Saving the Police With Compassion

(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1998 when I was in my 40s and in poor health. I had heard that Falun Dafa (also called Falun Gong) was very effective in improving health, so I went to the park to do the Dafa exercises every morning before dawn and went to work afterward. After practicing for three months, all my ailments disappeared.

When the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched its persecution of Falun Dafa in 1999, I had only read Zhuan Falun once and didn’t have a deep understanding of the Fa principles, so I stopped practicing. In the summer of 2008, I returned to cultivation and was grateful that Master Li hadn’t given up on me. I was surprised to learn that there were now 40 Dafa books, but I read them day and night, finishing all of them in 40 days.

I came to understand that the true purpose of life is to return to one’s original, true self and that the mission of Dafa practitioners in the Fa-rectification period is to help Master save sentient beings. Thus, I strived to do the three things well, without slacking off, to make up for the lost years and the debt I owe to Master and Dafa.

While evaluating myself based on Master’s teachings, I recalled an experience of being arrested and want to share it with fellow practitioners. Please kindly point out anything that is not based on the Fa.

On a drizzly afternoon in the spring of 2010, I went out as usual to distribute truth-clarification materials. I put a flyer on a police car in front of the police station and then walked away. It wasn’t long before I heard the piercing sound of a police siren behind me. I sensed danger, and my heart pounded with anxiety. It was too late to hide.

A police car quickly pulled up beside me and stopped abruptly. The deputy director of the police station and another officer jumped out of the car and blocked my way. With a stern face, the deputy director held up the flyer and asked how I dared to distribute them at the police station. They then shoved me around and snatched my bag with the materials inside. They ordered me to go with them to the police station. It was the first time I’d ever encountered anything like this. Instinctively, I struggled and refused to get into the car, but they eventually succeeded and took me away.

The deputy director locked me in a small room at the police station, snarled, and said that his hand was scratched when he pushed me into the car. I thought, “You’re incurring your retribution.” At that moment, I really hated those two officers who essentially kidnapped me. I even sent forth righteous thoughts to have them receive retribution.

After the commotion ended, I was physically and mentally exhausted. Alone in the small room, I calmed down and asked myself why this had happened and why I didn’t clarify the truth to the two officers. Looking inward and reflecting on a recent occurrence, I found my attachment to showing off.

I often went to the police station at night and put truth-clarification materials and CDs in the police cars with their windows open. Then, just a few days ago, when fellow practitioners suggested mailing materials to police stations, I told them there was no need, since I often went to the station and left them materials. This was a serious attachment to showing off. My behavior was irrational and lacked compassion. The old forces took advantage of this, and I was brought here to be persecuted. I also discovered other attachments, such as seeking profit, self-righteousness, and not wanting to be criticized.

The next day at the detention center, the deputy director of the center asked me why I was there. I clarified the truth to him, and he responded, “I know Falun Gong is good. My uncle is a college professor, and he practices it.”

I clarified the truth to two inmates and helped them quit the CCP’s organizations they had joined. I thought, “Master, I need to leave here to save people. This is not where I should be.” So I started a hunger strike to resist the persecution. On the fourth day, I was released after the prison doctor examined me and said I was very sick and shouldn’t have been admitted without a physical exam.

A few days after I returned home, I went to the police station to ask for my personal belongings. The real reason I went there was to clarify the truth to them. I asked to speak to the director. When I knocked on his door, he invited me in and to sit down.

I did and started to tell him how I used to be in poor health and that all my ailments disappeared after I started practicing Falun Gong. I said, “I distribute materials to the police to inform them, and especially you, that Falun Dafa is a high-level cultivation practice of the Buddha School. It benefits the country and the people in every way. Jiang Zemin [the former CCP leader who initiated the persecution] felt that too many people were practicing it, but his regime couldn’t find a reason to persecute us. So they staged the Tiananmen Square self-immolation incident as an excuse to suppress the practice.” I also told him that Falun Dafa is practiced in countries around the world and supported by their governments.

“I know!” he replied. “I often read your Minghui website.”

I told him I was there to retrieve my belongings, and he told me to see one of the directors downstairs.

When I went to talk to the director, there was another police officer in the room. I said, “Falun Gong healing effects are miraculous, and I have personally benefited from practicing it. Falun Gong is a cultivation practice of the Buddha School, and all Falun Gong practitioners are cultivators. As the saying goes, ‛Giving a monk just bowl of water to drink brings immeasurable merit.’ Please do not arrest Dafa practitioners, as you will incur karma.”

The director replied, “We are just going through the motions so we can earn a living and support our families.” Then he whispered to me, “On the Minghui website, it talks about sending righteous thoughts. I didn’t arrest you, so don’t mention me for retribution.” We both laughed.

The police officer said, “Falun Gong has been persecuted for over 10 years, yet so many people still practice it, and it has spread all around the world. Falun Gong must be very good.”

The director told me that I should be careful, as surveillance technology is very advanced nowadays. He showed me the surveillance coverage for the police station. I thanked him for his safety reminder. Since then, I have paid close attention to avoid being seen on surveillance cameras.

Realizing that they had learned the truth about Dafa from Minghui.org, I asked to retrieve the items taken from me during my arrest. The director said they were in another department, and he would get them when he had time.

I returned to the police station many times to ask for my belongings. When the police officer saw me coming, he shouted “Falun Dafa is good” in front of many other officers. Soon after, he was promoted to deputy director, and the director was promoted to another police station.

I also talked to the deputy director who arrested me. I said, “Dafa practitioners cultivate their hearts and strive to be good. There were no official documents issued to persecute Falun Gong. It was all communicated verbally. Falun Gong will surely be exonerated one day, but who will take the blame for your crimes?”

The deputy director looked at me and said kindly and sincerely, “Auntie, we have no grudge against each other. Why would I arrest you? If you had explained things clearly at that time, I would have let you go.”

I knew he was right. When I was arrested, I was driven by my anger to resist him as if it was based on a human to human conflict. If I had reacted based on the Fa principles and clarified the truth to him with compassion, I might have been spared this calamity, and he wouldn’t have to incur karma. Later, the deputy director was ill for a long time and failed to be promoted to director. When I ran into him at the mall, and he greeted me.

After clarifying the truth to the various police officers, I felt that they no longer had evil thoughts. A different officer visited my home, and when he left, he even helped me take the garbage bag downstairs.

It’s been more than 10 years since that arrest, and I have continued to walk steadily on the cultivation path of assisting Master in rectifying the Fa. Every day I read the Fa, memorize the Fa, or copy the Fa. For 17 years, except for special circumstances, I have gone out every day to clarify the truth face to face.

More than 10 years ago, Udumbara flowers bloomed on the windows and fences of my home, and I often heard music and golden bells from other dimensions. My body entered other dimensions twice, and I personally experienced what Master described:

“Infinitely distant is Heaven’s vault,But with just one thought‘tis right before the eye;”(“Vastness,” Hong Yin)