(Minghui.org) After I started practicing Falun Dafa in May 1995, I knew deeply that I had to completely trust and rely on Master and Dafa.
All I thought about as I was growing up was going to college, finding a good job, making money, getting a big house, having a good family, and living a happy life. I spent my whole life striving for these things, experiencing some successes and some failures, but mostly not to my satisfaction. It wasn’t until I read Zhuan Falun that I learned the real purpose of life is to return to one’s original true self.
After I began to practice Falun Dafa, I held myself to the standards of the Fa at work and in my daily life and cultivation. For example, I was once given too much change at a nearby supermarket. I handed the clerk 10 yuan for an item that cost just a few yuan. The clerk thought it was a 100-yuan bill and gave me back over 90 yuan. When I told her she’d made a mistake, she replied, “No! Count it yourself.” I explained that I had given her 10 yuan, not 100. She looked at the money in the drawer and, in disbelief but grateful, responded, “Thank you! Thank you!”
I told her she didn’t need to thank me and explained, “I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. Master Li requires us to be good people in all that we do.” I clarified the truth to her, and she readily quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations.
I was riding my e-bike on a pedestrian lane when a van parked on the side of the road blocked my view of a car coming out of a residential gate. I couldn’t break in time and hit the car. I immediately shouted, “I’m OK!” as I was thrown to the ground with my head against the car. I thought, “I need to stand up,” so I slowly got up.
The young driver jumped out of the car in a panic and said, “Grandpa, I didn’t see you. Let me take you to the hospital.”
Two guards from the residential entrance came over. I said to everyone, “I don’t need to go to a hospital. I practice Falun Dafa, and Master Li will protect me. I’ll be fine. Young man, please bring me my shoes, and I’ll put them on.” He brought them over, and when I lifted my leg to put them on, I knew I was all right.
The front wheel of the e-bike was knocked off, and the handlebars were bent. The e-bike was too damaged to ride. I was 70 years old at the time. For a person that age to be so badly hit by a car, without Master’s protection, how could I not have been harmed?
The driver offered to fix my e-bike, and I agreed, but there were no repair shops nearby. The driver said he would drive around and find one. One of the guards wrote down his license plate number, fearing he would not return. A little while later, the driver returned with a bike repairman.
As I rode with the young driver to the repair shop, I learned that he was a college student. He feared that I might try to con him, so he brought along three of his classmates to be his witnesses. Typically, a person my age who was hit so hard would not settle the case easily, so I understood. He tried to give me 200 yuan. I declined, saying, “Why don’t you use it to pay the bike repairman.” I then clarified the truth to them. Three of the young men quit the Youth League and the Young Pioneers, and the fourth quit the CCP, Youth League, and Young Pioneers.
A little while later, the bike was fixed, but the shop didn’t have a replacement for the handlebars, so I tried it with the old one. I said, “It’s fine as long as it works.” I rode the bike around in a circle, and it was fine. The driver wanted to give me his phone number, but I said, “It’s OK,” and they left.
I said to the repairman, “Even though my bike hit so hard and badly damaged, I was not hurt. And I didn’t ask them for any money. That’s because I practice Falun Dafa. Falun Dafa is not like what they portray on TV.” I told him the truth about Dafa and the persecution. He quit the CCP, Youth League, and the Young Pioneers.
I rode my e-bike to the market, bought some things, and returned home. My wife was not there. I saw that my pants and shirt were torn, so I changed my clothes and threw the torn ones away so that my wife would not see them and get worried. But she saw a scratch on my stomach the next morning as I was getting dressed and asked me what had happened, so I briefly explained the situation to her.
She was surprised and asked why I’d let the driver go and didn’t even get his phone number. What if I had problems later? She called our children over. I said, “Look, I have Master protecting me. I am OK. Such a small scratch is nothing. It doesn’t hurt or bleed. I can still climb the stairs and ride my e-bike. If it wasn’t for Master’s protection, would I be like this?” With the facts right before their eyes, they could not say anything. They witnessed the extraordinary power of Dafa.
There is a school across the street from my residential community. I went out one morning on my e-bike to clarify the truth. I looked to the right and left and saw no traffic. There was only a taxi parked by the school. I crossed the street on my e-bike at the crossing lane. As I got to the front of the school, the taxi suddenly sped up. It knocked me down and pinned me and the bike under the car.
The two security guards at the school gate ran over. They saw that my leg and the e-bike were caught under the car. They grabbed my shoulders and arms and tried to pull me out. After struggling for a long while, they finally got me out. I stood up and moved my leg. It was OK and didn’t hurt. Master saved me again. Just my pant leg got dirty. They also freed the e-bike.
I turned around and looked at the taxi driver. He was frozen in shock, standing there, repeatedly saying, “It was my fault! It was my fault!” I told him not to worry, that I wouldn’t extort money from him because I was a Dafa practitioner. I told him the facts about Falun Dafa and helped him quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. Then I left to clarify the truth elsewhere.
