(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Dafa on my husband's advice. My husband held my hand and said, “Let us try.” He taught me how to practice Falun Dafa on June 6, 2007.
My Husband Persecuted Because He Practiced Falun Dafa
My husband cultivates himself in Falun Dafa to become a better person, but he has suffered endless persecution due to his belief in the practice. He was arrested and held in a detention center after he went to Beijing to appeal in 2001. A police officer came to our home at midnight on New Years Eve and extorted seven thousand yuan from me. I was terrified and worried.
My health was poor to begin with, and after this experience I felt tired, short of breath, and was scared to death. I knew that Falun Dafa was good, but I could not handle the terror. I lost my temper with my husband, but he firmly continued cultivating. When I lost my temper, I felt so bad that I hit my head against the wall. He covered my head with his palm, to prevent me from hurting myself.
He had been arrested again in 2001 and taken to a brainwashing center. At the brainwashing center he gave up the practice and handed over his Falun Dafa books. I became concerned and asked him, “Are you sure what you did is right?”
He was again sent to a brainwashing center in 2003. He began a hunger strike to oppose the persecution, and continued it for twelve days. I was worried every day when I visited him.
When he was sent to a detention center in 2004, he escaped with righteous thoughts and became homeless to avoid further persecution. I learned this information by paying an informant in the detention center. I was relieved to learn that my husband had escaped, but was still worried about him.
When the police came to arrest my husband again, a dozen workers in the factory, including me, resisted them and were all arrested and taken to a detention center.
Whenever I visited my husband in the past, he told me that the conditions were alright. Only when I was arrested and held inside did I realize that it was not a place for human beings! The bedding was filthy and the cell walls were covered with mosquito blood. When it was time to release me, the detention center director wanted to hold me for 15 more days in retaliation. When I was desperate to get out of there, a kindhearted police officer spoke up for me and I was released.
True Heart Revealed in Times of Difficulty
Only after I came home did I realize that my husband had been sent to a labor camp. The factory we had worked very hard to set up was at a standstill. Some factory workers had to quit, some villagers were laughing at our situation, my brother-in-law attempted to take over the factory, and my daughter told me that her aunt's husband came over and cursed us the night we were arrested.
My mother was in her seventies, and my daughter was in her twenties. They were scared to death that night, and I was very upset upon hearing all this. I had been relying on my husband for everything, and now I had no choice but to take care of everything myself. My brother and his wife wanted me to divorce my husband, but how could I? He is a good person, a good husband. I would never do that.
But what to do next? I first got the factory up and running, and then started thinking of ways to rescue my husband. I went to the labor camp to seek out the 610 Office official who sent my husband to the labor camp. I discovered his home address but he refused to let me in. I had not started cultivating yet, so when the labor camp asked me to say that Dafa was not good, I said it against my will.
I almost collapsed after the ordeal was over, and developed a deep resentment toward my in-laws. The anxiety and depression even caused a rash on my face. I did not want to leave home. I often lost my temper at my husband without reason.
Cultivating Dafa, Changing On a Fundamental Level
My husband held my hand and said, “Let us try.” He taught me how to practice Falun Dafa on June 6, 2007.
I used to read Minghui Weekly often, and knew that Falun Dafa practitioners were truly cultivating themselves. I began with a single crossed-leg posture in meditation, but a fellow practitioner said, “You should be able to double-cross your legs by looking at your posture.” So I began to double cross, but my legs hurt. I remembered that Master had said that when one puts down the legs, it achieves nothing. I endured the pain even when my ankles became swollen. One year later, all the dark spots on my face had faded away.
After I had been practicing Falun Dafa for a few months, my sister-in-law (a fellow practitioner) was arrested in Beijing and no one knew her whereabouts. My husband and I, along with other practitioners, went to Beijing and Inner Mongolia five times attempting to rescue her, and spent tens of thousands of yuan. I was still resentful towards her because her husband had terrified my mother and daughter the night my husband was arrested many years prior. Only because she was also a fellow practitioner did I spend a great deal of money to rescue her.
My daughter got married when my sister-in-law was in the labor camp. When she was released she never mentioned the money I had spent rescuing her. She never congratulated my daughter, and her husband kept coming to our factory as if nothing had ever happened. My husband kept persuading me to let the matter go, but it was hard for me to forget the past.
My sister-in-law was arrested again in 2011. We could not sit around doing nothing, even though she had kept causing trouble. I hired an upright lawyer for her on the basis of the Fa, and it cost me forty thousand yuan. I tried my best to let go of the resentment, and made food to take to her husband and child. When her husband refused to see me it stirred up my heart again. How could he be so ungrateful?
We were not able to rescue our sister-in-law. The skin on my hands had turned dark and developed open wounds. It was itchy, and oozed filthy-looking things. I searched within and sent forth righteous thoughts, but nothing worked. My husband read the Fa with me and I remained firm in my belief with righteous thoughts. I viewed myself as a cultivator, and kept working with my hands. I did not ask others to do things for me. It still took a year for the condition to clear up.
I knew that with my resentment, I did not meet the standard for a cultivator. I knew the resentment toward my sister-in-law was getting in the way, but it seemed that I could not let it go. One day a fellow practitioner came from out of town. I thought that she might understand me so I opened my heart and poured out all my troubles over the years. Through sharing, I realized that it was a very bad attachment, I had to let it go because it prevented me from improving on the path of cultivation. When I was finally able to let it go, the evil was also eliminated. The skin condition that had troubled me for over a year disappeared, and my hands became smooth and beautiful again.
I am trying my best to do the three things that Master requires... study the Fa, clarify the truth, and send forth righteous thoughts. I also contribute money for doing Dafa-related things, help fellow practitioners, and help my husband establish a materials production center.
I was timid and scared easily before I began cultivating. After I began cultivation, I saw an evil slogan that slandered Dafa on the street, so I asked Master for it to rain so I could clean away the evil. Two hours later, it began to rain, so I used an umbrella to remove the slogan in broad daylight.
When the police again wanted to arrest my husband in 2011, I knelt in front of Master's picture. I asked Master to reinforce us. I was not afraid of them, and the evil should be afraid of righteousness. With the support of the awakened citizens, the threat was eliminated.
I have been changed fundamentally. When I first began cultivating, I returned ten-thousand yuan that was over-paid by the bank, but I was afraid to validate the Fa. I can now distribute truth-clarifying materials along with fellow practitioners. Instead of relying on others as I did in the past, I can now get online and find all sorts of truth-clarifying materials to print.
I knew I was a predestined Dafa practitioner. When my husband obtained the Fa, Master had already arranged for us to both grow in Dafa.
Thank you Master! Thank you fellow practitioners! Heshi!
