(Clearwisdom.net)

In the summer of 2001, I was arrested for spray-painting the words, "Falun Dafa is good" and "Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance is in my heart." As I sat in the iron cage in the police department I thought, "I felt fear before when I came out to validate the Fa, but I controlled it. This time I had the most fear I've ever experienced, and I was arrested." I refused to reveal my name and address, and two days later I was transferred to a detention center. In the cell I volunteered to do the dirtiest work and patiently clarified the truth to the prisoners. When I was by myself at night I said to Master, "Master, am I going to die, trapped in here by the evil?"

At the end of my shift the next day I shouted loudly, "Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance is in my heart." Everyone was shocked! The guard was furious and had me dragged outside, where I was put in handcuffs and shackles. I was chained to a post of an iron bed in the cell. The division chief violently punched me in the face repeatedly. My eyes were so swollen that I could only open them a crack, and I could hardly open my mouth. After he got tired of beating me, the division chief said to me, "I'll beat you every time you shout those words." I began a hunger strike on that day, as Master said we should completely negate the evil forces' arrangements.

One prisoner walked up to me and said, "You have to persist for six days." I thought this was Master prompting me through the prisoner's mouth. Everyday at the end of my shift, I would always shout. The division chief would always beat me, and the prisoners in the unit looked at me in surprise and fear. The more severely the chief beat me, the more the prisoners respected me. When I again tried to clarify the truth to them, the outcome was much better. I thought I must use special means to validate the Fa under special circumstances.

On the third day of my hunger strike I was force-fed. I felt awful when the tube was inserted into my nose. Eventually I came up with an idea and bit the tube. However, the thugs pulled the tube out and reinserted it. The second time I again bit the tube and I would not let go, no matter how hard they pulled on it. The thugs became flustered. The guard came to see me in the cell, and he said, "One like you is not born but in thousands of years."

The head of the detention center talked to me and I clarified the truth to him. I said, "Dafa practitioners are upholding 'Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance,' they are upholding the law of the cosmos." During those nights I cried whenever I thought about Master. On the sixth afternoon of my hunger strike I was unconditionally released.

On New Year's Day of 2002 I unfurled a banner in Tiananmen Square. There were plainclothes police officers all over Changan Street, standing ten meters apart and casting vicious glances at the many tourists. Police cars surrounded the square. I quickly unfurled the banner and shouted loudly, "Falun Dafa is good!" Just as I finished shouting this, three plainclothes officers ran up and assaulted me. One of them grabbed my neck with his hand and I could no longer shout.

By noon, about 70 to 80 practitioners were arrested and put in the two iron cages at the Qianmen Police Station. Among them there was a girl around the age of eight and an older woman around the age of 60, who obtained good health after practicing Dafa. People were continuously being pulled into the cage and continuously being taken away by people from the local "610 Office." At least 200 to 300 practitioners were arrested that day. (The 610 Office is an agency specifically created to persecute Falun Gong, with absolute power over each level of administration in the Party and all other political or judicial systems.)

In the Miyun Detention Center, because I didn't cooperate with picture taking and fingerprinting, I was locked onto the bed with my four limbs cuffed. The guard poured a basin of cold water on me. When he did that, I felt hot steam coming off the top of my head, and my face and hair became dry as soon as he finished pouring the water. The guard was greatly shocked, and when someone suggested pouring another basin on me, he stopped it. Another guard violently stomped on my legs, although I didn't feel anything. Then he stuck his wet shoe into my mouth. I held a second hunger strike in the Miyun Detention Center. This time I had no fear of force-feeding, and I was not force-fed. I was only locked onto a bed for six days. Six days later, three young men were released: a fellow practitioner from Northeast China, a fellow practitioner who had clarified the truth on the Internet, and me.

In June 2002 I was arrested while distributing Dafa truth-clarifying materials. In those days my chest felt constricted when I sent forth righteous thoughts.

This time I heard a police officer's voice, "It's no big deal; there is no Mountain of Fire I cannot pass." I remembered this and realized it was Master prompting me through the police officer's mouth. After sending forth righteous thoughts for a whole night, my chest felt somewhat relieved. I thought, Master said we should completely negate the evil forces' arrangements. I didn't give my name to the police. When the police asked me where I got the flyers, I said I picked them up in the streets. I also didn't cooperate when the police tried to send me to a detention center. In early morning of the third day I laid down motionlessly after I finished doing Dafa exercises. I didn't answer the police officers' orders, so the police carried me out of the iron cage and tried everything to get me to stand up. They sent me for a physical examination, and my heart rate was found to be abnormal. One police officer asked the doctor to step out and talked to him for a while, and when he came back the doctor wrote a document saying that I was in good health.

In the afternoon they drove me to a detention center. I said to Master in my heart, "Master, don't let them accept me." After the detention center learned I had been on a hunger strike for the past three days, they did not dare to admit me, and the two policemen put me back in the car. On my way back I burst into tears as I thought about Master, since Master had endured my tribulation for me.

Suddenly an officer said, "I have to meet my girlfriend for something." The other police officer said, "I'll go and get you an ice cream." The car stopped and the policemen left. After a while, I looked out from the backseat and saw the policeman buying ice cream. I quickly opened the door and quietly walked past him from three or four meters behind, and I entered a residential building. When I got to the top of the building I sat down and sent forth righteous thoughts to let the police look for me somewhere else. After I came down, I exited from another side of the building. A bus had just arrived. I swiftly got on the bus and dove back into the current of Fa-rectification.

In my dream, I flew freely in the sky. When I looked down I saw a huge building. Many Dafa practitioners were running up the stairs. Many evil people were chasing behind and pulling the practitioners down as soon as they could grab their feet.

My interpretation of this dream is that the evil is trying everything to take advantage of Dafa practitioners' omissions to pull them down. Dafa practitioners must do well and not give the evil forces a chance. Master said, "The closer it gets to the end, the more evil it acts when it's affected by the force of Fa-rectification, and this tells us that that must be its final wild act." ("Teaching the Fa at the 2002 Fa Conference in Boston") I think in order to do well we must study the Fa diligently and send forth righteous thoughts. Only by doing that can we guarantee a smooth process of truth-clarification.