(Minghui.org) I was arrested by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) in late 2013, for practicing Falun Dafa (also called Falun Gong), and illegally sentenced to three and a half years in prison. Despite her age of 80, my mother (a fellow Dafa practitioner) had been running around to various government departments to help rescue me. Fortunately, she has maintained a healthy body through her practice, and was able to handle the ordeals she encountered.
When I had one year remaining in prison, my brother, also a practitioner, was arrested in a city in the south where he worked. This was a huge blow to my mother. While she promised to visit me in prison every month, she also had to go try and rescue my brother. Fortunately, the practitioners around her gave her a lot of help and encouragement. An elderly practitioner ignored the opposition from her family and accompanied my mother to the city to meet the officers who arrested my brother.
My brother started practicing Falun Dafa with my mother and me, but stopped after the CCP started the persecution on July 20, 1999. In 2010, he returned from the south to visit us. After we met, he exclaimed, “You have all changed!” He had severe insomnia at the time and had to rely on liquor and sleeping pills to fall asleep every night. But after arriving at my house, he fell asleep normally and no longer had to take sleeping pills. He told my mother that the energy field in our home was good.
We showed my brother the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and a Shen Yun DVD. He was very excited. I also played him the song Ode to Master’s Grace, and he cried. He said to my mother, “Mom, I will still practice. Otherwise there is no other way out in life.” He worked alone and didn’t know any local practitioners, but he returned to Dafa by visiting the Minghui website every day. This time he was very determined. In 2016, he was arrested for mailing a truth clarification letter and was taken to a detention center.
I returned home from prison and experienced a major illness tribulation. After that, my mother and I, with help from the local practitioners in the south, began proceedings to get my brother released.
During the process, I felt Master’s encouragement and blessings. It seemed as if Master had arranged everything and was just waiting for us to cultivate to the right level. In actual cultivation, while validating the goodness of Dafa, if our xinxing meets the standard, things can be accomplished.
My brother met a dissident in the cell where he was detained. They hit it off immediately and the two became close friends. At the time, the dissident was about to be released. After his release, he immediately contacted a practitioner who was quite capable (the two of them had met in the detention center).
This practitioner had previously worked for the government, and he provided us with the phone numbers and mailing addresses of the police, and personnel in the procuratorate and judiciary involved in my brother’s case. He also sent money and clothing for my brother every once in a while. My mother and I were very moved. Only Falun Dafa practitioners who firmly believe in Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance can provide such selfless help and support to suffering practitioners whom they have never met.
The dissident contacted my mother again and asked her to go to the south to meet him as soon as possible. He hired a lawyer who could defend my brother’s innocence. My mother and the lawyer worked well together in the following days.
This all seemed accidental, but we knew that compassionate Master had meticulously arranged everything. So even though my brother was detained in a distant and unfamiliar city, my mother and I were able to get him released without any interference or geographic restrictions.
My mother and I kept mailing letters to the police, procuratorate, and judiciary. At least once or twice when we needed to send a letter to someone, it happened that the Minghui.org website had the phone number and mailing address we needed that day. The battery of my laptop was broken, so the time was always wrong, and there seemed to be some other technical problems. The Minghui.org mailbox could not be accessed, so I asked Master for help. The magical thing is that every time I asked for Master’s help, I could access the mailbox normally.
In the truth clarification letters we included articles we selected from Minghui.org. Master arranged for me to meet a practitioner who prepared all the materials. This practitioner helped me print the letters, and worked with me to make phone calls to the people involved in the case. In the few days leading up to the trial, we made intensive calls to the relevant personnel, but most people did not answer. The practitioner had strong righteous thoughts, and said, “It doesn’t matter if they don’t answer. We just need to let them know that we’re paying attention to this case.”
Many practitioners in the city where my mother and I live participated in the rescue efforts as well. They called and sent letters, which had a strong effect. My mother used her cell phone to call the 610 Office director who was in charge of my brother’s case. At first, he was very arrogant. He said that my brother was “stinky and hard to deal with” and “preached” every day, and that he could be sentenced to eight or ten years if he refused to be “transformed.” He did not even give my mother a chance to speak, but my mother was not affected by him.
My mother usually had her phone turned off, but the moment she turned it on one day, she received a call from the 610 Office director. He complained that many people had called him, and said he couldn’t bear it, and the staff in the courts and procuratorate couldn’t bear it either. He asked my mother to stop people from calling them. My mother said she didn’t know who called him, to which he replied, “They are all from your group in the north.” My mother told him that she couldn’t do anything about it.
