(Minghui.org) When the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) fabricated the Tiananmen self-immolation hoax in 2001 to turn public opinion against Falun Gong, I felt confused. So when I met a Falun Gong practitioner, I asked, “Why did they set themselves on fire? What does Falun Gong teach? Why do you practice it?”
Getting to Know Falun Gong
Before the persecution started, there were several Falun Gong practitioners around me, but none of them had told me how Falun Gong benefitted people in mind and body. So I decided to read the main text, Zhuan Falun, and check it out.
I was on a night shift with a colleague in 2001 when I read Master Li's introductory biography and was shocked to know such a miraculous person existed. Zhuan Falun teaches that,
“Zhen-Shan-Ren is the Sole Criterion to Discern Good and Bad people”
I realized that Falun Gong practitioners were all good people, as they strive to be in line with Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I then began to be more respectful of them.
However, interference often came to bother me while I was sleeping. I kept asking Master Li to help me and recited aloud the formula to send righteous thoughts. The next day, I gave my copy of Zhuan Falun back to a practitioner. The old forces tried very hard to prevent me from obtaining the Fa.
Two months later, I dared to finish reading Zhuan Falun. I held the book tightly to my chest, realizing that it was the book I had been looking for all my life.
Master said:
“Once they learn our Falun Dafa, they will understand at once many questions in life that they have wished to understand but could not answer. Perhaps along with their minds being elevated, they will become very excited—this is for sure. I know that a genuine practitioner will know its weight and cherish it.” (Zhuan Falun)
I continued to read other teachings by Master Li and finished them all. Each time I read, I wholeheartedly felt myself melding into the principles; I felt very comfortable and even forgot my surroundings.
I formally began to practice Falun Gong in 2003. I used all the spare time I had and overcame all kinds of difficulties to read the Fa. Because I was late in obtaining the Fa, I felt that I had to make up for lost time. My work was not busy then, so I could study it for more than four hours each day. Even though my colleagues talked loudly beside me, I heard nothing while I focused on the Fa.
Often by the time I finished my reading, my colleagues had already been gone for a while before I realized that they had left. I always lost track of time by the end of the workday; I was so focused on reading. At home, after I quickly finished doing the housework, I would hurriedly pick up Dafa books to read. Except when sleeping, my mind was filled with the Fa teachings. I was happy all day and clearly knew how to handle many things in life.
Through further Fa study, I understood that my goal in this life was to assist Master to rectify the Fa and help save sentient beings. I shed tears whenever I thought about Master’s compassion and how so many heavenly kings and lords had descended to the world to await the Fa.
I told Master in my mind, “I shall use my kindness to melt people’s hearts and spread the goodness of Dafa to them.”
Elevating Myself Through Clarifying the Truth
I began to distribute information about the persecution after practicing for about a month. More than 300 people, except for several supervisors at my work, all listened to my truth-clarification, accepted materials and took a stance to sever ties with the CCP by quitting the Party. For some, I had to clarify the truth many times.
For those who came to my work unit to do business, such as drivers or contractors, I tried to create opportunities to tell them the truth and give them brochures. During the day, I spread the info within my work unit. In the evening, I looked for former classmates, friends and my husband’s former classmates and colleagues to clarify the truth. Later, as long as I could remember having met someone, I would try my best to find their home address and talk to them.
At that time, many people were poisoned by the CCP's propaganda, so they were unwilling to listen to me. Some people with good manners would listen to me a little bit, while other people drove me away or tried to dissuade me with their sharp words. Regardless of their attitudes, I would not let myself get angry. I learned to suppress my reaction and still smile while spreading the beauty of Dafa to people. Enduring in this way was often painful.
A couple living upstairs in my building ignored me when I told them about the persecution and Falun Gong. The lady interrupted me and threatened to report me to the police if she found more Falun Gong materials at her door. I said a few more things and went back home. I was very upset, listened to the Dafa music “Pudu” and “Jishi,” and burst into tears.
I thought that it was too hard to help save people. But I then thought about Master’s compassionate salvation and asked myself, “Do everyday people’s words count for anything? I will continue to speak out!”
Each time I finished talking to people, I always recalled what my thoughts had been when people liked to listen to me and what they had been when they were unwilling to listen. I found that sometimes my bad thoughts needed to be adjusted. In other cases, I failed to answer their questions clearly. I then read articles on the Minghui website and communicated with fellow practitioners so I could improve.
As I gained more experience, my attachments of fear, worry, competitiveness and not wanting to lose face were gradually cast off. My xinxing was then uplifted greatly, so I was able to spread the truth with dignity and peace.
After almost all of the people in my area had heard the facts about Falun Gong, I rode a bike to talk to people in nearby countryside towns, construction sites, and brick and mortar factories. As long as I saw people, I would go over to talk to them.
