(Clearwisdom.net) When we heard that a fellow practitioner who had been illegally imprisoned had returned home, we decided to visit him and encourage him to steadfastly walk his cultivation path with righteous thoughts and righteous actions. We also wanted to encourage him to cooperate with local practitioners and step out to clarify the facts about Falun Gong and the persecution.
As we got off the train and started walking toward our destination, two policemen suddenly approached us. They grabbed us and wanted to take us to a police station. We refused to cooperate and tried to clarify the facts to them. When the officers noticed that more and more people were gathering and watching, they got worried and called for help. Several big plainclothes officers arrived and grabbed and dragged us into a car. The uniformed policemen stood aside and pretended to keep order. The plainclothes officers grabbed me by my wrists and stomped on my feet.
The police then roughly pushed us into a car and took us to a police station. We were separately taken to the second floor for interrogation. When a policeman spoke nonsense, I refused to answer his questions and quietly sent forth righteous thoughts with a smile on my face. These righteous thoughts were to dissolve the evil factors behind him and the others. At that moment, I thought about the fact that these police officers have been persecuting Dafa practitioners all these years and have caused many families of practitioners to be torn apart and lose their homes. Many lives have been lost as well. If they continue to do evil deeds, their future will be bleak. When they all calmed down, I did my best to tell them the truth about Falun Dafa, especially the principle that good will be rewarded with good and evil will meet with retribution. I told them that no written documents from the head of the evil Party about the persecution existed, and that, therefore, these officers would be the scapegoats in the future. I also described to them them the pitiful fate of those police officers who had followed orders during the Cultural Revolution. After they heard all this, they were no longer so vicious.
The police retrieved phone numbers from my cellphone and thus found the numbers of my family. They acted as if they had found some important evidence and carefully wrote down all these numbers and threatened me, “You will be sent to prison.”
I kept recalling the scenes of fellow practitioners being tortured in prison. I remembered Gao Rongrong, Liu Zhimei, and others, and I knew I had fear. But I also knew that Master was protecting me, so I asked myself, “Didn't you say that you were not afraid of death? Nothing has happened yet, and you are already afraid?” The police officers were laughing at me. They mentioned Master's name and asked me why he did not protect me. I suddenly realized that I was not completely believing in Master and the Fa, and I did not answer them directly. I sent forth strong righteous thoughts: they were not allowed to implicate any fellow practitioners and my family by using the numbers from my cellphone.
I continuously sent forth righteous thoughts and recited the Fa. I recited, “Only when you are about to let go of your reputation, interests, and feelings will you feel pain.” (“True Cultivation,” Essentials for Further Advancement). I realized that I had sentiment towards my family and fellow practitioners, and as a result my righteous thoughts were not pure. I was afraid my family would be implicated and suffer. In fact, I was afraid their suffering would touch my sentiments, and I would suffer because of that. After realizing this, I became more clearheaded. I remembered that I was Master's disciple and believed in Truth-Compassion-Forbearance. I should not be in prison, and this imprisonment was planned by the old forces. I should be able to go home openly and with dignity. I noticed that I had sent forth righteous thoughts under the premise of acknowledging the persecution, and I was not completely doing it for sentient beings, but to protect myself.
I continued to recite the Fa, and Teacher gave me another hint. I knew I was blocked by the human notion of “seeing is believing.” I viewed the police as the ones who were persecuting me; as if they indeed persecuted me as though they knew something about me. I did not treat them as sentient beings who needed to be saved. I should have listened to Teacher and treated them with compassion and stopped them with righteous thoughts.
I kept reciting the Fa and calmed down and started to search for any shortcomings during this trip. The purpose of our trip should not have been an issue, but why did we encounter this? From chatting with police officers, I found out that when we were telling people the truth about Falun Dafa on the train, someone reported us to the police. We were followed as soon as we got off the train. I remembered that there was a woman sitting next to us, and a fellow practitioner tried to tell her the facts about Falun Dafa. She not only didn't listen, but she also loudly spoke ill of Dafa. At that time, I sent forth righteous thoughts for a while, but then didn't pay much attention to it anymore. We all lowered our guard and became less rational, and shared our understandings and cultivation experiences. We also talked about another practitioner, and all of us had some opinions about her behavior. Without realizing it, we talked too much, which was already not very righteous. I also thought about how I had consciously treated the police as evildoers. When I wrote articles to expose the persecution, I had a lot of feelings and believed that the police had hurt us. So when I came face to face with them, I felt hate and resentment; I could not reach the state of compassion. Thus, I needed to correct myself.
As I continuously corrected my thoughts, a policeman suddenly came in and said, “Get your bag and let's go.” Many police officers came out and saw us leaving.
The director of the police bureau insisted on taking us to the train station himself. On the surface, he was afraid we would stay behind, but we all realized that we needed to tell him the truth. After he took off the uniform, he didn't seem so vicious anymore. In the darkness of the night, there were few people on the street, and we told him to recite, “Falun Dafa is good,” but he was still very afraid and did not let us say it. When we got to the train station, it appeared that they had scheduled it so that we would get onto the train right away from the side door.
When we got home, it was almost 1:00 a.m. During the entire incident, we all cooperated well. Although we were separated and could not see each other, our hearts were connected. We were doing the same things: reciting the Fa, sending forth righteous thoughts, clarifying the truth. We are grateful that Teacher has strengthened us.
Written on July 9, 2010.
