(Minghui.org) I went to a village to clarify the truth about the persecution of Falun Dafa to people in 2009. A policeman arrested me and took me to the police station. He searched my bag, took out all the pamphlets and photographed them. I asked him whether arresting me would do him any good. After I said this, he walked away. I was later taken to a detention center where I was held for ten days.
I did the exercises, recited the Fa, and sent forth righteous thoughts. Thanks to practitioners who were previously detained there, the guards did not stop practitioners when we did the exercises. During break times I told the inmates in other cells the truth about Dafa and urged them to quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP).
Several members of a criminal gang were also detained there. I told them the facts about Dafa and they listened. I sang songs that practitioners composed, and they all liked the song, “Coming For You.” I felt the song was sacred.
I woke up laughing from a dream on the morning of the tenth day. I could not stop laughing, although there was nothing funny about my situation. The head gangster passed by my cell and seeing that I didn’t have anything to eat, he asked the guard why I wasn’t given breakfast.
Later, the deputy chief of the police station and another officer took me to the city court. The deputy chief came and brought a document. He threw it down in front of me and said, “You are ordered to do forced labor.” I thought, “I don’t care about your stuff.”
Then I thought of my daughter who was in high school. She would be distraught to learn I was to be put into a forced labor camp. The last time I was detained she cried all day, lost her appetite, couldn’t sleep, and collapsed.
I thought of the horrible scenes of practitioners being tortured as described on Minghui and I wondered if I could withstand it. I felt enveloped by fear—I began trembling. Then my divine side woke up. I thought: “Don’t be afraid. We trust Master and the Fa and the persecution has no affect on us.”
I sent forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the substance that made me fearful. The substance subsided like a receding tide and I felt energetic. I thought, “I am Master Li Hongzhi’s disciple. What I’m doing is truly righteous. Nothing is wrong with distributing materials to save people. I will never accept the old forces’ arrangements.”
I calmly recited Master’s Fa on the way to the forced labor camp. I completely denied the old forces’ arrangements, and eliminated my negative thoughts or any intentional or unintentional admission of the old forces’ persecution. We arrived at the forced labor camp at 6 p.m. when practitioners around the globe send forth righteous thoughts together.
I had a list of people who wanted to quit the CCP in my bag. I wondered if I should destroy it or keep it. When my righteous thoughts emerged I decided to keep it.
By the time we arrived, the director of the forced labor camp had already gone home, and a female officer was on duty. She said she did not have the authority to admit me. Another person died a few days before and she did not want to take on the responsibility. The deputy chief of the police station insisted she admit me. After they argued, the police took me to the camp-designated hospital for a physical examination.
I had an opportunity to escape when I went to the restroom. But I was determined not to escape and wander around anymore. While I was examined I asked Master to help me. Just after 8 p.m., the deputy chief slapped the examination report on the table and demanded the female officer take me. She again loudly said that she had no authority.
The deputy chief yelled at her for sending us to the hospital for the examination. He called the director of the forced labor camp and asked him to come. The female officer brought me a glass of water. I calmly recited Master’s Fa while I drank it, ““When disciples have ample righteous thoughts, Master has the power to turn the tide.”” (“20th Anniversary Fa teaching”)
After the director came he measured my blood pressure. I begged Master to help, but my blood pressure appeared normal. Then they did an electrocardiagram. I kept telling Master, “I don’t belong here. I need to go home.” The director finished and asked me if I had heart problems when I was young. I said I might have. He asked me to wait outside so he could talk with the police.
I was glad, knowing Master was protecting me and letting my body exhibit illness symptoms. The director opened the door and called me in, saying the labor camp would not admit me. The deputy chief of the police station who tried everything he could to have me admitted to the labor camp gave in, and helplessly told me, “Take you bag. Let’s go.”
I groaned as I walked, because I hadn’t eaten. The deputy chief called his boss asking him what to do. The boss told him to take me back to the detention center. I silently told Master that I would by no means go to the detention center. I just wanted to go home.
Two minutes later, the boss called and asked them to release me. I successfully evaded the persecution. Thank you Master!
It was past 10 p.m. when I returned to my village. I called my daughter, who thought she was dreaming when she heard my voice. I talked with my aunt. They were all happy when they heard I was released. It was after 11 p.m. when I got home.
My husband had just returned home and was having a meal after playing mahjong. He paid no attention to me. I put down my bag, mopped the floor, and I ate my husband’s leftovers. I didn’t sleep that night, but I felt energetic when I worked at the office the next day. I realized that as long as we trust Master and the Fa, we can overcome the persecution.
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