(Minghui.org) I began to practice Falun Dafa in 1999. Within three months I had recovered from all my illnesses. Since then I experienced the power of Dafa many times.
At the beginning of practicing Falun Dafa, I was visiting my sister's family. I wanted to read Zhuan Falun, the main book of Dafa, but worried that I would wake up my nephew if I turned on the light. I thought that it would help greatly if I had a flashlight. The minute I held that thought, the room was lit by some silver lights. I first thought it might be the moonlight. However, there was no moon.
The silver lights were soft and just strong enough for me to see the words in the book. I read and read. When I closed the book and was ready to go to sleep, the lights melted away. The same phenomenon occurred several days in a row.
When I still lived with my mother, I got up at 4:00 a.m. to go to a local Dafa practice site to do the exercises.
I discovered on my way home that I had forgotten the key to the front gate. I pushed the gate. It did not open. It was around 6:00 a.m. If I knocked or shouted, I would have woken up the neighbors.
While I stood there quietly, I was surrounded by an atmosphere of serenity and peace. My next thought held the wish for the gate to be unlocked. Subconsciously, I pushed the gate again, and it opened.
After the onset of the persecution of Falun Dafa, I was arrested in 2000 because I refused to renounce my faith. I was detained in a Drug Rehabilitation Center. Police handcuffed me, put me in a small cell and locked the door.
I thought, I am a Dafa practitioner and a good person. How can I be locked up? I had never seen handcuffs before. They are intended for bad people. It is completely unjust that I was in this cell.
I sat there. My mind became calm and empty. I began to recite Master's poem:
In life, nothing sought,In death, regretting naught;Washing away all wrong thought,Buddhahood, with lessadversity, is wrought.(“Nothing Kept” from Hong Yin)
Suddenly, the handcuffs unlocked and I removed them. A policeman showed up. He noticed that the door was unlocked, and when he entered and saw that the handcuffs had come off, he was shocked. He asked if I unlocked the handcuffs and the door.
I shook my head. I did not understand at that time that Master was telling me to leave.
When I was detained in the Drug Rehabilitation Center, another practitioner who was also detained there came to my cell and pointed at the Faluns (law wheels) outside the window.
Two detained practitioners and I looked through the window to the outside. I had never seen something so stunning. Above the far mountains, many colorful Faluns were rotating, clockwise and counter-clockwise. It was magnificent!
Since my third eye was not open, it was the first time for me to see something so wonderful. I felt in my heart that our mission is sacred.
I was detained in the Masanjia Forced Labor Camp in 2001. The infamous large- scale brutal torture of Dafa practitioners took place on March 19 there.
In the evening, guards posted slogans slandering Dafa on every cell door, including the washroom. All the practitioners were rounded up in one room and forced to sit on small stools.
I wanted to tell the camp team leader that what they did was wrong and what they posted was not true. So I stood up, walked to the door, and tore off the slogan. Then I went to the washroom and tore off that slogan too.
The team leader soon discovered that the slogans were torn down. He came in and demanded to know who did it. Every practitioner, including me, admitted to having pulled the slogan off the wall. At that moment my heart was full of kindness. I only wanted them to know these slogans were harmful and should be taken down. The team leader did not pursue the issue further.
After dinner, they began to torture practitioners, just as planned. It was a scene from hell. All practitioners were ordered to sign a letter of guarantee to “transform. Anyone who refused was brutally tortured. The camp was full of sounds of beating, electric shocking with batons, shouting, and screaming.
I was taken to a room later that night where a dozen people tried to force me to sign the guarantee statement. They grabbed my hand and tried to press it on the statement. I struggled, and they did not succeed. In order to force me to surrender, they started to tickle me. "I won't feel anything," I thought firmly. And I really did not feel anything.
Failing to force me to sign the statement, in the second half of the night, they took me to another room. I was forced to stay in a bent position with my arms raised behind my back.
Several times guards with electric batons demanded that I sign. Each time I refused. When they raised the electric batons, I thought, “Let the electric batons shock them.” Then I heard a guard yell, “This electric baton leaks electricity!” and he left.
Even during the darkest time, with a righteous thought from Dafa cultivation, Master protected me. I witnessed the power of Dafa.