(Minghui.org) Until two years ago, I managed to avoid visits from community workers and the police. My husband does not practice Falun Dafa, but he has always been supportive and shielded me from harassment by the authorities. Whenever a community worker came to our house, he would open the door and ask them, “My wife is a good person. She has done absolutely nothing wrong and has not broken any laws. Why do you keep harassing her? Why don't you go look for criminals instead?”
However, in 2017 I was reported to the police while distributing truth-clarification materials in a nearby district. I was taken to the local police station and detained for ten days. When I came home, the community center phoned our house. My husband suggested I go into hiding for a while. I thought to myself, “In the 20 years that I've practiced Dafa, I've weathered countless storms and never hid from anyone. Instead, I have always been out there clarifying the truth to save people. Why can't I save them now?” I told my husband, “Don't worry, let them come. I will clarify the truth to them.”
The following day, two policemen came–I'll call them Officer Chen and Officer Jia–along with a female team leader from the community center. When I courteously invited them in, Officer Chen said, “We haven’t been here in years. We only came this time because the other police station informed us that you were detained there.” I thought it was a good opening to talk to them about Falun Dafa.
I said, “I know you guys have been great even though I haven't met you. My health problems started when I was in my twenties, and I had two major operations. I also had a bad temper and argued with my husband over minor things. However, after I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1997–I am now in my fifties–I've become healthy, easygoing and considerate, and I have conducted myself in accordance with the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. My husband has been very supportive. Over 100 million people in China alone practiced Falun Dafa when the persecution started. Out of jealousy, Jiang Zemin orchestrated the Tiananmen self-immolation hoax.”
Officer Chen said, “Why don't you just practice at home and not go out to talk to people?” I said, “Everyone in China knows the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) is corrupt from top to bottom. However, when disasters strike, the common people always suffer. The top Party officials flagrantly line their pockets with our money and hide it overseas through their children. No wonder none of their children live in China! If people don't bring the Party to justice, heaven will. One day, when the evil-doers are brought to justice, the people who have made vows to give their lives for the CCP will also be implicated.”
I explained, “We Falun Dafa practitioners risk our lives to go out and talk to people because we want to save people from that fate. All you need to do is to renounce your membership in the Party.”
We chatted for more than an hour. All three of them happily left after renouncing their memberships in the CCP.
A few days later, I received a call from the community center asking if I would meet with their new director (who I'll call Director Wang). A few community center members came to my place accompanied by Officer Chen and brought some gifts–rice, milk, and fruits. It was a great opportunity for me to clarify the truth to them. Afterward, they said some of their colleagues also wanted to meet me. I told them that I would go to the community center.
I went the next day and clarified the truth to the workers there. I told them, “You've given me so many gifts, but I haven't done anything to deserve it, so I can’t accept them. My master taught us not to take what’s not ours and not to even pick up money on the ground. To return your gesture, I’d like to donate 500 yuan to the community center.” They were surprised and refused to take the money at first, but since I insisted, they accepted it reluctantly. I haven't heard from the community center since.
Recent Arrests Offer Opportunities to Examine Myself
When another practitioner and I were talking to people about the persecution in April 2018, we were arrested and taken to the police station. As soon as he saw me, Officer Jia grumbled that they should not have arrested me or taken me there. The policeman who arrested me said, “Someone reported her. Otherwise, we wouldn't have bothered!” Officer Jia let us go and reminded us to be careful.
In September, one of the three women I was clarifying the truth to called the police. The woman who reported me worked at another community center. Soon a serious-looking policeman came to take me away, and he would not listen to anything I said. On our way to the police station, I kept reciting Master’s poem “The Master-Disciple Bond” and begged Master for protection. At the police station, just as they were about to interrogate me, a policeman said, “Who did you try to clarify the truth to today?” I pointed to the woman who followed me to the station.
Officer Jia began to chat casually with me and also asked about my family. Seeing our cozy relationship, the woman and the policeman slipped away.
Eventually, a smiling Director Wang from our community center came to free me. As Officer Jia walked me out, he said, “You always look after other people, so I need to look after you.” I put my palms together as a gesture of respect and said, “I apologize for creating trouble for you again, but I am sure you all will have a bright future.”
I felt rather unsettled after I got home. I have been out clarifying the truth for years and have had moments of danger, but with Master’s protection I have always gotten away unharmed. Why did I keep getting into trouble this year? I thought it over carefully and found the problem. I have not been able to concentrate lately while I studied the Fa, did the exercises, or sent forth righteous thoughts. My mind often wandered, and sometimes tiredness and drowsiness weighed heavily on me. The old forces attempted to exploit my weaknesses, but fortunately, Master intervened and arranged for me to meet these friendly policemen and community workers who aided me at critical moments.
Thank you, Master, and thank you, everyone who helped me on my cultivation journey!