A practitioner in a neighboring city could not maintain his xinxing and revealed that I paid for his computer and printer. The deputy director of that city’s 610 Office and the domestic security head came to consult with the 610 Office and police station in my city, and they took me to a brainwashing center.
I refused to cooperate with them. The domestic security head asked me if I knew the practitioner. I acknowledged that I did. He got excited and asked me where I’d met him. I told him that it was in the forced labor camp. He continued, “Why don’t you describe your interaction with him?” I informed him that there was no interaction. The security head was not pleased and said, “We already have a lot of information on you.”
I responded, “Then why are you asking me?” I knew he had nothing on me, because no one else was involved in my interaction with that practitioner. I began to clarify the truth to him and said, “The persecution of Dafa initiated by former CCP leader Jiang Zemin is the greatest miscarriage of justice in history. All cases of injustice against Dafa will be redressed one day. What will happen to you when that day comes?”
“It may take 70 years. You won’t see it then.”
“I will definitely see it,” I replied.
After that, they sent two domestic security police officers to threaten me every day. They would say, “If you don’t talk, we’ll take you to the station and make you unable to sit up straight.” The 610 Office deputy also came to pressure me, using the CCP’s threat of their so-called “organizational discipline” to punish me.
I knew there were bad people in the CCP who were capable of evil deeds, but I would not cooperate with them or betray any practitioner. I asked for a pen and paper to write a letter to my family. But I was actually going to write my will. I wrote, “If I die, you must understand that I did not commit suicide. I was killed by the evil CCP.” Then the ballpoint pen ran out of ink. As I got up to find a new pen, this thought appeared in my mind, “With such a powerful Dafa and almighty Master, what am I afraid of?” I suddenly became clear-headed and realized: “Master is telling me this. Master is next to me. What am I afraid of?” I tore the unfinished will into pieces and threw it into the trash can. I instantly felt light and free of all attachments.
The deputy director of the 610 Office left the next day with his people. But the 610 Office director of our district still wouldn’t let me leave and wanted me to write a guarantee statement that I would give up cultivation. I thought, “I might still have some attachments I haven’t given up.” I decided to start a hunger strike to protest the persecution, but I was terrified of being force-fed. I started one anyway since I had no other recourse.
Five days later, the 610 Office director brought in a nurse who was supposed to force-feed me. Before entering my room, the director shouted in the yard, “Everyone else uses a water hose to force-feed. Why do you use such a thin tube?”
I knew that the evil behind him was making him say that to arouse my fear of being force-fed. The nurse tried to take my blood pressure, but I refused to allow it. Several people held me down, and the nurse tried to insert a tube into my nose. The nurse tried twice and failed twice. I felt it was difficult to tolerate and shook my head. The nurse stopped.
The 610 Office director said, “Drink this glass of milk, and we will stop trying to force-feed you.” I told him that I wouldn’t write anything. He said, “We won’t ask you to write anything.”
“I want to go home!” I exclaimed.
“I will go to your workplace and tell your boss to take you home on Monday,” he responded. That was on Friday.
I called the staff and the driver from my work unit in and asked the director to repeat what he had just said to me. I believed him and drank the milk. The people from my work unit left and never returned, and I knew I had been tricked. It was my attachment of fear of being force-fed that was the problem. I then resumed my hunger strike. I thought, “I will yell, ‘Master, save me,’ if they force-feed me.” It turned out that no one came to urge me to eat.
People from my work unit and my neighborhood came and took me home on the fifth day of that hunger strike.
I am unable to see anything through my celestial eye, but Master gave me other supernormal abilities.
When I was detained in the brainwashing center, they served lunch at noon, just as I was beginning to send forth righteous thoughts, which prevented me from doing so. One day as noon approached, I thought, “Let them delay the lunch so I can send forth righteous thoughts.” Indeed, when noon arrived no one called us for lunch. Many people were shouting, “Why aren’t they serving lunch?” It wasn’t until 12:10, after I finished sending righteous thoughts, that they started to serve lunch.
Another time, I went to a fellow practitioner’s home to help her install a computer system. When I got home, I could not find my portable router. I searched my bag and the drawers where I kept it three times and did not find it. I wondered if maybe I’d left it at the practitioner’s home. But she lived far away, and it would take a lot of time to get there and back. So I decided to use the telekinesis power Master bestowed on me to bring the router back. After having this thought, I opened the drawer and found the router right there in the drawer.
I am sharing these experiences to illustrate a point: Our great, almighty Master has given his disciples many abilities and great supernatural powers. It is only that we don’t know how to use them or are not good at using them. We may be too afraid to use them or even dare not believe we have these abilities—all of which are manifestations of insufficient Fa study and our xinxing not keeping up with Fa-rectification. Master has always been enlightening us. We need to study the Fa more and well and use the abilities Master gives us to eliminate the evil, protect ourselves, and save more sentient beings.