(Minghui.org) I started cultivating in Falun Dafa in 2005, and began clarifying the truth two years later. I’ve partnered with several practitioners over the years to go out to talk to people about Dafa and distribute truth-clarification fliers and booklets. We helped each other and learned from one another. By placing complete faith in Master Li, I have gained a better understanding of the Fa and attained stronger righteous thoughts. This has enabled me to save predestined people with compassion.
During a large snow storm a month before the 2020 Chinese New Year, practitioner Zen brought me 120 New Year decorations with Dafa information and several dozen cards with a download link for software to circumvent the Internet firewall. She asked me to work with another practitioner to distribute them, but I proposed that she and I distribute them in remote villages, as the nearby areas had already been covered.
Zen and I took my electric bike and drove to the countryside at around noon the next day. We gave out the New Year decorations while clarifying the truth as we went, and helped nine people quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its youth organizations. We ran out of decorations at around 4 p.m. The temperature was very low, so much so that we were shivering. Zen said, “How about we call it a day and head back home?” I agreed, with my teeth chattering.
On our way back, we saw a few workers unloading a truck and a car at the broadcasting bureau. I still had some cards left with the download link, so I stopped and distributed them among the workers and drivers.
Zen told me later that when I made that stop, she was slightly resentful because she was freezing, but still sent righteous thoughts for me. We got back on my electric bike and were about to continue when a police car pulled up right in front of us.
I had about a dozen cards in my pocket and absolutely could not let the police find them. I turned around and started riding in the opposite direction. An officer got out of the car and came after us on foot. The moment he caught up, I steered to the side and plunged into a big pile of snow, conveniently burying the cards deep into it. The officer thoroughly searched us and my bike, but found nothing.
The officer said that someone had reported us for distributing Dafa materials. We clarified the truth to him, and explained that good deeds were rewarded and bad deeds bring retribution, and told him about police officers being used as scapegoats during the Cultural Revolution. We explained that Falun Dafa has spread around the world and is practiced in more than 100 countries. We told him that the truth about Dafa being wrongfully persecuted will be revealed one day, and we advised him to quit the Party and not be their scapegoat.
The officer listened quietly, obviously contemplating. We tried clarifying the truth to the police car driver but he didn’t want to hear any of it. We were taken to the police station and held in two separate rooms. While several officers interrogated Zen, I clarified the truth to the young officer monitoring me. He was very receptive and told me that they were acting on directives from higher-ups, and that they have to be deployed when someone reports a Dafa practitioner.
Zen told me later that the officers tried to put a wedge between us, and told her, “You can talk to us. What did the two of you do today? Your friend already confessed everything. As soon as you confirm what she said, you can go home.” But Zen didn’t fall for it.
The officers used the same trick and tried to get me to talk. I told them, “If I tell you, I’d be doing you a disservice and letting you commit a great crime.”
An officer threatened me, saying, “Even if you don’t say anything, you’ll have to stay here before we let you go.”
I replied, “You don’t have a say because our Master has already arranged everything. You’ve got nothing on us and will have to let us go.”
We were released four days later and went straight back to clarifying the truth and helping Master save sentient beings.
During the summer of the 2008 Sichuan earthquake, practitioner Ling and I paired up to clarify the truth and distribute materials. While on our way back home at around 11 a.m. we saw a huge pile of chicken manure on the side of the road, several truckloads worth. The place was covered in flies, and an elderly man was shoveling the manure. I contemplated approaching him. It was a very hot day and the manure reeked. Should we stop and clarify the truth to him? The sight of the hard-working man shoveling the mountain of manure and sweating profusely awakened in me a sense of obligation and compassion—I had to save him.
I waved and greeted him warmly from a little distance away, “Hi, sir. You’re working hard. Why are you shoveling the chicken manure?”
He paused from working, and responded, “I dry it to make a compound fertilizer. I’m just trying to make some extra money.”
I said to him, “Nowadays, there are so many natural and man-made disasters. Please remember ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’ It will keep you safe.” He nodded and said he knew that Dafa is good.
He seemed genuine and supportive of Dafa, so I figured it would be easy to convince him to quit the CCP and its youth organizations. To my surprise, he didn’t think it was a big deal that he had joined the Young Pioneers, as he was just going along with the formality. He didn’t think it mattered much, as he hadn’t joined out of his own will. Furthermore, he held a stubborn belief and didn’t think that cutting ties with the CCP had anything to do with his safety. Regardless of how hard we tried to convince him, he would not budge.
I believed that if our hearts were pure and compassionate and we eliminated the evil behind him with strong righteous thoughts, Master would be able to save him. While Ling chatted with him, I asked Master for help and silently sent righteous thoughts to eliminate all the evil and interference in other dimensions.
