A Daughter’s Five-Millennium Search

This is a record of an interview with Wu Shiyun, a spirit who sought deliverance at the Hsiang Kuang Pure Land Buddhist Centre in Australia. She now resides in the Western Land of Dharma Nature. This account reflects upon her life approximately 5,600 years ago in an ancient tribe. Recorded by the chief writer, Shi Fa, on March 8, 2026.

Wu Shiyun speaks:

"Namo Amituofo. Father, it is I, your daughter, Wu Shiyun. It has been such a long time. I have been by your side, within your facial cells, for quite a while now—I cannot say it has been 'a long time' in the sense of distance, but I have longed to say these words to you. Let me speak them now: the last time we saw each other in the human world was 5,600 years ago. Such a vast stretch of time, yet it is truly profound to reflect upon.

I was born into a primitive tribe, and you were our chief. Our tribe was incredibly ancient and modest in size, with only a handful of people living a very simple, humble life. We survived through gathering, fishing, and hunting. In those days, agricultural technology was not yet developed, so we had to rely entirely on the wisdom of our elders. We needed an extraordinary sensitivity and awareness regarding the climate, celestial phenomena, soil conditions, and the shifting of the terrain. Across the vast, endless earth and along the edges of steep cliffs, our people struggled to survive in such a primitive yet perilous environment. From the perspective of modern humanity, we were quite primitive, yet our tribe had a long history spanning thousands of years. The core philosophy passed down through generations was to live in harmony and peace with nature. We were born of this earth, and its blood flowed through our veins.

The Connection to the Earth

The blood-red earth was so similar to our own skin tone, just as it mirrored the blood flowing within our bodies. This was the common understanding our people had of the land; it was the deepest connection we felt to the world around us. We held all things on this earth in great reverence. Perhaps people today cannot comprehend this, but we were truly able to perceive the spirits of all things.

We knew that the earthly creatures, the spirits of animals, the birds and beasts, the vast ocean, the fish within the sea, and even the air, water, and rivers—all possessed their own spirits. They were the roots of our many ancestral spirits. We all lived together on this land, protecting it, flourishing and decaying alongside it. This was the fundamental concept of our existence. In those days, we did not believe that humans were in any way superior to other beings.

As a part of the earth, humans were no different from the animals. We respected one another, and we could even communicate through our intentions. We held each other in high regard and did not inflict harm upon one another. Aside from the necessity of fishing and hunting to fill our bellies, we never killed wantonly. On this land, we lived simply to survive. As our chief, you used your exceptional sensitivity and keen perception to lead us in understanding all the myriad things on this land. On nights when the stars filled the sky, you would teach us about everything happening in the vast heavens beyond our world. By gazing at the starry sky and observing the changes in the clouds and celestial patterns, we could foresee many events about to unfold on our land.

The Burden of Leadership

Whether it was floods, droughts, rising rivers, or pestilence, we could know of them in advance through various signs, allowing us to prepare and evade every disaster. I was your daughter and the heir to the chieftainship. I possessed a boldness that did not lose to any man, and eventually, I succeeded you as the leader of our tribe. The succession was not hereditary; rather, the position was given to the person with the highest spiritual sensitivity. As your daughter, I worked hard to learn the skills required of a chief, including observing meteorological changes and finding water sources and fertile soil. Yet, you always felt that I lacked the most important condition for leadership.

At the time, I did not understand what I was missing. I asked you several times, but you never gave me a direct answer. You only said that I had to use my own eyes to observe and experience the world around me more deeply, to see the true needs of our people, and only then would I have the chance to learn the true requirements of a chief. You told me that this condition was not about how high my sensitivity was, nor about how quickly I could identify disasters, but about a sincere heart—a heart that genuinely cares for the people and for all living things. I believed I was sincere in wanting to serve my people, but I could not understand why you would say such things. In the Australia of that time, the spirits of the soil came from the deep ocean. After they surfaced, we could converse with them and understand the changes this region had undergone over tens of thousands of years. Back then, I did not realise that these spirits had spent tens of thousands of years travelling from the seabed to the surface, nor did I realise the suffering they had endured. I was only focused on how to meet your expectations and how to be a competent chief.

However, I know now that this was exactly what I lacked: I was not treating all things with a true heart; I was not genuinely wanting to help the spirits of the earth. Mixed into my actions was my own selfishness—a heart that considered only itself, a heart that wanted to gain the recognition of others by becoming a 'competent' chief. Such a heart made my spirit less pure and simple than yours; it was tainted. From a spiritual perspective, there were stains. These dark stains would later have a profound impact on me.

