(Clearwisdom.net) I would like to share some experiences of practitioners whom I met in the forced labor camp.

Mr. Zhou, in his 60's and from Weifang City, and two female practitioners were arrested while they were out distributing truth-clarification materials. They were taken to a police station.

The head of the station prepared a dozen electric batons to shock them with. He grabbed one of the batons and tried to shock Mr. Zhou. However, Mr. Zhou was not affected by it, even though the sound of electricity was coming from the baton. He then tried to shock Mr. Zhou with another baton, but there was still no effect. Looking very angry, he pushed the electric baton onto Mr. Zhou’s eyelids. When he tried to shock him again, there was still only the sound of electricity discharging from the baton, but Mr. Zhou was not harmed.

The head of the station then tested an electric baton on his own finger. When the baton made contact with his finger, there was a very large spark, and he began to scream with pain. He threw the baton down and kept edging backwards, knocking over a table. He seemed to be very frightened, and ran into an office. A while later, a police officer came out and told Mr. Zhou and the other practitioners, “My boss said you guys may leave.”

Mr. Chen, a practitioner in his 70's, was arrested prior to the 2008 Beijing Olympics. He could only walk with the aid of a walking stick. Before Mr. Chen began to practice Falun Dafa, he suffered from a lot of problems with his spine and had been bedridden for years. A few days after reading the book Zhuan Falun, his body suddenly felt unbearably hot and he was covered in sweat. His body began to recover, and it wasn’t long before he was able to get out of bed and move around.

When Mr. Chen rode a bike across a construction site, a large mechanical grab bucket full of large rocks suddenly tipped over, and the rocks fell down towards him. He found himself standing there holding the handlebars. The front wheel of his bicycle had disappeared and the rear frame was also gone. He stood there surrounded by rubble, and said to himself, “I should have had no chance to survive what just happened. Master was protecting me!”

Practitioners in the labor camp were once forced to stand in line, while many inmates surrounded us and watched us closely. A practitioner next to me said, “It's really tough in here.” I told him that Master had taught us:

“Disciples of Fa,
be diligent, with a will that ebbs not
The countless years of hardship were all for this time”
(“To all Dafa disciples around the world and in mainland China, a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!”)

When I was sent back to my cell, I sent forth righteous thoughts at 5:55 p.m. As I was doing so, I realized that Master is indeed looking over us and protecting us!