(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in March 1998. Before I began to cultivate Dafa, I had no strength in one arm, and after I began to cultivate, my arm returned to normal. Another interesting thing occurred: I never used to find things others lost. However, after I began to cultivate, I started finding watches, cellphones, and money. When I couldn’t locate the owners, I dropped the watches and cellphones off at the police station and gave the money to elderly people who lived alone. My life was comfortable, and I felt joyous.
Persisting to Clarify the Truth About Falun Dafa
One year after I started to practice cultivation, the former Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader Jiang Zemin started persecuting Falun Dafa. I and many fellow practitioners went out together to validate the Fa. When we went to nearby villages to clarify the truth to people, we were arrested by the police and detained in a brainwashing center.
I later went to Beijing to appeal for justice for Dafa and was arrested again. I was detained in a brainwashing center for two weeks. The personnel tried to force me to give up cultivation: If I agreed to stop practicing Falun Dafa, they would let me go home; otherwise they would keep me there. I did not cooperate with them and refused to give up my belief. I was determined to defend Master Li and Dafa.
I have a large family, and many of them came to visit me. Out of fear of the what the authorities might do to me and to my family, these family members used both hard and soft tactics to try to force me to stop practicing. My mother slapped me, and she also knelt down and begged me to stop practicing. I would not give up my belief; no one could stop me.
After I was released, like other practitioners across China, I began to distribute truth-clarification materials to people to inform them about Falun Dafa and the persecution. I did my usual job during the day and went out to distribute materials in evening.
A fellow practitioner and I once went to a neighboring village to distribute materials. We visited only a couple of households before the villagers saw us. Thinking that we were stealing, they grabbed us. I managed to run away. However, I thought that since we went together, I should not abandon my fellow practitioner. I went back to talk to the villagers, but they had already called a village official to the scene.
I talked to the village official and told him that we were not stealing; we were distributing materials about Falun Dafa and the persecution and wanted to let the villagers know that Dafa is good. Jiang Zemin was persecuting practitioners unjustly. After listening to our explanation, the village official said, “You can go now.” We gave him a few copies of our materials and left.
Another time, a fellow practitioner and I went to a different village to distribute materials. My understanding of the Fa was still not deep, and I had strong attachments. Upon seeing a police car come toward us, we got scared and ran up the hill to escape. When we reached the hilltop, it started raining heavily. So we had to sit on the steep slope and slowly slide down the hill. The rain stopped after we reached the bottom, and we resumed distributing the materials. By the time we finished, those dirt roads had become very muddy. We couldn’t ride our bicycles and had to drag them home.
In 2008, a fellow practitioner and I were arrested and taken to a police station after being accused of distributing truth-clarification materials by village officials. Domestic security agents came the next day and took us to the domestic security department. They interrogated me about where I got the materials. When I refused to answer, they beat me until I passed out. They then poured cold water over me to revive me and continued the beating. I was detained for two weeks, then taken to a detention center for three months before being transferred to a labor camp. But the labor camp refused to accept me, so they took me back to the detention center.
I went on a hunger strike for three days to protest the persecution. They handcuffed me to a window, gave me an IV drip, and ultimately force-fed me. I passed out during the force-feeding, and they rushed me to the county hospital for emergency treatment. The hospital issued a critical condition notice to my family after assessing my condition.
I was not afraid at the time; I firmly believed in Master and the Fa and knew I would be fine. The doctor told my family that I needed a heart stent, but the hospital was unwilling to assume responsibility for treating me and discharged me. My family was worried about my condition. I told them I would be fine in a couple of days. Sure enough, I soon recovered completely.
After the CCP staged the “Tiananmen self-immolation” hoax to slander Falun Dafa, the village officials locked me and some fellow practitioners up in their office and tried to force us to renounce our faith. When we refused, they bribed their superiors into sending us to the detention center again for three months. The guards wanted to defame Falun Dafa by forcing us to publicly comment on the “self-immolation.” We told them the “self-immolation” was staged, and those people were not practitioners. The police then punished us by beating us and forcing us to stand in the yard in cold weather with only thin clothes on. They kicked us so hard that their heavy leather shoes broke.
Overcoming Tribulations with Righteous Thoughts
I also experienced many dangerous situations during my years of cultivation. It was with Master’s protection that I made it through these situations safely.
I did plastering work on a middle school building during the pandemic in 2021. I fell off the scaffolding and fractured the bones in my heel and ankle. My boss rushed me to the hospital and insisted that I stay there. I told him that I practice Falun Dafa and didn’t need to be hospitalized and would recover in a few days at home. My boss brought my family to the hospital, trying to persuade me to stay. My family got angry with me and forced me into staying and left my brother there to care for me.
The hospital said I needed surgery for my injury. After discussing it with fellow practitioners, I decided not to have the surgery. My boss and the school principal also offered me compensation for my lost wages. I said that I didn’t want the money and clarified the truth about Falun Dafa to them instead. They both agreed Dafa is good; if this had happened to a non-practitioner, he might have stayed in the hospital and wouldn’t want to leave. But I’m a Falun Dafa practitioner; I didn’t want a single penny from them.
Last year, I burned my foot, while making zongzi. These are sticky rice dumplings, which are traditionally eaten during the Dragon Boat Festival. To boil the zongzi well, they needed to be weighed down in the cooking pot with a container full of water. The water in the container was boiling together with zongzi inside the cooking pot. After cooking the zongzi for a few hours, I lifted the container of water out and rested it on the side of the cooking pot. However, I did not place it securely, and the container spilled boiling water onto my foot and scalded it.
I thought to myself, “I’m a Dafa practitioner, and I’m not afraid.” The blisters on my foot grew larger and, by bedtime, it was badly swollen. I remained calm and thought it must be karma that I need to eliminate, so I will bear the suffering. My family advised me to apply medication on my foot. I said, “I’m a Dafa practitioner, and I don’t need the medication. It will heal soon.” They were worried about infection, but I assured them I would be fine. My foot got better by the day. After it fully healed, there wasn’t even a scar. Someone in my village suffered a burn on his arm, and he applied all sorts of medications. However, after the injury healed, his arm was covered with scars.
The miraculous power of Falun Dafa and Master’s compassionate protection are beyond what words can describe. I hope that more people, after learning the truth about Falun Dafa, will also start cultivating and receive Master’s salvation. Thank you, Master!
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