(Minghui.org) I went to Beijing with fellow practitioners in late 2000. We unfurled a banner in Tiananmen Square and shouted, “Falun Dafa is good! Restore Master Li’s name!” I was knocked down by a group of police officers, shoved into a police car, and taken to the Qianmen Police Station. Because I refused to provide my information, they could not send me back home, so I was transferred to a rural police station on the outskirts of Beijing.
The countryside police treated me well because I clarified the truth about the persecution to them—I started by telling them how Dafa gave me great health. That evening, they treated me to dinner, and they did not make things difficult for me. When they asked for my address I said, “I cannot tell you. If I do, I will be sent to a labor camp or imprisoned.”
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I was a Buddhist before I began practicing Falun Dafa. Because of my poor health, I tried many types of qigong, but not only did they fail to cure my illnesses, I developed several more, including liver cirrhosis, and I was hospitalized. The doctors told my family to prepare for the worst, saying that it may be too late, but I still felt that someone could save me.
A friend told me in 1996, “There’s a good practice called Falun Dafa. You should try it.” After I began to practicing many of my stubborn illnesses disappeared. Under Master’s compassionate protection, I steadily walked the path of cultivation and gradually became more mature.
Going to Beijing to Speak Up For Falun Dafa
The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began its brutal persecution of Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999. I went to Beijing with fellow practitioners in late 2000. We unfurled a banner in Tiananmen Square and shouted, “Falun Dafa is good! Restore Master Li’s name!” I was knocked down by a group of police officers, shoved into a police car, and taken to the Qianmen Police Station. Because I refused to provide my information, they could not send me back home, so I was transferred to a rural police station on the outskirts of Beijing.
The countryside police treated me well because I immediately clarified the truth about the persecution to them, starting with how Dafa gave me great health. That evening, they treated me to dinner, and they did not make things difficult for me. When they asked for my address I said, “I cannot tell you. If I do, I will be sent to a labor camp or imprisoned.”
Many Beijing police knew that Falun Dafa was good. One officer surnamed Song wanted to record my statement. I said, “Then write what’s in my heart: Falun Dafa is great! Restore my Master’s innocence! The Fa rectifies the universe!” He replied, “I’ll add one more line for you: I will never change my heart.”
I was sent to an empty room after 9 p.m., and two officers watched me. They used a large electric kettle to heat water in order to stay warm, and they let me sleep on a large stool near the kettle. A tall, kind officer covered me with his own coat. He said, “Many people here practice Falun Dafa.” He also told the other officer, “Let’s not watch TV. She may have come from far away; let her rest.” The officer turned off the TV and slept near the door.
The next morning at 5 a.m., the tall officer told the other one, “I have to go home and open the door for my child.” I returned his coat and thanked him. I thought, I don’t belong here, so I quietly got up and left the room. The officer near the door was still snoring. I saw that the outer door wasn’t locked. I felt Master was guiding me to leave. I left some money on the table for the previous night’s meal, and then I walked out.
I returned to the place I was staying at in Beijing—an apartment rented by fellow practitioners. Together with a teacher from Chengdu City and a doctor from Daqing City, we made banners to be used by practitioners who would go to Tiananmen Square to validate Dafa. With Master’s blessing, I also successfully brought a large bag of truth-clarifying materials back home and distributed them to practitioners in the surrounding city and counties.
Traveling Long Distances to Obtain Truth-Clarification Materials and Encountering Police Again
At that time there was no materials production site in our area, so I took on the task of getting materials from other places. I first went to a place about 60 miles away. That location was later discovered by the police, so I went to another place about 18 miles away. After a few trips, that site was also discovered and ransacked. Then I went to place about 155 miles away. Each time, I carried a large and a small bag of materials back to my hometown.
That year security was very tight, and before we boarded the bus every bag was opened and checked. I asked Master for help, and then I had a thought: “Board through the rear door.” I carried the large bag on my back and the small bag in my hand, went through the rear door, and boarded the bus. I asked the driver, “Can I pay the fare on board?” He said, “Yes.” After that, I continued to use the rear door to bring materials back, twice a month, rain or shine. Whenever Master’s new lectures were published, I also immediately went to get them.
