My Fa-Rectification Experience at a "610 Office" and Labor Camp By a Falun Dafa Practitioner in China
(Clearwisdom.net) Master taught us in Teaching the Fa at the 2002 Fa Conference in Boston, "But even so, it's actually because the old forces insist on testing
Dafa disciples' xinxing that they've done this. That's definitely the
case. If it weren't, this definitely wouldn't have happened. The best way
to deal with this situation is for Dafa disciples to walk their paths
righteously, to try their best not to let the evil or the old forces take
advantage of their gaps, and to solidify their righteous thoughts" I would like to share some enlightenment about solidifying our righteous
thoughts based on my Fa-rectification experiences and what I observed happen
to fellow practitioners. During these three years of cultivation in the Fa-rectification period,
whenever I could smoothly pass trials was when my righteous thoughts were very
strong. At the end of 2000, I was arrested and brought to a "610 Office" [an
agency specifically created to persecute Falun Gong, with absolute power over
each level of administration in the Party and all other political and
judiciary systems]. Because their crimes of torturing Falun Dafa disciples
were exposed on Clearwisdom Net, they suspected that I was involved in this
action, and tried to get some information from me so that they could further
destroy our materials site in the region. They pretended to be very nice to me
at the beginning and told me that they were not after me and only wanted to
find out something inconsequential. I saw through their plan and told them
that I knew their purpose was to find more of my fellow practitioners. In the
end, they not only did not get any information from me, but also felt ashamed
that their attempt had failed. Seeing that their soft approach was not working, they locked me in a small
room with seven or eight policemen. One of them said, "You did not like those
nice words we were using, now we will really force you!" Facing such a threat,
I was a little scared at first, but I collected myself quickly, calmly
solidified my righteous thoughts, and reminded myself that I would never give
in to them. They put handcuffs and ankle shackles on me, tore off my clothes,
pressed me down to the floor, put a chair on top of my body, and made a heavy
policeman sit on the chair. And then another police officer started to shock
me with an electric baton. I had only one thought in my mind, "This baton will
not work on me!" A miracle happened. Although the electric baton produced loud
buzzing noises, it only felt to me like there were some ants biting my toes.
The police officer holding the baton said, "How come it doesn't work? Is it
out of batteries?" Another police officer said, "Impossible! It just got
recharged." So they shocked me from my toes to my head. I did not make a
sound, and silently recited Master's poem Non-Existence to myself. They
were quite discouraged by now. They used another baton on me that had just
been recharged, but I was still unmoved. At this time the head of the group
came up to me, and while hitting my face, asked, "Are you still going to
cultivate?" I answered loudly, "Of course!" He asked, "Will you still go to
Tiananmen?" I answered, "Yes!" He asked, "Are you going to appeal to the
United Nations?" I answered, "If I can get out this country!" He asked, "Will
you cultivate until your last breath?" I answered, "I will cultivate until I
am dead!" They saw such firmness in me that they totally lost their strength.
They said among themselves, "This guy is solid like steel, there's no way to
deal with him." Suddenly I realized that I should not let them torture me any
further. So I shouted with all my strength, "Police beat me!" And flipped over
the chair that was pressed on top of me. My shouting shocked them and they
hurried to close the door. Some of them shouted, "Stuff his mouth with a
towel!" But no one dared to move. The head police officer said, "Electric
shocks are not working on him, how about we cuff him backwards now." Two big
guys came up to twist my arms backwards, but they could not do it because my
resistance wore them out. They gave up. They wanted me to sit on my knees [a form of torture when done for long
periods], but I firmly refused and sat on the floor. At this time, they
totally lost their arrogance. They stood around me looking straight ahead, and
could not figure out how to deal with me. I suddenly felt out of breath, my
heart beat fast, and my four limbs were shaking. I fell to the floor and lay
there, although I was still conscious. They were afraid to take responsibility
for my life, so they quickly took off my cuffs and shackles, put my clothes
back on me, carried me to the bed, kept calling my name, and sent one person
to get medicine from the drug store. They also called a doctor. When the
doctor told them that my life was in no danger, they relaxed a bit, but were
still scared. Later when I recovered, they wanted me to watch TV programs and
read newspapers, both of which slandered Dafa. I refused all of this. I told
them, "If you force me to read or watch these again, I will go on a hunger
strike." After that they left me alone. Whenever those police officers saw me,
they smiled and said, "You are really a good one!" The night police tortured
me, my body was full of blackened burns, and my toes were all burnt black. In the labor camp, I experienced the effectiveness of righteous thoughts
many times. One evening, a policeman on duty came to our cell. The entire class was
there when he said some disrespectful words about Dafa. He then took out a
booklet that slandered Dafa, and wanted me to read it. I said, "That booklet
is full of nonsense to deceive people, I will never read it!" Then he walked
up to me, and shouted dirty words at me. I stood up, looked straight into his
eyes and said, "You do not respect yourself. How could a policeman behave like
you?" He could not believe that I criticized him. Feeling shocked, he looked
