(Minghui.org) I am responsible for clarifying the truth to politicians in our area. In addition to the many activities we have carried out in recent years to raise awareness about Falun Gong among politicians I had a strong wish to show one of our films at the state parliament. For about six years, I was unable to find a politician who would have made a film screening possible. I only received rejections, or no one showed interest.
One day in March of 2025, I was invited by a Uyghur to an event at the state parliament. It was a book presentation that didn’t particularly interest me, but out of politeness I agreed to go. I had to schedule more than 2 hours to get there on time. About an hour before I was about to leave, I suddenly had the idea that I could write a letter to introduce two of our films to the politician who had organized the Uyghur event. I already knew him from a previous meeting.
I quickly put together a small folder with descriptions of the documentary films Transcending Fear and Letter from Masanjia, as well as a short letter. Everything was kept very simple, as there was no time left.
After arriving at the state parliament, there was initially no opportunity to speak with the politician apart from a brief greeting. So I waited until after the presentation. A line formed because everyone wanted to speak with him. I was one person and knew that I had to be brief and not take up too much of his time. Nevertheless, I was determined – I wanted to show a film in the state parliament. When it was my turn, I presented my request with determination and said, “We could show a film in the state parliament at some point.” He took a quick look at my documents while I explained the content of the films, and then he gave his approval. He said, “Ms. Dusolt, let’s do it!” I had to hold back my joy so as not to burst with excitement. Yes – I had finally achieved what I had hoped for.
But, it was not that simple. After I thanked the politician the next day for the wonderful event, I did not hear anything from him anymore. What should I do so as not to seem pushy? So I waited for about three weeks. But nothing happened.
Then I decided to write an email—but how? Should I ask whether he had changed his mind or whether he was no longer interested? I decided to keep it very simple – he had given me his approval; he had given his word. Therefore, I did not want to appear as a beggar. So I politely asked which film he had decided on. His reply came: “Letter from Masanjia.” But after that, there was no further correspondence again.
I know that politicians are very busy, so I stayed persistent. I reminded the congressman’s office that it was important for scheduling purposes to inform our China expert from the human rights organization (IGFM), which has been supportive of Dafa, in advance. Finally, everything fell into place. The date and text were finalized, and we decided to promote the event.
I had hoped for a hall that could accommodate 80 to 90 people – filled with members of parliament, university professors, district administrators from various cities, and other VIPs. But things turned out differently. A week before the registration deadline, I received a call from the office of the member of parliament. I was told that, unfortunately, only six people had registered. I was deeply shocked, because among those six were my son’s girlfriend, my aunt, and her partner. If no more people registered, the event would have to be canceled, the office told me. This was devastating for me. I finally had the opportunity to show a film—and of course, I didn’t want to disappoint the politician. I had to look inside myself: What was I doing wrong? Above all, I couldn’t get nervous or lose my clarity—otherwise, everything would be lost. I was well aware of that.
Over the weekend, I kept looking inward, and at some point I realized that I wanted to decide which people should attend the screening. I had a specific idea of VIPs, but that idea – judging by how things were unfolding –was not the idea of the Master and the divine beings. So I had to let go: Anyone who was meant to come should be allowed to come.
A few days later, I received another call and was informed that 50 people had registered in the meantime. I had achieved what I hoped for, and broken through. The registration deadline was extended once more, and in the end there were around 90 people who wanted to attend the event.
Everything was well prepared. Then the politician approached me and said that I should moderate the discussion. I had never done anything like that before, but I agreed and thought to myself: You have no other choice now—just act as if you have done this many times before, without a single thought of fear. And it really turned out well!
But before that, there was yet another hurdle to overcome: The train to the state parliament was canceled! At the beginning of the event, only about 30 people were there. One practitioner said, “You said there would be 90 people, but this is nowhere near 90!” I replied very briefly, “They’ll still come.” And that is exactly what happened. About 90 people were present, and in the end, the screening of Letter from Masanjia was a great success. The audience was deeply moved and asked many questions. A theologian who was among the attendees even arranged a new appointment with me to screen one of our films.
Do we really have to endure everything? Or do we sometimes just lack clarity?
For many years, I had problems in my lower abdomen. They appeared first after I had spoken with a friend who told me about her own complaints. Some time later, the same problems appeared in me as well. One day – but years later – I began to wonder whether this circumstance was really a right one and if I had to suffer like this. It is hard to explain, but suddenly the thought arose that this suffering did not belong to me. Firmly, I said to myself: “I have nothing at all.” Nothing more than this short sentence. I repeated it again and again. It was fascinating, because from that moment on I no longer had any problems – the symptoms truly disappeared from one moment to the next.
There was another similar experience: For several years, I wasn’t able to sleep well. I woke up feeling completely exhausted, often even with severe headaches. Sometimes I was actually afraid to fall asleep, because I felt that even at night I could not relax due to much dreaming, and I was afraid of the headaches in the morning. I thought that perhaps I still had a lot to repay and that this was the reason why I couldn’t find peace at night. It felt as if I were living another life during the night, but after about six years I began to feel that something was not right.
So that evening, before going to bed, I decided to change my mindset. I told myself, “I'm going to have a peaceful, restful night and wake up feeling refreshed.” After the first night, I only had a slight headache, which I ignored, but it was the first night in a long time that I was able to sleep properly again. The headaches also lessened, and I was able to recover at night. It was so easy to put an end to this years-long, self-imposed suffering!
During the coronavirus period, when activities were very limited, I started taking photos – initially more out of boredom. At first, it was mainly experimentation without any great ambitions. Interestingly, as a beginner, I was often confronted with subjects that even my husband, who has been taking photos for many years, found astonishing. However, there was probably more to it than I could have imagined at the time, and the beautiful photos motivated me to continue improving.
Patience was my greatest weakness, and I also had to overcome my tendency to get angry, for example, when photos didn’t turn out well. Controlling my emotions was yet another challenge. I can take the most beautiful photos when I’m not emotional, because as soon as I get excited in a special moment, the animals sense it. Then the opportunity for a photo is gone—they disappear before I can even react.
My nature photos have been displayed on various internet platforms for years; they are meant to attract people to learn the truth about the persecution of Falun Gong. In the meantime, I have also received commissions and had the opportunity to come into contact with two people. One of them allows me to photograph his properties throughout the seasons, while another lets me use the grounds of his castle for photos. I also work on commissions for a foundation. But I have come to realize that all these opportunities serve only to spread the truth in these higher social classes, for which I am very grateful.
This is what I’ve learned at my current level.Thanks, everyone.
(Presented at the 2025 Germany Fa Conference)