The Sacrifice at the River

One day, you sensed a disaster approaching and instructed me to keep the tribe in a fixed location to avoid it. It was a small hill on the plains. You hinted that there would be torrential rain and floods in the coming days and warned me never to act rashly. You told me that leaving the hill would risk being swept away by the river, and that this storm would be sudden and fierce—not to be underestimated. Australia was not as arid then as it is now; torrential rain and overflowing rivers on the plains were common. Because there were no stable riverbeds, the direction of the flooding was unpredictable. When I saw that the rain did not arrive as you had predicted, I assumed the danger had passed and asked the tribe to lower their guard and move about freely.

After all, the rain had not come on time; perhaps it had been delayed by a few days. I thought that perhaps your calculations were wrong, or that the river's path had shifted due to some factor. After all, the path of a flood is not easy to predict. I asked everyone to return to their usual areas and continue their work. Seeing that no disaster had occurred, the people felt relieved and praised my leadership.

However, just as everyone was in the middle of their work, the sky suddenly changed, and a violent storm broke out. Only then did everyone realise that this was the prelude to the great rain. We urgently tried to return to the hill you had pointed out, but the river had blocked our path. At that moment, you appeared alone from the distance, dragging a massive tree trunk to bridge the river so that everyone could cross quickly. You hoped to get us across this obstacle and back to the safety of the hill.

But the river was raging, and the floating log could not be stabilised in the torrential current. It could not be fixed in one place. The swaying wood made it impossible for people to move forward, and the entire trunk was at risk of being swept away at any moment. So, you jumped into the river, wedging your body into the crevices of the rocks, holding the log with both hands to let everyone pass.

As one person after another crossed, the river continued to rise, soon submerging your waist and chest, and eventually, it almost went over your head. Everyone was terrified, but the tribe had not yet fully escaped danger; many were still gathering their belongings to cross. Yet, you had no complaints; you only urged everyone to hurry. Just after the last person crossed, you were already submerged in the water, nowhere to be found. I was frantic, for the current was too violent, and I could not find you. I began to worry about your safety, wondering how you could have survived so long under the water, or where the flood might have carried you. I did not understand any of this. I called out to you in desperation, but there was no response. Days later, when the water receded, I still could not find a trace of you. I began to blame myself, thinking that I should not have led the people back to work; if I hadn't done that, perhaps this would never have happened.

With my sensitivity, I only later understood that this was perhaps a trial and tribulation that we all had to face, and that you had foreseen it all along. You chose to bear it alone, finding a way to save everyone, even though the price was the sacrifice of your own life. I asked the surrounding ancestral spirits if they had seen where your spirit had gone, but I received no answer."

"After that, having waited for several days without any word from the tribal leader, I naturally succeeded to the position. This was not merely because I was the leader's child; it was primarily because I possessed a significant degree of spiritual sensitivity. Furthermore, out of gratitude for the leader's dedication and sacrifice for everyone, the people decided to appoint me as the next leader. In their eyes, they could always see a reflection of the former leader in me, which provided them with a sense of comfort. Through our heart-to-heart exchanges, I knew that everyone deeply cherished and appreciated the leader's contributions to our village.

A Lesson in Arrogance and Reflection

This experience forced me to deeply reflect on my own shortcomings. I realised that everything had stemmed from my arrogance regarding my own abilities, and from the fact that I had not truly considered the needs of the people and the spirits. The deviation in my mental state at that moment allowed me to be controlled, leading to such consequences. Yet, after my profound repentance and reflection, I continued to help my tribespeople, leading them in their struggle for survival on this land.

Fortunately, after that incident, our tribe never again encountered such torrential rain for the rest of my life. Miraculously, from that point on, the rainfall across this land of Australia became much more stable, with fewer instances of such sudden, destructive downpours.

A Journey Through the Realms

I had no descendants before I passed away. I passed the leadership to an experienced and sensitive elder in the village and then departed this world in my sleep. My heart was constantly set on finding my father's whereabouts; I believed that with his Goodness and virtuous deeds, he must have gone to a wonderful place.

My spirit, driven by this longing, arrived at the Dragon Palace of the South Sea Dragon King. In order to see my father, I entered the space within the Dragon King's face. I did not understand why I had come to the Dragon Palace to meet the Dragon King, but as soon as I projected this question from my heart, the Dragon King immediately sent a message to let me know that the spirit of the South Sea Dragon King was my father. He was now in charge of this ocean and the rainfall for the entire region. In the unseen realms, he effectively harmonised the nearby rainfall and cooperated with the decrees of the heavenly realms, trying his best not to harm the innocent, always acting where he could help earthly creatures. This opportunity allowed me to better understand what it truly means to help sentient beings, as excessive interference with natural rainfall is not in accordance with heavenly law.

