(Minghui.org) At the beginning of the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP’s) persecution of Falun Dafa in 2001, I was regarded as a main target in my local area. I was harassed and monitored. During the CCP’s annual conferences, eight people from our township and my workplace broke into my home and told me to go to the local brainwashing session. I told them no. Seeing that so many people were at our house, my husband asked me to go with them. I didn’t agree. The vice director of my township pointed at my nose and said, “You must go today. Even if you don’t go, we will make you go!”
At that moment Master’s Fa came into my mind:
“if your mind can be imperturbable there will be nothing you can’t handle.” (“Eliminate Your Last Attachment(s)”, The Essentials of Diligent Progress II)
I turned and went into my bedroom. I did a double lotus sitting on my bed. Four of them stormed into my room.
Encouraged by my righteous thoughts, my husband had righteous thoughts as well. He sternly warned the eight people: “This is my home. If anyone dares to drag her, I will split them with a knife.” They were shocked.
Two of them were in charge and after a while, they came to their senses. They looked at each other and went out of the room. They came back sometime later and said: “That’s all for today. Let’s go.” They led everyone away.
“My Name Is Dafa Disciple”
One day I got news from a confirmed source that the local police would come to arrest me and send me to a brainwashing center. To avoid persecution, I left home.
I was reported to the police when I was giving out truth-clarification materials in a residential area with a young practitioner in a city in Northeast China in late April 2002. I was escorted to the local “610 office”. I didn’t say anything, regardless of how they persecuted me.
They beat me for three days. I had such pain in my back that I could not sit or walk. I was bruised all over my body. My face was deformed due to the swelling. Three days later I was locked in the city detention center. But the center refused to take me because of my serious injuries. The head of the 610 office deceived them by saying that they would come to pick me up in a few days.
The detention center wanted to register me and asked for my name and my address. I told them that I was called Falun Dafa disciple and I lived in China. I was then taken to the female cell by two male inmates.
The inmates were frightened when they saw my swollen face and that I couldn’t sit or walk. They asked what had happened to me. I told them that the police beat me because I practice Falun Dafa. I clarified the truth to them while I showed them the bruises on my body. We talked into the early hours of the morning.
Early the next morning, a female inmate gave me a copy of Zhuan Falun. This book had escaped numerous searches by the guards. She told me that it was left by a Dafa practitioner. I was so excited and said: “Thank you very much!”
“I Will Spread Those Words for You!”
The cell normally held 10 people, who had to lie on a big plank bed. But we had 14 people in my cell. I was arranged to sleep with a murderer under a blanket near the toilet. Because too many people were in the bed, it was difficult for anyone to turn. The inmates also got up to go to the toilet from time to time. The bed shook whenever someone got up and it caused pain in my back. I was unable to sleep.
I found out that an inmate couldn’t sleep either. She had heart problems, and in the cell, inmates were only given two meals a day. Her heart beat really fast due to hunger. She couldn’t sleep. When I learned this, I gave her one-third of my bread every meal because I am a practitioner and should act like a practitioner. She could sleep every night after that. Though I was hungry, I am a practitioner and it is good to go through some hardships. One day she said to me with tears in her eyes: “How much should I thank you?!” I said: “You should thank Falun Dafa's Master!”
A dozen practitioners were escorted to the detention center late one night. Each one was placed in a different cell. I later learned that a practitioner who was arrested at the same time as I had yielded and told the police all their names. Since many practitioners didn’t have Zhuan Falun, I started to hand-copy the book. Practitioners and inmates provided the paper and pen. I spent our rest time during lunch and in the evening's hand copying the book while sitting on the ground. I finished in five months. Every practitioner in each cell could study the Fa by passing each chapter around.
I clarified the truth to each new inmate and taught the inmates to recite poems from Hong Yin, sing Dafa songs, practice the exercises and learn Chinese characters. It was quite difficult to get in touch with the guards, but I didn’t give up.
