(Minghui.org) This year I am 73 years old. My nephew knew I had an interest in qigong, so he gave me a copy of Zhuan Falun in October 1996. When I opened the book, I saw the picture of Master Li Hongzhi, the founder of Falun Dafa. I immediately sensed that he was benevolent and kind. I read the entire book in one day. I understood a lot of questions that had puzzled me, and I began my practice of Dafa.
A few days later, I took a bus to the city more than 53 miles away to attend the nine-day seminar of Master Li's lectures. I returned with Master’s photo, the videos of Master’s lectures and exercise instructions, a copy of The Great Way of Spiritual Perfection, and materials to set up a practice site near my home.
There were more than 100 people studying the Fa and practicing the exercises at the square in front of our factory building by April 25, 1999. We all felt a closeness to one other. The factory director's wife provided a large audio player for us to use when we were doing the exercises. Both the director and the head of factory security remarked, “This is a great practice!” When people who did not practice Falun Dafa passed by our site, we would hear them comment on the good energy they felt.
One day while doing the sitting meditation, I saw a little cultivated infant (yinghai) beside me playing. Another time, I saw someone who looked just like me doing the exercises across from me. I did not give these visions much thought.
After I started practicing, my husband created a challenging environment for me. He would be upset and complain about how busy I was. One night he burned a large hole in my jacket and hung it up where I could see it before kicking me out of our bedroom.
My husband would not cook for himself, and he was very picky about the meals I prepared. I had to make everything smell good, look attractive, and taste good. One day I made steamed buns. To save time, I made simple squares. When my husband saw them, he dumped them in the garbage and yelled at me. He said they should be round.
The children had just begun to eat and only had one bun each before he tossed the rest. They were still hungry and began to cry. I was sad and afraid that I would not be able to let it go. I reminded myself to not get angry, that I must have forbearance! I calmly asked him to stop being angry and said I would make buns the way he wanted the next time and every time.
Master Li said,
“Your spouse would not care much if you were to do something else. Qigong practice should actually be a good thing, but she always finds fault with you. In fact, your spouse is helping you eliminate karma, though she does not know it herself.” (Lecture Four, Zhuan Falun)
I knew my husband was angry because he was eliminating karma for me.
I had a dream that I was on my way home with another practitioner. There was a tall mountain ahead of us, and we had to climb it to get home. It was steep, and I grabbed onto any place I could; it was extremely dangerous. When I looked up, the mountain became my husband. He sat there, silent and smiling. I was surprised and wondered why I saw him. I woke up and understood that Master was telling me that my husband was helping me in cultivation, so I should not resent him.
The persecution of Falun Dafa began at the behest of Jiang Zemin and the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) in July 1999. I went to Beijing and the provincial capital to petition and to tell the truth about Dafa. I was detained for two years in Masanjia Forced Labor Camp in Shenyang City. After I was released, I was anxious to clarify the truth.
I wanted to produce materials that countered the persecution in spite of the fact that I only went to the fifth grade. Other practitioners encouraged me, and I was able to do it. We distributed the materials in person and persuaded many people to quit their affiliations with the CCP. Everything went well, but I did have two dangerous encounters.
One evening in the fall of 2017, I went to put up stickers. In the hallway, a man came up and grabbed my arm, asking if I was so and so. When I said I was, he told me he was a police officer. He tried to get me into his car and called four other plainclothes officers for back-up.
I was a little overwhelmed at first. Then I calmed down and remembered that I was a Dafa disciple and have a master protecting me. I thought, “Now is the best time to validate the Fa” and started to shout, “The police are arresting good people, Falun Dafa is good! Falun Dafa is good!” I kept yelling. Many people outside my building heard me as the officers forced me into their car.
They searched me at the police station and asked, “Were you the only one putting up stuff that area?” I said, “Yes, I did it all.” They then demanded my child's phone number. I told them, “You have no right to harass my child. I did it myself.”
They left one person to watch me and said they were going to eat. In fact, they went to ransack my home. They had my child pick me up at 11:00 p.m. I discovered they had confiscated my printers, computers, paper cutters, Master's photo, and Dafa books. It was a huge loss!
I looked within and found that I had attachments of zealotry, keeping busy, looking down on fellow practitioners, resentment, and being lax about safety. So my loopholes were taken advantage of and I was persecuted. I needed to be vigilant and eliminate all those attachments. Without Master’s protection, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
I went to a rural market in May 2019 to distribute information and tell people about Dafa. I helped a peasant who was selling vegetables to quit the CCP, then handed him a Minghui journal called Golden Seeds. I saw another man when I turned around and said, “Can I give you a journal?”
With a worried look on his face, the vegetable vendor said, “He is not a peasant.” That man looked over the journal and said, “You are against the Party!” Then I realized that I had given the journal to a plainclothes officer.
When I asked him why he thought I was against the Party, he said, “You encourage people to quit the Party.” I said, “Everything in this journal is true! Persuading you to quit the Party is to help you renounce it in your heart and let Heaven know your intention. After that, you can go to work as usual and do whatever you are supposed to do. It will not affect you.”
He no longer seemed a threat at that point. I told him he could return the journal to me if he did not want to read it. He gave it back and watched me put it in my backpack. He told me I should not distribute anything else and to go home. I quickly walked out of sight and handed out my remaining journals before taking a bus home.
Safely home, I realized it was Master's protection that saved me. He is always by my side!