I was about to go and get truth-clarification DVDs on the morning of May 6, 2000, when the police suddenly came to my home to conduct an illegal search. They turned my home upside down, but found nothing. Under the Master’s protection, they just could not find anything, even though the DVDs were there.
They arrested me and took me to the police station, where four people illegally interrogated me. The section chief asked, “Someone said you went to Beijing. Did you?” I said, “I wanted to go, but I have no money. If you lend me money, I’ll go immediately. Why would you stop people from practicing such a good practice?”
I said, “Falun Dafa is a great practice. Practitioners cultivate Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, and we strive to be good people. Practicing Dafa also greatly improves one’s health. I once had incurable medical conditions, including severe liver cirrhosis with ascites, and I was even in a hepatic coma. My body was yellow; even my eyes were yellow. I slept all day and I couldn’t eat or drink. I lay in bed for more than forty days. I knew only Master could save me because I had the Fa in my heart. In the end, Master purified my body. I began to urinate, and what came out was like bitter gall. My body recovered after several days, and the swelling and jaundice were gone.”
I said, “If I were your older sister, and Master restored my health, what would you think? Would you still oppose Dafa?”
I also told them stories of how I cultivated and became a good person and my old grudges were resolved.
I said, “Before I practiced Dafa, a neighbor planted a tree under my back window. As it grew, the branches blocked my window. I asked him several times to trim it, but he refused. When my father visited me and saw the tree, he cut the branches. When the neighbor saw it he cursed loudly, and the words he used were very bad. I endured it, but the resentment remained in my heart.
“After I began practicing Dafa, everything was resolved. The neighbor wanted to build a shed with a toilet that would occupy one-third of my yard. He asked if I agreed. I simply said, ‘Okay.’ The shed took about a meter of my yard, and my square yard became narrow. The shed’s roof aligned with my door, causing rainwater to flow into my yard. I didn’t say anything—I just endured. This resolved the grudge between our two families. It was Dafa that changed me.
“Another time, I bought two yuan worth of steamed buns, and I gave the seller fifty yuan. The seller thought I gave him a hundred and mistakenly gave me back 98 yuan in change. I was talking to a friend at the time and I just put the money in my pocket. When I went to buy vegetables, I noticed the extra money and immediately returned the fifty yuan. The seller was amazed. He said, ‘I’m so surprised there are still such good people like you!’ I said, ‘I practice Falun Dafa and I strive to be a truly good person.’”
I also told them how I cared for my elderly relatives, “Before my mother-in-law became ill, she divided her money among her daughters and grandsons, but she didn’t give me anything. She later became blind and had a prolapsed colon, but no one took care of her. I took her in and treated her well. She liked dumplings, so I made them. She also liked pig’s feet but her teeth were bad, so I minced them up and fed her. She had no control over her bowel movements. Every day, I washed her lower body, cleaned her hanging intestine, and then pushed it back in. If I hadn’t practiced Dafa, I could not have done this.”
I said, “Master teaches us to have compassion. Why would anyone try to stop people from practicing something so good? Wouldn’t the world be better if there were more good people?!”
I had more to say but the police station chief said, “We need to eat. Take a seat for now.” Less than half an hour later, they returned. The chief said, “You can go home.” That was it. The next day, I continued getting truth-clarification materials and DVDs.
Learning to Produce Truth-Clarification Materials
In 2004, a practitioner from another location suggested, “You should set up a local materials production site,” but I hesitated. One, I was uneducated, and knew nothing about technology, especially computers. Two, I was afraid I’d be persecuted. And three, if we had a local production site I would no longer be needed to get materials from other places. What would I do?
My human attachments were exposed, and Master enlightened me in a dream. I saw myself on a stage holding a water jug. There were children below the stage who were five or six years old, and each held a small bowl and asked for water. I used the little water I had to quench their thirst, but many children did not get water. When I woke up, I realized that saving people requires abundant truth-clarifying materials and multiple production sites.
In order to establish our own materials production site, I talked to many practitioners. Some were capable but lacked resources, and some had resources but were afraid. I had human notions and I wanted to find a highly educated practitioner, but I ended up wasting a lot of time. Later, a young practitioner was willing to take on the challenge. With some outside help, we bought a computer and printer, and our first small materials production site was established.
