain liberation, but we must also give rise to a mind of great compassion and beneficence. We must apply our own cultivation to uphold, protect, and propagate the true Dharma. We must enable more living beings with karmic affinity to listen to the true Dharma, increase their merit and wisdom, and together plant the cause of liberation.
Finally, may all living beings fulfill their kind wishes, increase their merit and wisdom, live auspiciously, and soon attain liberation!
May all nations flourish and all countries enjoy stability! May there be peace on earth, may the true Dharma eternally abide, and may the Dharma wheel turn forever!
Let us once again pay obeisance!
Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III!
Namo Shakyamuni Buddha!
Namo Yuhua Shouzhi Wang Holy Mother the Great Mahasattva!
Namo all Buddhas in the ten directions, Vajra Beings, Bodhisattvas, Sky-goers, and Dharma Protectors!
Before attending the Dharma Assembly Honoring the Holy Birthday of Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III, I knew very little about Buddhism and had never participated in such a large-scale Buddhist event. I accepted an invitation out of curiosity, expecting to observe a traditional religious ceremony. What I experienced, however, far exceeded my expectations and left a lasting impression on me.
From the moment I entered the venue, I sensed an atmosphere of dignity, serenity, and profound respect. The beautifully arranged altar, the graceful floral decorations, and the orderly seating reflected meticulous preparation. Despite the large number of attendees, everything proceeded with remarkable precision and harmony. Volunteers guided participants with genuine warmth and courtesy, always wearing welcoming smiles and patiently assisting anyone who needed help.
What amazed me most was the extraordinary level of organization. Every part of the Dharma Assembly unfolded smoothly and reverently. There was no confusion or disorder, even though people from many countries and cultural backgrounds had gathered together. The entire event demonstrated an impressive spirit of cooperation, discipline, and mutual respect that is rarely seen at gatherings of this size.
As I observed the ceremony, I was touched by the sincerity of everyone present. The participants were not merely attending an event—they were expressing heartfelt reverence and offering prayers for world peace, the well-being of humanity, and the happiness of all living beings. It was inspiring to witness so many people united by compassion and goodwill rather than personal interests.
Although I am not a disciple of Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III, attending this Dharma Assembly gave me an opportunity to learn more about Him and the values that His teachings encourage. As I listened to those around me speak about His teachings and observed the compassion, humility, and kindness reflected throughout the event, I began to understand why so many people deeply respect and appreciate Him. The atmosphere itself conveyed a powerful message—that genuine spiritual practice should inspire people to become more compassionate, more considerate of others, and more dedicated to creating harmony in society.
One aspect that particularly moved me was the selfless dedication of the volunteers. They worked quietly behind the scenes without seeking recognition, ensuring that every participant felt welcomed and cared for. Their humility, patience, and willingness to serve others demonstrated values that many people, regardless of their religious beliefs, would admire and respect.
As the Dharma Assembly came to a close, I found myself reflecting on the experience. In today’s fast-paced world, opportunities to witness such sincerity, harmony, and mutual respect are increasingly rare. This gathering was much more than a ceremonial celebration; it was a powerful reminder that kindness, compassion, and selfless service have the ability to bring people together across cultures and backgrounds.
I left the venue with a heart full of admiration and gratitude. Although I came simply as a visitor, I departed with a much deeper appreciation for the positive influence that Namo Dorje Chang Buddha III has had on so many people’s lives. Seeing thousands of individuals inspired to cultivate kindness, serve others, and pray for the well-being of the world was deeply moving.
I am grateful for the opportunity to have attended this remarkable Dharma Assembly. It was an unforgettable experience that broadened my understanding of Buddhism and demonstrated how genuine compassion and harmony can unite people from all walks of life. The solemnity of the ceremony, the exceptional organization, and the sincere spirit of everyone present will remain in my memory for years to come.
How many times have you found yourself on a Friday evening, sighing, “Wow, this week went by so fast”?
We often live under the illusion that time is an endless reservoir and that tomorrow’s sun is guaranteed to rise. Because of this, we generously surrender our hours to mindless social media scrolling, infinite short videos, and the trivial daily tasks that drain our energy by day and leave us feeling empty by night.
Recently, I came across an ancient, striking Latin concept being discussed online: Memento Mori—“Remember you must die.”
To turn this abstract philosophy into something physical and undeniable, someone created an incredibly simple yet visceral tool: the Life Calendar.
It is just a standard sheet of A4 paper covered in a dense grid of tiny squares. Each square represents one week of your life.
If we assume an average lifespan of 80 years, that is 52 weeks multiplied by 80 years, which equals exactly 4,160 squares.
