(Minghui.org) Greetings Master! Greetings fellow practitioners!
I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1996, and I’m now 73 years old. I’d like to tell you how compassionate Master has always protected me. I hope we learn from each other, let go of our attachments, and do better in fulfilling our mission as Falun Dafa practitioners.
Master Repeatedly Protected Me
I once met a young man while I was talking to people about Falun Dafa near a shopping mall. His celestial eye was open and he said he knew that mankind was facing disaster. I explained what Falun Dafa is, and said that Dafa could save him when danger arrives.
He agreed, and said, “You are surrounded by golden light. I also know your Master saved you a few times.” I said yes and told him my story.
After I was born I was often sick. Mother said I had a condition called “Big Belly” but I was skinny. She often took me to the hospital. Because all our money was spent on my medical bills, my family was poor.
When my condition seemed hopeless, my mother prepared some straw as my burial shroud. But I survived. Another time when I was on the verge of death, my parents took me to a renowned doctor in the city. “It’s probably too late,” he said. “But I’ll try anyway. I’ll inject some medicine into her belly and give you some pills. If blood vessels can be seen in her ear, you can bring her back for a follow-up exam; otherwise, there’s no need to come.” After I took the medicine my parents saw my blood vessels. I survived again.
My aunt said I caused my parents a lot of trouble when I was young. They spent all their money on me and could barely make ends meet. “You have to take good care of them when you grow up,” she said. I knew it was true, and I felt I was special. During the Great Famine in China, other kids survived on potato leaves, but mother cooked millet soup for me.
After I began working when I was 20, I had metrorrhagia, and often experienced heavy menstrual bleeding. At one point my hemoglobin level dropped to 2.5 (between 11 and 15 is normal), and I almost died. I received about 1400 milliliters of blood from more than ten people. I visited almost every hospital in the city to stop my bleeding. After I recovered, a doctor said, “It’s a miracle you survived.”
Due to my poor health I was short and thin. After I began practicing Falun Dafa I realized that Master took care of me.
I Begin Practicing Falun Dafa
I kept trying to improve my health so I tried various qigoings, but they did not work for me. A coworker told me that Falun Dafa was good and could even help someone become a good person. I was excited and I read Zhuan Falun. I also watched videos of Master’s lectures. I was happy every day.
I went to the group practice site at a nearby college every morning. Two students helped us learn the exercises. There were flowers all over the campus and I liked the place very much. As the number of practitioners increased, we established another group practice site near my factory. When we met we often talked about the benefits we received from Dafa.
As soon as I began practicing Falun Dafa I immediately felt it was very different from the qigongs I had previously tried. Master helped me, and eliminated my karma. A few times, I felt very bad and had a fever. It was so painful that even my bones ached. But I reminded myself that I was a practitioner, and I realized this was a good thing because my karma was being eliminated. I also felt nausea, but it did not affect my ability to eat. After a few months, all my illnesses were gone. I was thrilled and told everyone that Dafa is great.
Going to Beijing to Speak Up For Dafa
After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began to suppress Dafa in July 1999, I heard that other practitioners were going to Beijing to safeguard Dafa. But I was nervous.
I know my family needed me, so I wondered what would happen if I went Beijing. I also knew that Master was great, and I felt I should do something to expose the persecution. Because all my money went to my husband, I had to save up some money for my trip.
There were also other types of pressure. My brother was an officer in the factory. The higher officials said that anyone whose relatives went to Beijing for Falun Dafa would be demoted. My family was nervous and asked me not go because of my brother, but my conscience told me I should do something.
One day before the 2000 Chinese New Year, another practitioner and I went to Beijing together. I was happy because this was something I should do. We met other practitioners at the train station. Although the officials checked the passengers, we made it to Beijing.
We saw more practitioners after getting off the train in Beijing. When we passed Tiananmen Square we saw that a couple from the countryside were arrested. I was nervous, but I knew I was doing the right thing. Other practitioners found a place for us to stay. We later heard that the location wasn’t safe so we moved.