Due to the needs of Fa-rectification, I also learned to make materials. I initially didn’t even know how to use a TV or a cell phone. Practitioners from other areas encouraged me and patiently taught me. I calmed downed and gradually learned. I first wrote down every step, then I repeatedly practiced. With Master’s guidance and the young practitioner’s help, I learned how to produce truth-clarification materials.
New Cultivation Opportunities
When other places couldn’t produce certain materials, they asked me to do it. I became complacent, “I’m just good at it, and my machines never give me issues.” Then, my printer failed, and my mouse stopped working. I was forced to stop, study the Fa, and look inward. I realized my showoff mentality and zealotry was exposed. After that, the equipment worked again. and I understood that the troubles were caused by my attachments.
I sometimes skipped meals when I was busy, and I muddled through cooking meals. One day, when my child needed food, I said, “Hang on, let’s eat after I finish this batch.” Just as I said that, the printer jammed. I sent forth righteous thoughts with a impatient mind and asked Master for help, but the printer still didn’t work. I had no choice—I stopped printing materials, and I cooked. After we ate, the printer resumed working. I realized that Master was giving me a hint that we must conform to ordinary society.
Another time, I rushed to do the work without studying the Fa and I heard the printer rhythmically saying, “Hurry, hurry, hurry…” I realized that Master was reminding me to study the Fa and eliminate the desire to just do things.
Our materials sites have continued since 2004. In addition to producing materials, I also distribute them to people I meet, and I encourage them to withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. I always bring materials with me.
I turned on my computer one day, and saw a dragon on the left side of the screen. The next time I opened the computer, the same dragon appeared on the right side. I knew that Master was encouraging me.
Saving People Is Urgent
In the evenings I pair up with fellow practitioners, and we go out to distribute materials and clarify the truth to people. We went to every township and town in our county multiple times. But it was hard to travel to one remote township. I went three times and finally finished covering it. The last time was in early winter, and I carried forty copies of the Nine Commentaries On the Communist Party and twenty large booklets.
When I distributed truth-clarifying materials in a residential complex, all five buildings were locked from the outside. I thought, “I’m here to save people,” and I asked Master to help. When I pulled one door, it opened. Then the next, and the next – all the security doors opened with a single pull. Ever since then, whenever I went to distribute truth-clarification materials, the security doors opened readily when I pulled them. Master is helping us!
I went out alone one night a few years ago, and planned to distribute forty copies of the Nine Commentaries and some other truth-clarification materials to surrounding villages. It was a little after 10 p.m. when I got to a detention-center staff housing, which was connected to the detention center. Four people were sitting inside the gatehouse playing mahjong. The guard was attracted by the game and was looking into the room, watching them. I asked Master, “Please let him not see me; let him leave.” The guard immediately went inside. I entered the courtyard, distributed the materials, and returned home safely.
My niece’s child’s wedding brought 22 people from out of town, from places like Heilongjiang Province and Nanjing City. I planned to ask them to quit the CCP, but my niece was reluctant because most of the guests were high-ranking officials. I asked Master to help, and I told her, “You don’t have to say anything, just introduce me to them and tell them I’m your aunt.” After she introduced me to everyone, all 22 people stood up politely and toasted me. I said, “I practice Falun Dafa. We all have a predestined relationship to meet each other here.” Then I began to clarify the truth to them, from each movement the CCP did, to the Cultural Revolution, and to the persecution of Falun Dafa. I told them my family’s and my own personal stories.
During the Land Reform Movement, I was born into a relatively wealthy family. My grandfather lost his mother when he was three, and his father died when he was eight. He started working for others at eight and went to the Northeast to hang nets. He returned home when he was in his twenties and married my grandmother (an arranged child marriage). Because they were so poor and they didn’t have enough money to live on, my grandpa sent my grandmother back to her parents’ home, and then he went back to the Northeast to work for the next nine years. When he had finally earned enough money, he returned with a tube of silver dollars and some gold coins. They bought land, and built a new house—their lives slowly improved. In the 1947 Land Reform, my grandfather’s house and land were taken away and redistributed, and he was labeled a “rich peasant.” He was denounced and not allowed to return home. At six years old I was bringing meals to him.
