(Minghui.org) When I was a child, I often heard people tell ghost stories. Over time, I developed fear. I was afraid of the dark—I always felt ghosts were lurking around me. I wouldn’t go outside at night, and someone had to accompany me when I went to the toilet. Whenever someone in the village passed away, I was terrified. That sense of fear followed me for many years.
In the fall of 1991, my husband went to deliver hay to my sister’s home. Because of an old family feud, a villager and his two sons blocked the road and attacked my husband and brother-in-law with knives. My husband was jailed for “excessive self-defense.” The pain and injustice I felt were overwhelming. From then on, I realized the ghosts weren’t frightening—it was people who lost their morals and humanity.
In early 1999, I was fortunate to begin practicing Falun Dafa. After only a few days of studying the Fa and doing the exercises, all my illnesses disappeared. I was so grateful that I told everyone how wonderful Falun Dafa is. When the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began persecuting Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999, my family, relatives, and even close neighbors, who were deceived by the state-run propaganda, tried to stop me from practicing. They said, “If you think it’s good, just practice at home, stop telling people about it.” But I couldn’t stay silent. I was healthy and happy, and I felt I was only speaking the truth. Why be afraid?
One night in 2005, two practitioners and I went to group Fa study. Afterward, the coordinator gave us truth-clarification booklets to distribute. The other two practitioners asked me to distribute the booklets on a street that I was afraid of. I thought, “You two won’t go there yourselves, yet you want me to go there alone? People who lied in two households on that street have just passed away.” But then I thought: maybe this was arranged by Master to help me eliminate the root of my fear. So I agreed.
After they left, I steadied my mind, recited Master’s poem “What’s to Fear” from Hong Yin II, and walked down that street confidently and righteously, delivering each booklet door to door. Miraculously, every copy I placed down shone with golden light, and even my hands glowed. On my way home, I clearly felt a large mass of substance (karma) slip off my body. From then on, even walking alone at midnight past the cemetery, I no longer felt any fear.
In 2015, I joined in the group effort to file criminal complaints against Jiang Zemin, the former CCP leader who initiated the persecution of Falun Dafa. As I wrote my letter, I felt calm and upright. But when it came to signing my name, a trace of fear surfaced, and I felt uneasy. A group of us went to the post office to mail our letters. The post office happened to be under renovation, so two practitioners said they’d go in to handle the mailing, and the rest of us could wait outside. I waited anxiously with the others. The two didn’t come out for a long time. Then the coordinating practitioner arrived in her car. The moment she stepped out, an overwhelming sense of fear and tension suddenly hit me. I was afraid something bad might happen. Shortly after she went inside, the two practitioners came out, and we quickly left.
Many practitioners received replies from the High Court, but my letter didn’t get a reply. I realized that cultivation is a serious matter. Because I still had fear and hadn’t passed that test properly, I hadn’t met the standard. From that point on, I resolved to eliminate my attachment to fear. I studied the Fa intensively, purifying my mind with the teachings and strengthening my righteous thoughts. Through repeated and extensive Fa study, my righteous thoughts grew stronger and stronger.
Three months later, I suddenly had a sense that the police were coming to my home. I felt calm and thought I’d clarify the truth to them. Soon after, there was a violent banging on the window. It startled me, and a wave of indescribable fear made my heart pound wildly. The village accountant entered with another man. I asked myself, “Why am I so afraid? I’m a practitioner, why should I fear them? They’ve come to hear the truth.”
The man said, “Why did you sue Jiang Zemin? Did he personally persecute you?”
I replied, “Although I wasn’t persecuted directly, I’ve suffered greatly from the indirect persecution. After I began practicing Falun Dafa, my many illnesses disappeared without treatment. But since Jiang launched the slander and persecution on July 20, 1999, my family became afraid, scolded me, and forbade me from studying the Fa or doing the exercises.”
My husband, who was frightened, said, “Why did you have to write that letter?”
I responded, “It’s my right.”
The man didn’t respond. He bent over, sweating as he wrote down something. I pulled over a stool and sat calmly beside him, watching as he wrote. He tore up the paper, rewrote, and tore again—over and over. I smiled and gently said, “Young man, stop writing. It’s useless. I won’t sign or put my fingerprint on anything, so writing is pointless.”
Hearing that, he stood up and said, “Let’s go,” and walked out.