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I am seventy-three years old. I was near death when my life was renewed in the Buddha light. I would like to report my cultivation experiences to Master and fellow practitioners. I will verify the fact that Falun Dafa is good to the world's people. Please kindly point out any shortcomings.
1. A huge disaster struck me in 1992
On March 5th 1992, a huge explosion erupted in East Xingtai, Hebei Province, which shocked the entire nation. It was publicly reported that over a dozen people died in the explosion, but the actual death toll was much higher. A family had colluded with the evil party, and illegally operated a dangerous business in their back yard, where they took apart abandoned military ammunition by hand, and took out the gunpowder for making fire-crackers. They soon caused a fire. The family knew what would happen, so they all ran out and none of them died. However, they yelled “fire,” as they left and numerous kind neighbors rushed to help. All of them died in an enormous explosion, including my youngest son who had just been married. According to an investigative report, this event involved numerous officials from various levels of government, so the families of innocent victims filed a lawsuit. The lawsuit went all the way to the evil CCP Central Committee, but was suppressed by the Party leaders, who dismissed the case. Numerous innocent lives died in vain.
I cried day and night. My daughter-in-law who was six months pregnant, instigated by others, stole most of my assets. She took away the new house on which we still owed a great deal of debt. My son was dead, my daughter-in-law took away all my savings and the house. I felt there was no way out. I am a farmer. A field is my livelihood, and the CCP took away my field. I had to work in a factory. I only had fifty yuan per month as my retirement. I could not handle the enormous disasters that hit me one after another. How could I live? They were not natural disasters but man-made ones. They were caused by the CCP!
I am a strong woman. In order to pay back the debt and help my other children, I struggled miserably. I cut grass in summer, and sold vegetables in the cold winter to make a living. I got up around 3 a.m. to go to the wholesale vegetable market, I returned home around 8-9 p.m. at night. Three years later, I developed a bulging disc. I visited numerous medical specialists, tried all sorts of prescriptions, but nothing helped.
2. Renewed life, rectified Fa
When I had lost all hope for life, someone told me: “Falun Gong is a high level Dharma you might try.” Since there was no other option for me anyways, I began to practice Falun Gong in 1996.
Even before I completely learned the all the exercises, all my illnesses disappeared. When I meditated, I levitated up and down. Even now when I meditate, I levitate at times. I felt the wonderful feelings as if I were inside an egg shell twice. I felt light, almost weightless.
It is Dafa that granted me a new life. I naturally cultivated diligently and vigorously. I was the village instructor, and my personal story helped numerous people obtain Dafa. We had over fifty people at our exercise site. When the CCP began to persecute Dafa, I had no fear, I went to Beijing several times to appeal for Dafa and Master. I endured the reign of terror during that period of time.
On October 1st 2000, I had already purchased a train ticket to Beijing, but my husband watched me closely. He could not bear the thought of his wife being tortured by the CCP anymore. But my daughter understood me well, so with her help, I left home and got on the train. But before we arrived at Tiananmen Square, we were arrested and taken to a police station. I sat on the desk doing meditation in a police station. The next day when a guard saw me he said: “You again?” I replied: “Yes, I am here to validate Dafa.” They escorted me back to the local No. 2 Detention Center. The guards there treated me differently, I did not take off my shoes like everyone else, and they respected me. I memorized the Fa, exercised and taught other people the exercises daily. I also clarified the truth. They all called me “aunt.” When they learned the truth, they no longer fought and quarreled among themselves, and the entire environment improved.
After 45 days, I was sentenced to three years in a labor camp. I was not afraid nor had any thought about it. I thought no matter where I go I will validate the Fa. When Shijiazhuang Women's Labor Camp examined me, a guard asked a fellow practitioner what kind of illnesses she had. She said that she had many ailments and she went to Beijing to travel. She was then sent to a labor camp. When they asked me what kind of illnesses I had and why I came to Beijing; I replied: “I have no illness, all my illnesses are gone. I came to Beijing to validate the Fa.” The exam showed that I had hypertension and they wanted to send me home. I was anxious: “There must be a mistake, how can I be ill? I absolutely do not have any illness, I am here to validate the Fa.” The guard smiled and said: “Alright, I will recheck this afternoon.” They examined me again that afternoon and found out my blood pressure was even higher. They insisted on taking me home. Only then did I realize: I did not have fear, only a pure, kind and righteous heart to validate the Fa. I passed the test. Master protected me with a false illness and let me go home.
At the end of that year, the CCP thugs again harassed me, and I refused to cooperate with them. They deceived me and took me to the detention center on New Year's Eve. They also arrested many other Dafa practitioners at that time. I refused to wear their uniform, refused to see the Dafa slandering video, and refused to memorize their rules and regulations. I walked out of the detention center 15 days later leaving nothing for them: no signature, nor anything they wanted.