The Eternal Mission of a Buddha-Spirit

Not long after, my father was reincarnated into other realms. Regardless of where he was born, he always radiated Goodness, wishing to help sentient beings and civilians. When a Buddha-spirit appears in the world, their sensitivity is always extremely high. He could see the realms of spirits in space and understand the suffering of all beings. He was always actively motivated to help, whether by giving his own wealth or by educating people to turn their hearts toward Goodness, correcting their selfish and erroneous thoughts, and guiding them back to the principles of nature. He also taught the masses to think of others as he did, to consider the people and things around them, and to reduce their own selfish attachments.

As this Buddha-spirit was reincarnated, he was not always born in Australia; he gradually moved to other countries, such as present-day India, Tibet, and China. Each time he appeared, he embodied the most authentic and simple side of my father. His presence always brought about positive changes in the surrounding environment.

The Sensitivity of the Spirit

I am personally very sensitive to energy fields and can perceive any shift between Goodness and evil. Wherever my father was born, the originally murky energy fields would be transformed by his positive, active, and powerful mental energy. He was always able to lead the people and spirits around him to change toward a positive energy field. My father has held many identities: emperor, wealthy merchant, high official, teacher, practitioner, and even a monastic, as well as commoner, beggar, or orphan. No matter what identity he held, my father was always very accepting of his fate and diligent; he never developed negative thoughts because of the different roles he played.

The purity of my father's spirit lay in the fact that, in any role, he could observe the people, events, and things associated with that identity, think for them, and give for them. Even if his environment and conditions were not always affluent or better than others, my father did not dwell on these things, but instead did his utmost to contribute.

The True Face of My Father

This is the true appearance of my father's spirit as I have seen it. Seeing this, I felt deeply ashamed within the space of his philtrum. In the past, I had always hoped to achieve a position of respect like his. Whenever he spoke, people were always willing to listen, respecting every word he said and actively putting it into practice.

I held such reverence for him in my heart and wanted to learn his abilities. Listening to every word he spoke from within his philtrum space, I realised that these words were never for himself, nor were they meant to show off his control over others or to distinguish social status. Rather, they were truly meant to help the other person escape their current predicament, walk out of their psychological entanglements, and let go of their attachments to many things. This has always been my father's way.

The Inconceivable Power of the Buddha-Name

What shocked me even more was that my father has a very deep Dharma affinity. No matter where he was born, he always had the opportunity to encounter the Buddha’s teachings, and upon doing so, he would always be chanting the Buddha-name. I continued to listen to the Buddha-name he chanted from within the philtrum space. At first, I did not understand the meaning of this Buddha-name, but I saw my father use it to perform many inconceivable deeds. Whether it was saving spirits in space to help them leave their original realms, or facing demon crowds that attacked and threatened him, he would magnify the light of the Buddha-name upon them, causing them to shed their original dark and evil energy fields, eventually leading them to surrender and become Dharma protectors. Or, in extremely dangerous environments and plague-ridden lands, he would improve the energy field of the entire environment through the Buddha’s teachings, stabilising the surroundings and allowing the spirits within to find peace of mind. This Buddha-name is truly inconceivable; in these past five thousand years, I have seen it too many times to count. I never imagined that, besides physical sensitivity, there was such a magical method.

Return to the Homeland

I continued to follow my father as he travelled through various realms and spaces, and most recently, my father was born in Taiwan. This time, my father was also extremely simple; the process of his upbringing in Taiwan and the profession he later pursued were both very humble. As expected, the Buddha’s teachings are extremely prevalent in Taiwan, and my father, relying on his Dharma affinity, quickly resonated with the Buddha’s teachings and connected with them. With his usual boldness, he immediately let go of his original work and threw himself directly into practice. To the average person, this might seem very strange and incomprehensible, but if everyone knew what my father had done in his past lives, they would know that he has always been this way. It would actually be more surprising to me if he did not do so. My father's achievement in the practice of the Buddha’s teachings this time is also very high—so high that he is able to manifest the true Buddha residing in the world, and is called Su Fo by Amitabha Buddha.

Because my father's legs were torn apart by sentient beings and demon crowds, this sacrifice of himself moved Amitabha Buddha to descend and reside at the Hsiang Kuang Pure Land Buddhist Centre in Australia. I never thought that by following my father, I would be able to return to this land of Australia. After thousands of years, returning to my homeland truly makes me sigh with emotion and fills me with astonishment.

The Modern Challenge

The gap of five thousand years has allowed modern Australia to develop so much technology, and life is vastly different. What surprises me most is the change in the energy field here; after a millennium of absence, there are so many mixed and chaotic energy fields.