When you print this sheet out and sit before it, the visual impact is startling. You realize with a jolt that our long, passionate, complex lives, when stripped down to their absolute essence, can fit onto a single sheet of paper—with room to spare.
Now, at the end of every weekend, I take a pen and firmly cross off a square.
The scratch of the pen against the paper sounds like the quiet, relentless step of passing time. As the ink buries those past seven days, a few inescapable questions rise to the surface:
“Is this really all the squares I have left?”
“What did I actually do with the seven days I just crossed off?”
“If life is this brief, am I truly willing to trade my remaining squares for superficial social obligations and mental clutter?”
“Is where I am pouring my heart and energy truly worth the exchange?”
Admittedly, this ritual might seem extreme, even cold—like a daily countdown to the end. But when daily life becomes numb and repetitive, radical measures are often the most effective way to wake up.
Throughout history, those who achieved mastery in their fields often held onto habits that others found bizarre. They were willing to appear eccentric because they understood a fundamental truth: life is too short, and what truly matters must be fiercely guarded.
Steve Jobs: Every morning, he looked in the mirror and asked, “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” If the answer was “no” too many days in a row, he knew it was time to change.
Yuval Noah Harari: The author of Sapiens goes on a strict 60-day silent meditation retreat every single year. For 10 hours a day, he completely disconnects from the digital noise—no phones, no talking.
As Cal Newport notes in Deep Work, a personal ritual might seem strange to outsiders, but if it works for you, it is absolutely worth it. These extraordinary individuals weren’t being quirky; they were aggressively reclaiming their finite time.
Since adopting the Life Calendar, my daily habits have shifted dramatically.
Previously, whenever boredom or fatigue crept in, my hand would instinctively reach for my phone to mindlessly scroll through YouTube or social media feeds. Now, the moment my fingers hover over the screen, that dense grid of 4,160 squares flashes in my mind.
A voice pulls me back: “Careful. You are about to trade a portion of your remaining squares for a few seconds of cheap dopamine. Is it really worth the swap?”
This instant awareness acts as a powerful pattern-interrupter. It keeps me focused and intentional during the day, and gives me the resolve to step away from empty entertainment in the evenings to focus on personal growth and long-term aspirations.
But my practice of crossing off a square each week has a deeper, more profound purpose. It has anchored my spiritual path and Buddhist practice with absolute clarity.
The world is full of dazzling distractions—wealth, achievements, and praise. Yet, looking at that slowly darkening sheet of paper, a quiet truth settles in: when the final square is crossed off and impermanence claims us, not a single cent of wealth or ounce of worldly fame can be taken with us.
I do not want my limited squares to be filled with things that vanish like smoke.
Instead, I want to use this finite life to cultivate eternal value. By practicing the Dharma and dedicating myself to genuine spiritual cultivation, I am building the kind of merit and wisdom that transcends this single lifetime.
The calendar silently urges me every day: Be diligent! Do not waste time! Only by practicing mindfully in the present can we transcend the cycles of suffering and cultivate true, lasting liberation.
As you finish reading this, take a moment to draw your own grid in your mind. Count how many squares you have already crossed off, and look at how many blank spaces remain.
Life is brief, and this world of ours has no shortage of struggles. Stop spending your most precious squares on people and things that do not serve your deeper purpose. Plan wisely, live intentionally, and make every square count. May we all find true freedom and peace within the pages of our finite lives.
My family is originally from Mimou in the suburbs of Chengdu. In the autumn of 1992, my second younger brother Gao-Song Lu’s two-year-old son, Yang Lu, was hospitalized in the local Mimou Hospital with a mysterious high fever. Every day he received shots and took all sorts of medicine. This included Chinese herbal medicine, such as bupleurum falcatum and isalis root, and Western medicine, such as penicillin. None of them did any good. Every morning his fever would go down, but late at night it would rise up to 39°C (102.2°F) or 39.5°C (103.1°F). Within a few days, Yang Lu had developed a serious case of pneumonia. His condition worsened quickly, and his fever rose to 40°C (104°F). His father Gao-Song Lu had no choice but to move him to the 47th Military Hospital in Xindu.
There was a shortage of beds at the pediatric department, but with the help of the hospital’s head nurse, Li-Qin Huang, a friend of mine, Yang Lu found a place to stay at the department of Chinese herbal medicine. Yang Lu received much more advanced treatment at the military hospital than he did at that local ordinary hospital, but his temperature did not come down. To make matters worse, because of his continuous high fever, a horrible reaction to one of the intravenous shots all of a sudden caused his skin to blacken and and his tongue and reproductive organs to shrink. The doctor told my brother and his wife that Yang Lu might not live if the fever did not abate soon. Li-Qin Huang, the head nurse, was very worried and had someone look all over for me. When I finally heard what was happening, I dropped my work immediately and went to the residence of my respected Buddha master, His Holiness Dorje Chang Buddha III, to seek help.