When I met people, in my mind I would joyfully declare, “Sentient beings, I finally found you!” I told them about the goodness of Dafa, and they all accepted my materials and agreed to quit the Party and its youth organizations. Many people smiled, and some even shouted, “Falun Dafa is good!”
Overcoming Family Tribulations
When I initially began to practice Falun Gong, all of my family members, with the exception of my daughter, opposed my belief. My husband was the most difficult. He abused me almost every day, especially when someone complained to him about my truth-clarification efforts.
At those times, he would beat me and even once put the back of a knife to my neck, saying that he would cut me to see whether my master would protect me. I looked directly into his eyes and concentrated on sending righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil factors controlling him. He finally put the knife down.
Another time, he knocked me down and hurled my big bag of truth-clarification materials onto the floor. He threatened to divorce me and report me to the police. In my mind, I asked Master for help in denying the old forces' arrangements. My husband then received a phone call and left.
I continued my practice, and he eventually changed. His personality became more pleasant and mild-mannered, and he no longer said bad words about Dafa. He also found a well-paying job out of town. I knew this was Master’s arrangement.
My daughter supported my practice when she was in the sixth grade. But one day her classmates laughed at her because of my belief. So the school principal talked with her and asked her to convince me not to hand out leaflets everywhere.
My daughter cried a lot and her attitude toward me changed. She sometimes called me disrespectfully by my name, said nasty words to hurt me, and even hit me when I lost my temper.
I knelt before Master’s photograph and cried, “Cultivation is too hard!” I then wiped away my tears and thought that no matter how hard it was, I would still stick with it.
Facing my daughter’s criticism, it took a great deal of effort to search inside for my faults and to change myself little by little. It was a painful process. Eight months later, my daughter called me mom again. She also supported me in my efforts to change her father’s negative thoughts about Dafa. She then began reading Zhuan Falun under my guidance.
While I was illegally detained for my belief, she and fellow practitioners went to the detention center to ask for my release. She also called the police, asking them to release me. Since then, she has been very successful with her school tests, from middle school all the way through college. She is now a postgraduate student.
Escaping Police and Agents from 610 Office
In 2007, a fellow practitioner and I went to a construction site. There were a lot of workers there, and many of them accepted Dafa materials and agreed to quit the Party and its affiliated organizations. The other practitioner told me that the two supervisors had refused to take the brochures and suggested we leave quickly. But I kept talking. A police vehicle soon arrived.
I immediately jumped on my bike and rushed into a village. Each door was closed, but I saw a group of people playing mahjong (a Chinese gambling game) at the entrance to the village. An idea came to my mind: “Hide your bike and your bag.”
I walked away from my bike and quickly placed my bag in an alley between two houses. The police vehicle drove up beside me. I calmly put my hands in my pockets, did not look at it, and walked toward the group of people who were playing Mahjong. I sat among them. The police stared at me for a while and then drove into the village to search.
The players asked me what I was doing. I told them that I was looking for my aunt who lived nearby. The police vehicle circled around in the village, drove back to stare at the mahjong group again, and eventually left.
About 10 minutes after they left, I rode off on my bike with my bag over my shoulder. I reached the end of the village and found the fellow practitioner looking for me. We were so excited to meet again! She said that she could not ride her bike at that critical time, so she had asked Master for help. The police vehicle had passed by her to chase after me.
Another day that year, I was riding my bike and saw a group of people standing in front of a restaurant. I hesitated for a second but then went over to talk to them. While I was speaking about Falun Gong, a motorcyclist told me several times in a low voice to leave. I did not pay attention to his warning and kept talking. A drunken man came out of the restaurant and began to curse at me when he realized that I had offered him Falun Gong information. The motorcyclist asked me to leave again. I left safely.
I later ran into the same drunken man in another establishment, but this time he was polite to me. It was then that I learned he was part of the 610 Office.
Volunteer Organizer
Several local practitioners were good at talking to people about Falun Gong face-to-face. They had fewer human notions, strong righteous thoughts, and pure minds. Some of them were illiterate. So I thought that I needed to organize their efforts to help them play more effective roles.
Five to six of our local practitioners often rode bikes as a team to spread the facts. Wherever we went out, most people accepted our materials and agreed to quit the CCP. I naturally became our organizer. With our area as the starting point, our bicycle team covered a 12-mile radius.
More than 10 years have passed since I began to practice Dafa. My greatest enlightenment is that the cultivation path Master arranged for us is the best. As long as we practice diligently, what Master grants us is the best.
My current work environment is also very good because I come into contact with many people nationwide. Although the contact time is short, I still try my best to clarify the truth, hand out materials, and help people quit the Party and its youth organizations.
On my best day, I am able to speak with 20 people and hand out nearly 40 brochures. I also work on displaying the positive demeanor of a Dafa disciple in order to lay a foundation for them to be saved in the future.