These mixed and chaotic dark energy fields all come from the people living on this land today. I can feel that the people here, just as I did when I was only considering myself, have many more selfish thoughts. These thoughts attract demon crowds and bring about dark, negative energy fields. This is why my father had to return to Australia. After all, the purpose of my father's reincarnation across the world is to travel and correct the local energy fields and improve people's lives; wherever there is suffering, my father goes there.

The energy field in Australia has reached a relatively chaotic stage, so my father chose to return to this land to help the people here. One can see that with the blessing of Amitabha Buddha, the entire Australian land is covered in golden light, which has improved the energy field significantly. However, if we do not start from the root—the human heart—the dark energy field will continue to be attracted by complex human minds.

The Urgency of Dharma Education

This is why my father must vigorously promote Buddhist education on this land. Only by improving the human heart through education, thereby transforming the negative energy fields deep within, can the energy field of Australia achieve long-term change. My father knows that it is not easy for Amitabha Buddha to reside in the world, and he knows that the time Amitabha Buddha is residing in the world is very limited; he must actively seize it.

He must also allow the people of Australia to recognise Amitabha Buddha while the Buddha is residing in the world, and at the same time, allow sentient beings, countries, and people around the world who have a Dharma affinity to recognise Amitabha Buddha, so as not to waste the precious time that Amitabha Buddha is residing in Australia and on Earth. The flow of the Dharma is very rapid; if we can actively seize this period, the energy field on Earth will achieve unprecedented improvement. This is something my father has always understood. Therefore, my father has always been actively promoting Amitabha Buddha in Australia, and in Taiwan and China, my father has also been working for a long time.

Just today, my father is conducting a massive Chao Du, and the five-thousand-year space of China is slowly being broken through. Currently, my father has reached the ten-thousand-year space. Such a space is actually deeper and more profound; this is what I can perceive with my spiritual sensitivity. There are even deeper spaces within, and my father continues to strive to break through them."

During such massive Chao Du, the attacks from the demon crowds caused my father immense suffering. Even though his entire body was in excruciating pain, his bones were displaced, and his face was severely damaged—his teeth knocked out, his eyes swollen, and his face covered in deep, dark bruising—my father never wavered for even a single moment. Just as he has sacrificed himself countless times over many lifetimes, all to exchange for the stability of the people and their peace of mind, he remained steadfast. Facing this brutal threat from the demon crowds, my father naturally did not take it to heart. As long as he could awaken the Chinese people to recognise the power of 'Namo Amituofo,' such a sacrifice, as he has always said, is truly worth it. Therefore, he will not stop his steps; he will forge ahead with courage. I observed all of this from the space within my father's philtrum. Even as the demon crowds were using their 'magic' to inflict agony, my father's mouth and heart were still chanting the Buddha-name, never once interrupted.

The Unwavering Concentration of a Bodhisattva

I am filled with deep admiration for such meditative concentration. I am not surprised, however, because my father has been this way for countless lifetimes. This time, amidst the massive, relentless attacks from the demon crowds, it once again manifested that my father's concentration on the Buddha-name remains solid, forever surpassing the demon crowds. It is a testament to the power of the Buddha-name that can withstand even the most chaotic and malevolent forces in the universe.

Learning the True Meaning of Compassion

This has also allowed me to deeply and truly learn that being able to think for beings to such an extent—to put their salvation above one's own physical existence—was indeed the missing link I lacked back then. Although I have been learning from my father for these past few thousand years, I still need to strive to elevate myself. Having followed my father's Dharma Body to perform Chao Du everywhere over these past few years, I have gradually been able to comprehend this kind of sincere heart and Buddha-heart. It is not merely about performing a ritual; it is about embodying the compassion of the Buddha in every breath.

My father invited the beings on his face to leave, and I was also invited into the Dharma-Nature Land. Although I have left my father's side, I understand that only by following Namo Amituofo in the next stage can I have greater potential to contribute to the salvation of others. I hope that I, too, can attain the same realm as my father, and like Namo Amituofo, be able to save numerous beings and travel freely back to the Western Pure Land.

A Long-Awaited Reunion

It has been thousands of years, and I still want to say one thing to my father: 'Father, we have finally met again.' At that time, I could not see you for the last time, nor could I personally repent for my arrogance before you. However, these regrets have long since ceased to exist. I know that you have never held onto these burdens, and I also know that true repenting is to be like you—sincerely making vows and saving the world and beings. You have shown me that the past is a lesson, but the present is where the work of salvation truly happens.

I have already learned these truths. Since I have this opportunity to speak a few words, I will recount the causes and consequences of this matter. I am grateful to Namo Amituofo and Practitioner Su for giving me this opportunity to tell my story. It is a story of redemption, of learning, and of the infinite compassion that flows from the Western Pure Land.

Namo Amituofo.

Wu Shiyun