I was very anxious, but H.H.Dorje Chang Buddha III consoled me. “Do not worry. This is a small matter. I will give you Chinese herbal medicine that will bring down the fever in no time.” H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III promptly ground the medicine to powder, wrapped it in white paper, and wrote on it “Mi Tuo Powder.” Yang Lu took the medicine, and his fever came down that very day. He was cured without even taking all of the Chinese medicine. The next day he was able to check out of the hospital and return home. My family and neighbors marveled at the effectiveness of “Mi Tuo Powder” and were all deeply grateful to H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III for saving Yang Lu’s life. Yang Lu is now in high school and plans to apply to the air force academy. He is very healthy.
In 1996, an injected form of H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III’s “Mi Tuo Powder” was developed. Xiao-Mei Fang made arrangements with the Chengdu Institute of Biological Medicine to complete production procedures and produce a sample of golden ampere injected medicine. After H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III left Chengdu, the development was terminated for some reason. I hope that someday “Mi Tuo Powder” will be made available to help all people.
Chengdu Daily News Shih-Fang Lu,
April, 2006
(This is a complete translation of the Chinese text that follows originally written and signed by Shi-Fang Lu.)
Editor’s Note: This article is dedicated to Mother’s Day. The author is a 47-year-old mother whose eldest son is already 20 years old. Two years ago, after unexpectedly becoming pregnant with a second child, she firmly chose to give birth despite her husband’s threats of divorce, opposition from family members, and the risks associated with advanced maternal age. How did she maintain such a moving and unwavering maternal love? What gave her the strength to stand against worldly pressures?
I. I Planned to Become a Nun, but Unexpectedly Became Pregnant
“If you insist on keeping this baby, then let’s get divorced! The older child stays with me, and you can raise the second child by yourself!”
My husband nearly shouted those words at me.
“Please,” I replied through tears, “the baby is perfectly healthy. Please give this child a chance to be born and live.”
That evening, after dinner, we once again argued fiercely about whether I should keep or abort this unexpected pregnancy. My husband presented every possible reason why we should not have a second child. Whether through persuasion or pressure, his goal was the same: he was determined that I terminate the pregnancy.
At that point, the “uninvited guest” in my womb was exactly three months old.
I call the baby an “uninvited guest” because I had already made up my mind to become a nun.
One day in 2017, I attended a Dharma listening session at a Buddhist center and respectfully listened to the Dharma discourses of H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III. That gathering opened a completely new chapter in my life.
I subsequently took refuge in the Three Jewels. Through continuously listening to the Buddha’s Dharma discourses and studying Buddhist teachings, I gradually understood the true direction of my life and became determined to cultivate diligently. Eventually, I developed the aspiration to renounce worldly life and even completed an application to enter monastic life.
A few days after submitting the application, on December 8, 2018, I suddenly felt weak and nauseated. When I went to the hospital for an examination, the doctor informed me that I was pregnant.
It was completely unexpected.
Shock, confusion, struggle, disappointment—my emotions surged all at once. I had no idea what to do.
Had I not been studying Buddhism, I might have simply chosen abortion as many women do when they do not want a child. But as a Buddhist disciple, I had come to understand the law of cause and effect and the preciousness of obtaining a human birth.
How could I harm my own child and deprive a soul of the opportunity to be reborn as a human being?
Most importantly, I had already resolved to become a nun. Yet now this “uninvited guest” had arrived. Surely I could not enter monastic life while carrying a child.
Would I spend the rest of my life occupied with the responsibilities of family life?
Soon I came to accept the situation. This was karmic affinity—something beyond my control. I decided to follow the natural course of events.
While silently reciting the holy name of Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, I underwent an ultrasound examination. The baby was healthy and developing normally.
The doctor said, “At your age, becoming pregnant is not easy. I’ll prescribe medication to help stabilize the pregnancy. If you don’t intend to keep the baby, you should schedule the procedure soon. You’re already nearly two months pregnant.”
His words only strengthened my determination to give birth.
II. “I Will Protect This Child with My Life”
Both my husband and I had health issues. It had not been easy raising our first son, who was already in high school. My husband had long opposed the idea of having another child, so I initially concealed the pregnancy from him.
However, he soon found out.
Our household erupted into turmoil.
Whether during meals, before bed, or through messages on WeChat, he constantly urged me to undergo an abortion. We argued repeatedly. He even accused me of being selfish.
I felt helpless and dreaded going home. I tried to avoid seeing him whenever possible.
