(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1996, and noticed that the more I cultivate the more I feel Dafa’s magnificence. The more I cultivate, the more I understand that having a human body is not easy, and that to be born in China and be able to cultivate Dafa is a rare blessing.
I can only do my best to be more diligent and genuinely cultivate in order to do what I can to show my gratitude towards Master.
Master Protects Me Through Intense Interrogation
Since the persecution of Falun Dafa began in July 1999, I have been illegally detained twice, thrown into a brainwashing center multiple times, and suffered constant harassment from the police at home and in my work unit. The injuries I sustained were horrific.
I was out distributing Dafa informational materials in 2008 when a security guard reported me to the authorities. I was arrested and held in the local detention center for a month.
I maintained my righteous thoughts and righteous actions while in the detention center. I never considered myself a criminal and believed that it was ignorance on the part of the police to be enforcing the suppression imposed by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP).
Two groups were assigned to interrogate me - Groups A and B.
They took turns to interrogate me non-stop for three days and two nights. I had never been put through this kind of treatment in my entire life. From childhood on up, I had received nothing but love from my family and praises from my teachers.
As a practitioner, I knew that I had to talk to them about Dafa, to stop them from committing crimes against practitioners.
I mustered up my compassion, and told them that practicing Falun Dafa had improved me physically and mentally, and how the CCP had staged the self-immolation incident on Tiananmen Square. I pleaded with them to take heed that good and bad deeds would eventually all be paid back in kind, as it is heaven's law.
As soon as any of them started talking to me, I sent forth righteous thoughts to eliminate all of the dark minions and rotten ghosts behind them in other dimensions.
Gradually, they toned down their ferocious attitude, and began to shower me with kindness and sympathy. They even let me rest a little.
They tried to tempt me with uninterrupted sleep if I cooperated with them, but I saw through their evil intent and continued to tell them about Dafa in hopes of awakening their conscience.
There was one person in group B who was very vicious, and I assumed that he was the group leader. Whatever he asked me, I would respond by telling him about Dafa. He came over to hit me several times. I asked Master to protect me each time, and his blow missed its mark every time.
That intensified my belief that Master is always by my side, watching over me.
The morning of the third day, Group A had just finished interrogating me, and those in Group B were already waiting to take over. Again, they failed to get any information from me.
The group leader wrote up a document and handed it to me. He said, “This is how things have happened based on our investigation and understanding. It doesn’t matter if you have provided us with any information or not. Read through it and sign your name.”
Master told us that we should not cooperate with bad people under any circumstance. I knew that I hadn't done anything wrong. Jiang Zemin was wrong to have started the persecution against Dafa practitioners. So I wrote on the document, “The content is based on questions asked and answers given only by the interrogators. It is not in accordance with any legal process.”
The group leader took a look at what I wrote and became extremely agitated. He raised his hand to slap me in the face. I called out for Master in my heart at once. His slap missed its mark.
I was taken back to my cell, where I promptly fell asleep.
Sending Forth Righteous Thoughts and Clarifying the Facts in the Detention Center
I thought to myself: I am a Dafa disciple. I've been framed. I will not cooperate with any orders or demands imposed on me. So I refused to recite the rules of the detention center, or undertake any hard labor.
The most I would do was help the other inmates by cleaning up the place and straightening up their beds and bedding.
I used the time to tell people about Dafa and the persecution while performing these chores. The inmates were very happy to listen and became kinder towards me. Some of them even memorized several of Master’s verses from Hong Yin.
Our cell was full of happiness and peace. I sent forth righteous thoughts whenever I had a free moment. If I could, I would extend the time to more than 15 minutes.
I told my cellmates, “When I close my eyes to send forth righteous thoughts, I am eliminating evil in other dimensions. Please try not to disturb me during this time.”
They honored my request so that I could concentrate in peace and quiet.
Every inmate in the detention center had to be on night duty for two hours every night. I planned to boycott such a rule at first, as I thought it would be more relaxing to be able to sleep through the night. But then, I remember Master said: “Let joy be found in hardship” (“Tempering the Will” from Hong Yin)
I decided to choose “hardship”, and spent those two hours every night sending forth righteous thoughts to completely eliminate every evil that lurked in the detention center.
By the 31st day, everybody in my cell had quit the CCP's affiliated organizations, and we were all getting along like real friends. Some of them took good care of me, and even shared their food and drink with me.
On the day I was supposed to be released, some of them became concerned that it wouldn't happen as the day drew on. I thought to myself: I absolutely will not get anxious. I will maintain my trust in Master and Dafa.”
I continued to study the Fa and send forth righteous thoughts. That afternoon I suddenly heard my name being called out. Somebody was saying in a loud voice, “Get your things and come out!”
I packed up my things, went out in to the corridor and joined the others, who were already lining up ready to be released.
We were then guided along to exit the detention center. I had been thinking that they probably would send me to the brainwashing center when I was released.
Because of that incorrect thought, sure enough, I was picked up by officers from the domestic security division and taken to the local brainwashing center to be persecuted for several more months.
The Tiles Talked to Me
After surviving several months of brainwashing, I returned to my work unit at school. The principal wanted me to make my position known about Falun Dafa in front of all the staff.
I adamantly refused to utter a word against the practice, and only talked about my determination to be a person of morality and nobility, and to be a good citizen that contributes to society.
The principal wasn't satisfied with my remarks and wanted me to resign.
When I got home, I gave the principal’s request some serious consideration.
I thought: Practicing Falun Dafa is not wrong. Living my life under the tenets of Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance is the best. Moreover, my body had been riddled with sicknesses, but had been cured because I practice Falun Dafa. I will not succumb to any bullying.”
I returned to school to inform the principal of my decision not to resign. The principal then wanted to fire me, but that was not a permissible option. So she assigned me, a teacher, to the job of cleaning windows, which I did for a year.
The following year, I still had no intention of resigning, so she came up with another scheme, and assigned me to clean the corridors, stairs and restrooms on the third floor.
This was such a demeaning assignment. Students noticed me and threw me puzzled looks. My human notions were roused up, and I felt humiliated. I had lost face in front of the students. It was a kind of torture that I had to endure every day.
I went to clean the men’s room one time, which was stinking really badly. I felt pained to realize how far the evil would go to create problems for me. It was almost unbearable.
All of a sudden, the tiles talked to me, “When you give us a good wipe every day, we are shining in golden light.”
My pain dissipated all at once. From then on, I overcame my human notions of pride, saving face and seeking fame. What the students might think about me was no longer my worry or concern.
I did my assigned chores with peace and happiness in my heart. When my work was done, I used the rest of my time to study the Fa and send forth righteous thoughts.
When I believed that my righteous thoughts were sufficiently strong, I sought out the principal and explained to her how Falun Dafa practitioners are being illegally and unjustly persecuted and that it was unjust to keep persecuting me.
The principal promised that she would assign me to a teacher’s post the following school year. My life as a cleaning lady finally came to an end.
Evil easily crumbles when we have strong righteous thoughts.
For practitioners to move from being humans to Gods, there are lots of things we need to enlighten to. Sometimes our human notions and attachments create gaps for the old forces to take advantage of.
When I look back at my cultivation path, there were blessings and happiness, danger and fear, sweet joy of enlightenment and torturous pains during the process of ridding myself of attachments.
I only want to say, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good! Master is merciful and magnanimous! The fact that I am able to obtain Dafa in this lifetime is truly the greatest fortune in tens of thousands of years!”
I can only cultivate more diligently and genuinely within the Fa, to do my best to repay Master’s saving grace.