3. My entire family helped me cultivate the “beautiful flower”
After I came back from the detention center, I realized that I needed to catch up with the pace of Fa rectification. I had to clarify the truth, particularly after the staged “Tiananmen Square Self Immolation” event by the CCP thugs, which deceived numerous people. We had to expose the dirty tricks the evil CCP used. That meant we needed large amounts of truth-clarifying materials. It was extremely difficult to maintain a material production center. Many fellow practitioners were arrested after operating an underground material center.
I was determined to make truth-clarifying materials, but was over sixty years old, and had a very limited education. I went to a fellow practitioner to get some materials and treated them as my treasure. I went to a printing shop and made a great many copies. But it was not safe to make such large quantities, and once the owners found out what I was printing, they refused to do it anymore. I decided to buy a printer myself, that way I could print however many I wanted and also provide some to fellow practitioners nearby. The seed of a material production center was planted in my home.
I stopped making a living by selling vegetables in 2003, so I could be completely involved in Fa rectification. My daughter and son-in-law supported our entire family. I felt it was more and more inconvenient to get materials from fellow practitioners and I wanted to directly download from the website myself. My family again supported me. I quickly purchased a computer. For safety reasons, I did not keep the printer at home, and a fellow practitioner helped to do the printing part of the job.
With the Fa rectification forging ahead, I raised the standard for making truth materials. I thought in order for this flower to blossom fully I need to purchase a better printer. That way I could make DVD covers, booklets, Minghui Weekly, Calendars, and Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party. My entire family helped. My two grandchildren were responsible for maintaining and fixing the machine, I was responsible for downloading material, my husband and I finished the material together, while my daughter and son-in-law helped to solve any difficulties we ran into. I am the only one who cultivates in my family, but they all help cultivate the “flower” with me with tender care and full support.
4. My door is open at all times
The reason I make truth-clarifying materials is to save sentient beings. After I give some to fellow practitioners, I distribute them myself. I was still the key player in this Dharma ending period. One person cultivates and the entire family benefits. Over the year, everyone in my family was healthy. My husband carried the bag for me when I distributed truth materials. (He began cultivation later as well.) My grandchildren posted Dafa banners from their bikes; my daughter and son-in-law posted three withdrawal names online for me. They later joined me to persuade people to quit the CCP and related organizations. I am so delighted for them, as they are also saving people!
I usually do not have the attachment of fear, but once when I went out to distribute the Nine Commentaries, I felt uneasy when I saw a police car. My grandson told me: “Grandma don't worry, I am here.” He took me on his bike in and out of an alley and lost the police. My daughter often accompanies me if I go to far away places. I began to clarify the truth during the day as well. The factory where I used to work had over 1000 employees, and when I found them, I would clarify the truth to them thoroughly and persuade them to quit the CCP.
It was not easy to save people. It is a good thing we have Master, as I had many near miss experiences. One day I went to a factory and met the president. I gave him a copy of the Nine Commentaries. As soon as he saw the title, he pushed me out: “Go! Go! Go!” I smiled and asked: “Why do you push me? I am coming for you, I am here to save you. You might want to settle down and take a good look at the book.” I patiently told him the facts. After he realized the truth, whenever he saw me he would say: “Falun Gong! Falun Dafa is good!”
I went to a supermarket to clarify the truth. There were people there who did not know the truth who attempted to report me, yelling loudly. I went up to one of them and said: “I am not doing anything wrong, I am not afraid of your shouting. I am here to save people. It seems that you do not know the truth, so I really need to talk to you.” Most of the people in the market knew the truth after our conversation.
Once I was in the park and someone mentioned past leader “Deng Xiaoping.” I picked up the conversation and discussed how evil the CCP is, about the “Tiananmen Massacre” of students, and about organ harvesting from live Falun Gong practitioners. He asked me: “Please help my entire family to quit the CCP and the related organizations.” Sometimes, when others would not accept the truth, I would not be upset, and still talk to them with ease. Most of them would change their mind towards the end. Sometime they would remind me “You helped me to quit already.” They would say hello to me whenever they saw me and call out to me “Falun Gong” or “Falun Dafa is good!”
The CCP thugs from 610 Offices, police stations, and residential committees kept harassing me. They sometimes called me at midnight, stating that they were new staff and wanted to visit me at home. My daughter took over the phone and yelled at them: “We don't care new or old, stop calling us.” and hung up the phone. They stopped making such phone calls.
I never hide my books at home. One day a policeman came, and he asked: “What is that?” I told him: “That is my Master's picture.” I was not afraid at all. He picked up the picture and looked, but accidentally knocked off a srivasta sign I had cut in front of the picture. He picked that up carefully and gently put it back. He told me: “Do not say that again anywhere.” I replied: “If I did not tell you, how can you understand?” He did not say a word and no longer came back.
My door is open at all times, but the CCP thugs no longer come. Fellow practitioners come to study the Fa, pick up truth-clarifying materials, and share experiences. They all come for Fa rectification.