The husband of my grandmother’s sister was a Kuomintang who fled to Taiwan during the civil war. The CCP forced my grandmother’s sister to marry an old poor peasant, but she refused. She had an elderly mother-in-law and a small child at home. They tied her by the thumbs and hung her from a beam, but she still did not give in. As she was hung, her trousers fell down, and in despair she finally agreed.
During the Land Reform Movement in 1947, many wealthy people were beaten to death. I had a classmate nicknamed Xiao Pao. He was six years old and his mother was a forty-seven year old housewife. She was beaten unconscious, dragged to the sea, and buried in the sand. She wasn’t dead, and when she regained consciousness, she crawled back home from the seashore. Her legs were broken and she crawled through the doorway into the yard. But her family members reported her to the militia, and the militia dug a pit and buried her alive. Thus Xiao Pao lost his mother when he was six, and his teachers and classmates all pitied him.
Some families were forcibly driven away from their homes. Their houses were given away, their land was taken, and their grain was seized. About this my grandfather said, “The CCP kills people without bloodshed.”
I continued, “Falun Dafa teaches people to be good, and we cultivate according to the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. We try to be kind, to put ourselves in others’ shoes, and not hit back when we’re struck or respond when cursed. Falun Dafa is practiced in more than a hundred countries worldwide. The CCP fabricates lies, it staged the ‘Tiananmen self-immolation incident’ to incite people against Falun Dafa, and it profits from harvesting organs from practitioners. The CCP is too evil.” I told them the details of the staged Tiananmen Self Immolation Incident.
I then told them about the Hidden Character Stone in Pingtang County, Guizhou Province, which has the Chinese characters “The Chinese Communist Party Perishes.” I said, “We met because of fate. Please withdraw from the CCP for your own safety. You may quit using your real name, a pseudonym, or a made-up name – the gods and Buddhas only look at your heart. Please remember the nine characters, ‘Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’ Recite them sincerely; when the great calamity comes, this will save your life.”
Twenty-one people used their real names to withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations; six of them were CCP members.
In 2001, some practitioners made truth-clarification banners and I delivered them to practitioners in another town. Some of those practitioners were later arrested, and they told the police that I had given them the banners. Their local police came to my area, arrested me, and took me their police station. I was illegally detained in a detention center and asked to write a guarantee statement promising to stop practicing Falun Dafa. The political-security section chief said, “Write the statement and we’ll release you.” I just continued to clarify the truth.
My family came. My husband urged me to write the statement, and said, “We can immediately drive you home after you write it.” I said, “My life is given by Master. I will not write it.” My son knelt down and begged, and my husband cried. My son’s factory manager also came. He said, “Please sign. If you do, you’ll be released; otherwise I’ll kneel, too.” I hurriedly said, “No, no, I’ll think about it.” I didn’t write it.
My son’s coworkers said, “This old lady is so stubborn – she’d rather eat coarse bread than be a traitor.” Seeing that they couldn’t get anything from me, they detained me for six months and then released me. Before I was released they again asked me to sign something, but I refused.
Because I refused to write the guarantee statement, my workplace refused to give me my salary. I ignored this. They later asked me to come back to work and told me they had been holding my wages. I clarified the truth to them, and also said, “Save the money for me. It is my salary. If you don’t give it to me, just save the money.” Two months later they called and said they would start paying me.
Final Remarks
Master said:
“Predestiny Leads Back to Sacred Fruit
Seeking Master for how many years,One day seeing him in person,Obtaining Fa, cultivating to return,Reaching Consummation, returning with Master.”(Hong Yin)
I miss Master a lot, and long for his return! I am so grateful for Master’s compassionate salvation! Thank you, Master, for giving me a new life! Whenever I encountered danger, Master helped me and I was safe. My whole family is healthy and everything goes smoothly.
Fa-rectification is almost over. I will cultivate like I did at the beginning, eliminate my attachments and human notions, and work hard to save people. No matter how long my cultivation path is, I will firmly believe in Master and Dafa to the very end, fulfill my prehistorical vow, and return to my true origin with Master.
Thank you, Master, for your compassionate salvation!
(Selected submission for the 22nd China Fa Conference on Minghui.org)
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