On one occasion every person was required to write a thoughtful report. I took this opportunity to write a truth-clarification letter to the guard. She talked to me after she read it and raised some questions. I answered them one by one for her. She asked me if she could help me with anything before she left. I told her that I needed paper and a pen for hand-copying a book. She sent them to me. I didn’t recite the center rules and didn’t wear detainees' uniforms. I practiced the exercises with the inmates. She didn’t say anything.
I went on a hunger strike to counter the persecution. Two males lifted me over their heads and carried me away. I sang “Falun Dafa is good” loudly, which alerted the inmates and the guards upstairs and downstairs. They went to the doors and windows to watch. I was force-fed with a tube and vomited blood in the toilet after I came back to the cell. The inmates felt so upset that they cried. The female guard shook her head when she saw me and asked an inmate to bring a kettle of hot water to me so I could get cleaned up.
I could stand gradually as I studied the Fa, practiced the exercises and sent forth righteous thoughts. I was washing my clothes on a Sunday. The guard was on duty that day. When she saw me standing washing clothes, she was surprised and said with excitement: “You don’t need to say ‘Falun Dafa is good’ yourself. I will help you spread those words!”
“Anonymous Person”
During my stay in the detention center for three months, three people from the city public security bureau, political and legal commission, and the police department often interrogated me, but I didn’t tell them anything. They wanted to videotape me or record me, but I saw through it and denied it. I only said, “Falun Dafa is good.” But on one occasion the interrogators rushed at me and took a photo of me with my eyes closed while I was being carried by two male inmates.
One day they escorted me to the city bureau to interrogate me for a whole morning. They didn’t get anything either. They got mad and kicked me and beat me so hard that my whole body convulsed and my face turned pale. The person from the political and legal committee said to me hypocritically: “Old lady, didn’t you say you have a bad back? We'll take you to a hospital for a check-up.”
They called a doctor out when we arrived at the hospital. The doctor asked for my name and address. I refused to give it to him. I was then taken to an X-ray room. When I lay on the bed, the person from the city public security bureau asked for my name and address again. I refused to tell him. He punched my face and head with great force. I knew the real purpose of them taking me to the hospital was to get my name and address. I questioned them: “Did you bring me here to cure my illness or to beat me?” At that moment, a group of people carried a badly injured person in. The doctor hurriedly said: “She has no problem.” They dragged me back to the car in a hurry and drove me back to the detention center.
We were about halfway back when it got dark outside. The driver stopped the car suddenly. One person said to me: “Old lady, will you say your name and address? If you tell us, we will take you to the detention center. Otherwise, we will bury you alive.” I was completely calm and said loudly: “You dare not do that!” When they saw I was so determined, two of them tried to drag me out of the car. I pleaded with Master Li (Dafa’s founder) to protect me in my heart. I held the seat tightly. At that moment four or five people on bicycles passed by. He said: “You are not even afraid of death.” He said to the other two: “OK, let’s go back.”
It was very late when we arrived at the detention center. The person on duty pointed at me and asked: “Did she tell you?” The person from the city public security bureau sighed and said: “Anonymous person.”
Waking Up Practitioners
Five months later, it was nearly October. The two interrogators called me out and said: “Old lady, people from your hometown have come to pick you up. We already know your name and address. You are a teacher.” They said to the three people present: “We have done our best. You can take her away.”
We took a train to my hometown in the afternoon. I was driven directly to the local district brainwashing center. I saw another practitioner who had stayed in the same detention center as me. She told me that she had been there for two weeks and that it was her that had disclosed me. I said: “Don’t feel guilty. It was time for me to come back.” Later I learned that they had sent my photo to the brainwashing centers in various areas. I was recognized.
I learned that some practitioners had agreed to give up practicing Dafa after I arrived at the brainwashing center. I wanted to help them resume practicing. Several practitioners later awakened and issued statements declaring everything that they had said and done that didn’t conform to the principles of Dafa was null and void. The brainwashing center personnel found out and were afraid that I would continue waking up other practitioners. They handcuffed me on a bed for 55 days and nights. I objected many times. They said that I would be handcuffed until I gave up my belief.