I met a practitioner from out-of-town who suggested that I send a letter to the World Organization to Investigate the Persecution of Falun Gong (WOIPFG), to tell them about the persecution of my brother, and then send the “Notice” issued by WOIPFG to all those involved in the case. I did what she suggested, and also sent text messages and made phone calls to each recipient to inform them that WOIPFG had officially included them in their investigation list. This greatly deterred them.
Two days before my brother’s unlawful trial, my mother arrived with my cousin. As soon as they checked into the hotel, the police and 610 Office agents arrived and tried to threaten my mother. Although my cousin did not practice Falun Dafa, he supported us and had a strong sense of justice. When he tried to speak to the agents, someone from the 610 Office asked him, “Do you practice Falun Dafa?”
My cousin picked up his bottle of wine and shook it, saying, “[You] tell me, whether I practice Falun Dafa or not?” (Editors note: People who practice Falun Dafa don’t drink alcohol).
On the day of the trial, the practitioners and I called the court early in the morning. I heard from my mother and cousin that when they were waiting at the door of the court, a young bailiff said, “This is the eighth call we’ve received this morning.” When the trial started, many practitioners in the north, even though they were hundreds of miles away, collectively sent righteous thoughts for my brother. We could feel the strong energy.
My mother met the 610 Office director. He never came forward after receiving the investigation notice from WOIPFG. When he saw my mother at the door of the court, he smiled and said to her, “Auntie, what we said on the phone was all posted online.” My mother smiled and told him that she doesn’t know how to surf the Internet. The 610 Office agents accompanied my mother into the court and said to the people next to her: “Look at this old lady, she’s already 85 years old. Look how healthy she is!”
Before the trial, the female judge came over and said politely to my mother, “Do you need to go to the bathroom before the trial starts? You won’t be able to freely walk around once the proceedings begin.”
My mother later told me that during the court session, she, my cousin, and my brother’s son were surrounded by a group of police officers. When my cousin saw my brother being brought into the court wearing handcuffs and shackles, he stood up and shouted, “Why did you put handcuffs and shackles on my brother?! What kind of law is he breaking?!” The bailiff on the side informed him that it was the rule.
My brother had strong righteous thoughts in court and cooperated with the lawyer to explain that Falun Dafa is not a cult. He also exposed the shocking secret of the CCP’s organ harvesting from living Falun Dafa practitioners. The court did not announce a verdict.
After the court session, the judge arranged for my brother’s son to see his father, but did not allow my mother to see him. My mother asked the judge, “Why can the son see his father but the mother cannot see her son?” The judge smiled and let her go inside the meeting room, but she had to sit a little further away.
After my mother came back, she wrote a handwritten thank-you letter to the judge. There was no further information from the court for a long time. My mother and I insisted on sending righteous thoughts every day.
One day, after I came back from the Fa study group, my mother joyfully described that while she was studying the Fa in the morning, a little magpie suddenly flew over and landed on the eaves opposite the window of my house, and it kept chirping. My mother stood by the window and said to it, “Little magpie, did my Master send you here? Is there any good news?” The magpie chirped a few more times, as if answering my mother’s questions, and then flew away. My mother said that something about my brother must have come to a resolution.
As expected, I received a call from the lawyer that afternoon, saying that the court was going to hold a session and announce the verdict in two days. My mother called the judge again, and the judge told her that she didn’t need to go to the session. She said that after the verdict was announced, she would call my mother. My mother received a call from the judge, with the news that my brother was not sentenced to “eight or ten years,” as the 610 Office director predicted, but was only sentenced to 21 months. My brother stayed in the detention center for another two months, and was then released.
My brother later told me that he dreamed of Master one night in the detention center; Master walked with him in the long corridor of the detention center. When they reached the door, Master went out, but my brother stayed in. He said that he was in an exceptionally good mood the next day.
Six years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I still vividly remember this miraculous rescue experience. This is a true manifestation of the mighty power of Dafa disciples’ overall cooperation. I deeply feel Master’s compassion and thank him for his saving grace!
As I have walked along the path of Dafa cultivation, my gratitude has been sublimated into an indestructible righteous belief in Master and Dafa, and a clearer and more rational understanding of the responsibility and mission of Dafa disciples to save people. I will do the three things well on the final leg of my path and live up to Master’s grand mercy for all sentient beings.
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