(Minghui.org) In 1998, I began to practice Falun Dafa in pursuit of healing my illnesses. I felt the miraculousness of Dafa right after I began to read Zhuan Falun. My husband and I started a Fa-study group in our home with about a dozen other practitioners from our village. All of us have benefited both physically and mentally from the practice of Falun Dafa. I was totally immersed in Dafa's saving grace.
Former Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader Jiang Zemin began the Party’s persecution of Falun Dafa in 1999. Practitioners took every opportunity to clarify the facts to the government using their personal experiences. During this process, I joined other practitioners in safeguarding the Fa. Under Master's protection, I made breakthroughs in my cultivation as trials emerged. I have witnessed the greatness of Falun Dafa and wish to share the following personal experiences with others.
Appealing for Justice for Falun Dafa in Beijing
After the persecution started, a practitioner invited me to go to Beijing to clarify the facts to the government. I felt a bit hesitant. That night, I had a dream: A young lady was wearing the same outfit as me and standing right in front of me. Master pointed at her and said, “Though you don't wear a Daoist robe, you are a true Daoist!”
Initially, I felt a bit envious, because, as Master had indicated, she had reached the standard. After I woke up from the dream, I thought, “Wasn't that person me?” I made up my mind right away to go to Beijing, and on July 20th, 2000, I boarded the train. Unfortunately, I was arrested and taken back home and held for 15 days in a detention center.
I went back to Beijing to appeal to the government again on July 22, 2001, and I was arrested at Tiananmen Square and sent to our local liaison office in Beijing. At the office, a stocky police officer gave me a terrible beating. He pulled my hair and punched and kicked me. Then he shoved me down on the ground by my hair repeatedly. I was tortured to the point where part of my hair, along with some flesh, fell to the ground.
This terrified another officer, who had to leave the room. But he came back to see me that night and offered me a meal of Peking duck. He also told me that he had only offered Peking duck to two people in his life: one was to his father-in-law, and the other was to me. Even though the other guard beat me so terribly, I didn't feel any pain. I knew it was Master who had endured it for me.
Experiences at a Psychiatric Hospital
After I was transferred to the local police station, I went on a hunger strike and was then taken to a psychiatric hospital for further abuse.
At the hospital, there were three guards: two of them grabbed my arms while the other one opened my mouth to try to force-feed me with medication. I thought: “I can't take it in. We practitioners don't take any medications or injections. It will not work on me.” Miraculously, with this thought, the medications didn't impact me at all.
When there was nobody around, a patient with epilepsy took the initiative to talk to me. I taught her to recite, “Falun Dafa is good.” After she did so, she felt much more cheerful. She also followed along with me in doing the five sets of Falun Dafa exercises.
It was probably because of her good inborn quality that Master opened up her celestial eye. One day, she looked at me in a puzzled way: “How come you always have a boy with you wherever you go?” I was caught off guard. Then she told me that when we were talking, a young boy was leaning over my shoulder and listening in. I thought it might have been my Immortal Infant, so I told the woman that Falun Dafa was a practice method that cultivated both mind and body. The woman was so moved that she decided to leave the hospital and return home to practice Falun Dafa.
When the president of the hospital learned about this, he was upset and started to curse at me: “Aren’t you harming our business? If all our patients learn Falun Dafa, what would that leave us to do here?!”
After that, they transferred me to a room with a patient who often beat up others.
However, she treated me nicely and never hit me. She even wanted to play games with me. At night, when she had trouble falling asleep, I taught her to recite, “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”
Later, as it turned out, the patient with epilepsy was not allowed to be discharged and was transferred to our room as she requested. But that patient would still beat her up when I was not around.
Persecuted at the Brainwashing Center
For hanging truth-clarification banners in the fall of 2002, I was illegally held at a detention center and later transferred to a brainwashing center.
At the brainwashing center, it was very easy to get a severe beating. One time, I was punished by being made to stand for a long time with an ashtray on top of my head. After over an hour, the ashtray fell to the ground. While trying to pick it up, I fainted. I heard someone say, “She faked it!” Right after that, someone hit me.
I had no idea how long I was beaten or in what manner. When I woke up the next morning, I was totally soaked, as if I had just had a shower. I called over the security guard on duty and asked for new clothes. When I told her I suspected that someone had thrown me into water last night, she cried and told me it was actually because they had beaten me so hard.
Later, another practitioner who witnessed the beating asked to see me. When she saw me, she cried and told me about the terrible beating I had been subjected to. She thought that I would not survive it. With my permission, she pulled up my top to check on my injuries. Strangely enough, I had no bruises or injuries. She was totally caught off guard. When I later read about “true insanity” in Zhuan Falun, I came to understand that it must have been that Master had blocked the feeling of pain for me while I was enduring torture.
Falun Appear on the Door of Our Fa-Study Room
Last October, two Falun appeared on the glass in the door of the room where we studied the Fa. It was faint at first but became very visible. A villager came over to see the Falun. She saw them and then began to count the swastika symbols within them. She told me she saw eight of them. This greatly encouraged her family, and her husband started practicing Dafa after he learned about it.
More amazing was the time when the glass in the door was broken. After it was replaced, new Falun appeared, and they were the same as before. At night, it became even more visible.
The way I see it is that the appearance of the Falun was a manifestation of benevolent Master's immense power displayed in the human world. The purpose was to encourage practitioners to work more diligently and have more people obtain the Fa. In the time to come, I will cultivate solidly, save more people, and save them quickly to accomplish my mission as a Dafa practitioner.