at me but could not utter a word. I continued to look into his eyes without
blinking. We looked at each other for at least 20 seconds. Then he turned
around, and left quietly. Others thought I would be in big trouble for this. But I had no fear at
all. After a while he called me into the office. I went peacefully. When I got
there, he said to me, "You are in a labor camp, why are you acting so
recklessly?" I answered calmly, "Do you mean to say that labor camp police
have the right to beat and curse people? In what kind of way did you study the
constitution?" He asked, "What kind of rights do you have?" I said, "I still
have the right to report and accuse!" He appeared scared when heard this, "Who
will you report to? Even if you want to see an official, do you think you'll
get the chance?" I said, "There is no need for me to look for them, they will
come and see me." He saw that I was not scared of him one bit. He couldn't say
anything for a long-time and then let me leave. After that, he never said even
one dirty word at me. Sometimes he dared to say dirty words at the person next
to me, but then I would give him the look and he would leave. After they heard
about this incident, no other police officers said anything disrespectful to
me either. Once the higher authorities wanted them to brainwash us. At first, they
used the method of forced-standing and not allowing us to sleep. The first
night, they made us stand from 7 p.m. until around bed-time, and they made
practitioners who firmly cultivate Dafa keep standing. The group leader said,
"Whoever does not want to stand any longer, go talk to the team leader." I
thought I should not be punished like this, so I said, "I am going to reason
with the team leader." The two most vicious team leaders were on duty. One of
them was the director. He appeared very nice, and asked me what was the
matter. I said, "You physically torture us. You deprive us of our right to
rest, which is wrong!" He quibbled, "We are not torturing you, it is letting
you think over your mistakes while facing the wall." I said, "I have not made
any mistakes to speak of!" Then I told them the truth about the persecution,
and revealed the fact that they had violated the law. They got scared. Another
police officer happened to stop by in their office, and allowed them to save
face by saying to me, "You can talk later, now you can go." I went back to our
cell, and directly went to my bed without looking at our group leader. He let
other practitioners sleep also. After several days, they saw that sleep deprivation did not work, and they
started to beat us. One evening, the group leader told me that they were going
to beat me that night. "Since your term is almost finished, we settled the
matter by just assigning you to another cell." When I went to that cell, I
realized I was the only Dafa practitioner there. They isolated me, so that my
righteous thoughts would not help other Dafa practitioners. In the beginning,
they let me stand by the wall, and asked me several questions all at once. I
clearly and straightforwardly answered them. They saw that I wasn't moved, and
then they told me to stand with my legs bent [a form of torture when done
for long periods]. I absolutely would not cooperate with them, and sat on
the floor quickly. Two prisoners came up, and tried to hold me up, but I tried
very hard to stay down. They had to give up because I was very strong. I told
them, "The team leader will not let you rest because I refuse to change. He is
putting pressure on you and trying to turn us against each other. You should
realize who the real bad guys are. Since you do not understand why I refuse to
give in, I have stood a little while for your sake. If you try to conduct any
further torture, I will not even stand for you." Then the group leader came
over and slapped my face. I asked, "Who told you you could beat people?" He
said, "The team leader told me." I replied, "Do you dare to write down the
name of that team leader on a piece of paper?" He lowered his head instantly
and became quiet. After a while, he said, "Then stand a little while,
otherwise the team leaders will curse us." Then he went to report to the team
leader. Other fellow practitioners in our old cell were all beaten, some
severely beaten, because they did not resist this persecution and endured
passively. Through my experience I enlightened time and again that it is very
important to solidify our Dafa disciples' righteous thoughts. When you dare to
look straight into the evil's eyes to validate Dafa, when you dare to resist
the forced persecution, and when you dare to reveal the evil's viciousness,
these are righteous thoughts in themselves. Just like Master said, "Dafa disciples are able to righteously look the evil people straight
in the eyes, and the evil people immediately try to avoid eye contact.
That's because the righteous thoughts scare off the evil beings that
manipulate the evil people, since they know that if they flee just a bit
too slowly they'll be instantly eliminated by Dafa disciples' righteous
thoughts. (Touring North America to Teach the Fa). "Indestructible
righteous faith in the cosmos's Truth forms benevolent Dafa disciples'
rock-solid, Diamond-Like Bodies, it frightens all evil, and the light of
Truth it emanates makes the unrighteous elements in all beings' thoughts
disintegrate. However strong the righteous thoughts are, that's how great
the power is." (Essentials for Further Advancement II, "Also in a
Few Words") Only when a Dafa disciple acts like this can he be called a Dafa disciple,
making the old evil forces speechless in front of our Master, so that Master
can protect us amidst the persecution. On the contrary, if one faces the evil
with fear, does not dare to righteously look the evil people straight in the
eyes, or even tries to escape the torture by seeking help from some official
he knows, how can he be sending forth pure, powerful righteous thoughts, even
if he recites the Fa-rectification verses repeatedly? Posting date: 11/21/2002 |