The only place where I found peace was at the Buddhist center, listening to the Dharma discourses of H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III and reciting the holy name of Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. Whenever I bowed before the Buddha or looked upon the image of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, I would burst into tears uncontrollably.
My husband then organized a family gathering and invited my siblings to persuade me to abandon the pregnancy.
Everyone expressed their opinions. Alone, I found myself debating against the entire family.
Then my husband delivered what he believed was the ultimate threat:
“If you insist on giving birth, then you’re on your own. We’ll get divorced. I’ll only take responsibility for our older child.”
Without hesitation, I replied:
“I will take full responsibility for whatever happens. Even if I become a beggar, I will raise this child. If anyone tries to take this child away, I will protect him or her with my life.”
I cried and ran outside.
In late December 2018, my husband placed a divorce agreement and our marriage certificate in front of me and demanded that I sign.
I faced the most difficult decision of my life:
Should I choose my child or my marriage?
Should I raise an infant alone, or maintain our family of three and continue our comfortable life together?
I did not sign the agreement.
Instead, I wrote a will.
As an older expectant mother, I knew there were risks associated with childbirth. I carefully arranged my affairs and entrusted a Dharma sister with the responsibility of raising the child if something happened to me. I hoped she would one day bring the child to pay respects to the Buddha. If that became impossible, I requested that a temple care for the child.
By continuously listening to the Buddha’s Dharma teachings, I gained a deeper understanding of karma and causality. I firmly believed that if I sincerely practiced according to Buddhist principles, the future would not be as bleak as I feared.
Kneeling before the Buddha altar, I made a solemn vow:
No matter how difficult the future became, I would not abort this child. Even if my own life were at risk, I would give birth. I prayed for the blessings of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to protect both myself and my child.
III. Upholding Buddhist Principles Brings the Best Outcome
Life is often full of unexpected turns.
On New Year’s Day 2019, my son returned home from school and accidentally discovered the unsigned divorce agreement on my bedside table.
Without hesitation, he tore it up.
Before returning to school, he secretly wrote a letter to his father and slipped it into his coat pocket.
When I later read the letter, I broke down in tears.
My son recalled how hard our family had worked to raise him, how loving his parents once were, and how much his mother had sacrificed. He even included a cherished family photograph.
After reading the letter, my husband’s attitude gradually softened.
When an ultrasound later confirmed that the baby was a healthy girl, the entire family rejoiced. My husband’s family had always hoped for a daughter.
From that moment onward, everyone’s attitude changed dramatically. Instead of opposition, they began showing genuine care and support.
Throughout the pregnancy, I continued attending Dharma study sessions, participating in Buddhist activities, and praying to Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. I also engaged in acts of merit such as life release, offering lamps, making offerings to the Buddha and Sangha, and reciting the Universal Gate Chapter of the Lotus Sutra.
Although I was considered an older expectant mother, my pregnancy progressed remarkably well.
On July 4, 2020, while lying on the operating table, I focused wholeheartedly on reciting the holy name of Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.
The cesarean section proceeded smoothly and without complications.
A healthy baby girl weighing 6.8 pounds was born.
Family and friends waiting outside the operating room were overjoyed.
My first cesarean section had been extremely difficult, with serious complications for both mother and child. Yet this time, I was able to get out of bed and walk the very next day.
When I returned to work after maternity leave, my colleagues remarked that I looked unchanged despite having given birth and joked that I had gained the perfect blessing—a son and a daughter.
I proudly replied:
“Of course it’s different when one has the blessings of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.”
And that is exactly how it felt.
Today, my daughter is nearly two years old.
Time and again, circumstances have unfolded in the best possible way. Relatives unexpectedly appeared when childcare help was needed. Teachers made special accommodations for her. She became beloved by classmates and teachers alike.
Everything seemed to fall naturally into place.
Only a few days after her birth, my husband was recommended for a local leadership development position. Friends congratulated him on receiving two blessings at once.
The storms that once threatened our family have long since passed.
Our family of four now enjoys a harmonious and happy life together.
Through this experience, I came to understand the true meaning of perseverance.
A mother’s willingness to protect her child, no matter the hardship or sacrifice, is perseverance.
A Buddhist disciple’s commitment to cherish all life and uphold the principle of “Refrain from all evil and practice all good” despite difficulties and humiliation is also perseverance.
People often ask me what gave me the strength to remain steadfast.
I can only say that beyond the power of maternal love, there was also the power of Buddha Dharma.
As Mother’s Day approaches, I hope that all parents may find the courage to uphold what is right and allow those karmically connected children who come into this world the precious opportunity of human life.
As long as we uphold wholesome causes and conditions, no obstacle is impossible to overcome.
Written by: Ye Mingzhu Edited by: Lamp Before the Buddha (Fo Qian Deng)