I told the man, “The Party has murdered millions of Chinese people in the many political movements it has launched, and now it is persecuting Falun Dafa. Organs were harvested from innocent Dafa practitioners to supply a lucrative transplant industry, sanctioned by the Party. Gods will not let it get away with such evil. All who have joined the Young Pioneers, Communist Youth League, or the CCP are particles of this evil entity. Only when you denounce it and separate yourself from it can you be spared from harm.
“You’ve heard about the big earthquake in Sichuan, haven’t you? There is a teacher who is a practitioner of Falun Dafa. Her class was originally scheduled for an indoor lesson but was changed to an outdoor PE class at the last minute. The entire class was saved when the earthquake struck. Just look at the frequent mudslides, wildfires, and floods—they are all warning signs from heaven.”
Ling chimed in, “We truly want the best for you. It’s so hot out here in the sun, and if it was only a formality you went through joining the Young Pioneers, we wouldn’t waste our time trying to convince you, would we? The CCP has been persecuting innocent people. Do you know how many practitioners have been arrested, detained, tortured, sentenced, and killed for talking to people about Dafa? We’re willing to take this risk because a great catastrophe is fast approaching and we want all good people to stay out of harms way, but only those who sincerely renounce the CCP can be saved.”
The man’s expression softened. We walked closer to him, and I said, “We both have families. We work hard and take care of them. We live frugally to save a little bit of money to make these Dafa flyers and booklets. Our only goal is to save good people like you, so you won’t end up being eliminated when the Party collapses.”
We continued to talk to the man for ten more minutes, and a miracle happened. He made a fist with one hand and wrapped his other hand around it, and nodded repeatedly, gesturing gratitude. “You two are good people. I believe you,” he said. I let out a sigh of relief and tears welled up. I thanked Master over and over again.
On my way home, I could still smell the chicken manure on myself, and was followed by a swarm of flies. My mouth was dry, I was parched, and my neck and arms were sunburned. But I didn’t mind at all, knowing that another being had made the right choice to quit the Party.
At group Fa study, practitioner Xue told us that the Postal Savings Bank, located on a busy street, had a poster above the ATM advising people not to use paper notes with Dafa information messages printed on them. She asked if anyone would go and take it down. I knew that the longer it stayed there, the more people would be deceived by it. We couldn’t afford to wait. I asked the others in the group, “Who would like to go with me and help send righteous thoughts?” Xue said she would.
When we arrived at the bank, Xue stayed outside to send righteous thoughts. I went in and strode across the lobby toward the ATM, thinking, “Divine beings are invisible to human eyes. The security guard will not see me nor interfere.” I quickly took the poster down. It was almost closing time, and there were only a few customers present. The security guard was talking to a person in the lobby. He paused when he heard the paper crumpling, then carried on with his conversation.
I walked out with my head held high and exchanged a look with Xue. She reminded me, “Don’t throw it in the trash. Someone might see it, and it could continue to poison people’s minds.” I took it home and burned it.
Six huge banners slandering Dafa were put up on a steel board in front of the Village Party Committee where Ling lived. She asked if someone could help her take them down. The committee is on Ling’s way home from work. She said the villagers would recognize her, even after dark. Plus, she is the only practitioner in that village. For her safety, I told her to stay home and just send righteous thoughts for me. I grabbed a hand hoe and headed out.
I purposely went at around 7 p.m., just after dinner. Because the summer days were longer, people would still be out and about so it wouldn’t be too quiet, because with my hoe banging on the steel board could attract attention. Upon arriving, I found the family living across the street was hanging out front, waiting for friends to start a poker game. I was taken aback, thinking this was interference from the old forces.
I sent forth strong righteous thoughts and asked Master for help. I told the family in my mind, “Please go inside and don’t interfere with my plans.” Sure enough, they all moved inside, but their excited conversations and laughter could still be heard outside. It was perfect for background noise as I scraped away. I looked up at one point and saw a middle aged man looking my way from afar. I told him in my mind, “Don’t come this way. Don’t come over here. It’s not good for you.” And so he stayed put the entire time and didn’t come closer.
I once saw seven posters slandering Dafa on a large billboard just outside a childcare center in the city. I went at night and wanted to scrape them off with a knife but quickly realized that it was not the right time. It was summer and the city streets were busy until well after dark. So I had to forego my plan.
After talking it over with practitioners, we decided to try again in the early afternoon when most people took afternoon naps. A few of us dressed in old garments and formed groups of two. We quickly covered the posters with black spray paint and left.
We’ve come across these slanderous banners many times over the years. As Dafa practitioners, we all know that saving people is our top priority, thus no practitioners tried to evade responsibility. When our human notions get the best of us, some of us just want to stay home and have some peace and quiet. But as we remembered that our mission as Dafa practitioners is to help Master save sentient beings, and that the people of the world are facing a dangerous predicament, we eliminated our notions and attachments and were soon back out clarifying the truth.
I will use the limited time still remaining to cultivate solidly and do the three things well to repay Master for compassionately saving me.