They didn’t transform me, though they tried their best. Because I was on a hunger strike in the detention center, I was so skinny that I was like a bag of bones. They intended to send me to a forced labor camp but worried that I might not pass the physical test. The director and the deputy director of the brainwashing center sent me to the district hospital for a physical examination.
The doctor checked my blood pressure four times. Every time it was more than 200. I also was diagnosed with heart failure. The doctor said to the director: “She needs hospitalization. Otherwise, she will be in danger, which would not be good for you.” The director insisted on sending me back to the brainwashing center. They ordered me to take medicine. I refused. They then put medicine into the rice congee. I still refused to be transformed. They handcuffed me and detained me on the third floor without any heating system.
Three months later in December, they took me down to the second floor and took the handcuffs off me. I went to sleep straight away in the warm room on the second floor. I heard noises in my sleepy state. When I opened my eyes, I saw many people at the door. The police from the 610 office was videotaping me. I turned my back. The police announced that I was sentenced to three years’ labor after he finished videotaping me. Then he asked for my opinion. I said to them: “I don’t acknowledge it.”
At about 5 a.m. the next day, a guard came and called me into the office. When I left the office, I shouted with my hands raised: “Falun Dafa is good! Falun Dafa is a righteous Fa! Restore Falun Dafa's reputation! Restore Master’s reputation.” I was dragged into a car and sent off to a forced labor camp in Wang Village, Shandong Province. I pleaded with Master in my heart: “Master, this is not the place for me to stay. They need to send me back.” The physical examination indicated that I was not in a good state. The forced labor camp refused me. They sent me back to the brainwashing center.
Two months later they sent me and another practitioner to the forced labor camp in Wang village again. This time they did it without notifying my family. Thanks to Master’s protection, they failed again. The forced labor camp wouldn’t accept me. Since the brainwashing center was unable to transform me, I was released after nine months on July 3.
Returning Home Shouting the Two Phrases
I clarified the truth to a young lady for a long time one day in August 2020. She didn’t agree to make the withdrawal from the CCP and its organizations. I rode a bicycle along the pedestrian path and then onto the road. I was hit by a tricycle. I saw a man in blue riding his tricycle away quickly without even turning his head. My bag and bicycle flew away some distance. I was unable to stand.
I crawled to pick up my bag and then went to my bicycle. I was not able to pull my bicycle up. There was no one around. I thought of Master and shouted: “Master, please help me!” After that, I was able to pull my bicycle up but was unable to get on it. I continued asking Master for help. I pressed the seat with my right arm forcefully and miraculously got onto my bicycle.
I recited the two phrases “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” all the way while riding my bicycle. Around halfway, my human heart arose. I wanted to test if I would be able to get on my bicycle so that I could go out to clarify the truth to people. I got off my bicycle but was unable to get back on it. I pleaded with Master again. Then I got on. My enlightenment quality was poor. I tested it one more time, and I was unable to get on again. I pleaded with Master again. I could get on. I recited the two phrases all the way home on my bicycle.
I didn’t tell my husband what had happened when I got home. I went directly to my bedroom and sat down to send forth righteous thoughts. I told my husband that I was not hungry and would not have lunch. He was not suspicious.
My legs were very swollen in the afternoon. My ankle had bled. My husband didn’t see me leave the room all afternoon. He opened the door and saw that I had a very swollen leg. He asked me what was wrong. I told him the whole story. He in turn told my daughter and her husband.
My daughter and her husband came over in the evening. They wanted to send me to the hospital. I told them that I was fine and would recover in a few days. My son-in-law asked me how I had managed to get home since I was so badly hurt. I told him that I came home reciting the two phrases.
I felt that my bones were injured. I was not able to go out to clarify the truth to people, but my arms and hands were not injured. I could still print materials. I completely recovered one month later.
At this final stage of the Fa-rectification period, I will cultivate myself well and save more sentient beings in this limited time so that I will be worthy of Master’s salvation and the hope of sentient beings. I will complete my mission and follow Master to my original home.
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