After we rested, we were ready to go to Tiananmen Square. When he saw that some practitioners had no banners, a coordinator gave my banner to someone else and asked me to distribute flyers. This could be more dangerous than unfolding a banner, but I decided to do as he asked. As practitioners were unfolding banners and calling out “Falun Dafa is good,” I went to a high place, and handed out flyers. There were flyers everywhere and police officers were busy picking them up. No one noticed me, so I walked away.
Thinking practitioners were still validating the Fa at Tiananmen Square, I decided to join them. I went back and saw many practitioners unfolding banners while calling out “Falun Dafa is good!” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” The scene was very touching and I almost wept. Practitioners from Shandong Province were trying to unfold a banner that was several meters long, so I helped them.
I was arrested and we were taken away in buses. On the bus, we told the police how practicing Falun Dafa improved our minds and bodies. We also told them that Master is great, and that the CCP’s propaganda was wrong. The police listened quietly.
We were taken to a place, and we recited On Dafa and Hong Yin. When the police tried to separate us and take us away, we held each others’ arms to stop them.
Many practitioners and I were sent to a detention center. There were no blankets, and the doors and windows were open. We recited the teachings, called out “Falun Dafa is good,” and told officials the benefits we received from Dafa. The officials tried to stop us, and anyone who gave them their personal information was taken away by the local police. There were fewer and fewer of us, but we still did not tell them our names. My family contacted the local police station and found me.
One practitioner was tortured badly and gave up practicing. When he walked out of the prison, he saw Master Li’s fashen weeping bloody tears. The practitioner felt bad and went back to the prison to tell others not to stop practicing. I was very touched when I heard this story and I decided to do well.
Ever since the persecution started, I began to tell others about Dafa. I was working at the time so I talked to my coworkers. There was pressure from police, my workplace, my family, and my brother. Some practitioners said we had to cultivate ourselves well before stepping forward to safeguard Dafa. I think we need to do what we are supposed to do.
The city government set up a brainwashing center, where they planned to send anyone who still practiced. I wrote a statement explaining how great Dafa was and I was sent there. The place was filthy and the other practitioners and I cleaned it. We told the guards and officers that Dafa was great. The head officer was moved and said, “Falun Dafa is good. Keep doing what you are doing.” My husband supported me and took me home.
Maintaining Righteous Thoughts
We did not have pamphlets when the persecution began, so we wrote information on pieces of paper and posted them in public places. Before the 2008 Olympic Games in Beijing, I told one young man about Dafa and he reported me to the police. I was taken to a police station. Because I often read Minghui Weekly and I knew how other practitioners handled the situation I told the officers the facts about Dafa, and I sent forth righteous thoughts.
When some police officers complained about working too hard, I told them it was the CCP’s fault. Had the persecution not started, more people would have practiced Falun Dafa and become good citizens. They asked some neighbor administration officers to come and pressure me to stop practicing, but I was determined so they released me after a few days.
I told the inmates that I would be released soon. They didn’t believe me, and one said, “It’s not up to you.” After I was released a few days later, they were surprised.
I talked with a college student about Dafa, but I forgot to give him a pamphlet. When I tried to catch up with him a police car stopped me. The police officer knew me, and I explained to him why people should quit the CCP organizations. He agreed and thanked me.
When another practitioner and I were putting up posters, someone reported us and a police van came. I told the officers that this had nothing to do with the other practitioner since the materials were mine and she was just walking with me. I knew I had to protect her.
That practitioner was very thankful and she left. The police officers were also moved, and offered to take me home. I said I would rather return home alone. They said it was fine. From this I learned that when we practitioners do well, things will be just fine.
Master said:
“Why should you, a Dafa disciple, fear the evil ones when enduring persecution? The crux of the matter is that you have attachments. If not, do not endure passively, and face the evil people with righteous thoughts at all times. No matter what the situation, do not cooperate with the evil’s demands, orders, or what it instigates. If everyone can do that, circumstances will change.” (“Dafa Disciples’ Righteous Thoughts Are Powerful,” The Essentials of Diligent Progress II)
Some practitioners are afraid they will be persecuted. I think we should focus on exposing the persecution while doing the three things well. There are many such examples on the Minghui website, and we can do better and better.
(To be continued)
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