(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1997. Prior to that I had several illnesses, and was struggling with both physical pain and mental stress every day. Two months after I started practicing, my illnesses disappeared. Most of my relatives know that Falun Dafa teaches one to be a good person, and one after another, 13 of my relatives started practicing.
After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started persecuting practitioners in 1999, I was detained in a detention center. I clarified the facts to others who were being held there. I told them about moral standards, and helped them to correct their bad behavior and habits. I also taught them to memorize Master's Hong Yin poems and do the exercises.
There was a person in my cell whom the guards had appointed the head inmate. She was angry after seeing that I was well respected and trusted by the others, and she often found fault with me, and even beat me. No matter what she did, though, I always behaved in accordance with Master's requirements. But others could not stand her and suggested getting revenge. I said, “Absolutely not! I am a practitioner. Dafa requires that I don’t fight back when attacked or insulted.” Thus, seven to eight months passed with me being treated badly by her.
One day, someone outside the cell passed the head inmate a cup of liquor. She drank it all at once, and then knelt on the floor in front of me. She said with tears in her eyes, “You are the one I feel most sorry towards! I apologize for what I have done to you. Please forgive me.” I replied, “I am not angry at you. I know you were not in a good mood.”
The evening before the head inmate was to be released, and when the other inmates were all asleep, I started transcribing Master's Fa teachings. I surprisingly found that she was sitting behind me. She asked if I could write something for her to take as a souvenir. After I wrote some words for her, she covered herself with a blanket and started to cry.
I was sentenced to prison in 2001, but refused to do the hard labor. Instead, I clarified the facts to the inmates while they were working. I told them about the meaning of life, how to be a good person, and about the beauty of Dafa. They seemed to like listening to me.
Other practitioners and I also taught some of the inmates to memorize Hong Yin and Master's lectures. Most inmates sharing cells with practitioners memorized a few poems from Hong Yin. Some also improved their behavior significantly.
One of the inmates was sentenced to life imprisonment for murder. She had a bad temper and was in poor health. After she started to memorize some of Master's Fa teachings, her health and temper improved. She told me that she woke up at 3:00 a.m. and couldn't asleep. Despite this, she didn't feel tired during the day. She realized that Master was hinting at her to study the Fa. Within half a year, she memorized 90 poems from Hong Yin. That year, she had her sentence reduced the most out of all the other inmates.
Inmates who knew the facts about Falun Gong respected practitioners very much. They tried to copy the practitioners' behavior, and then asked them if what they did was right. One time the head of the education section called me to her office. She said angrily, “Now they all listen to you. You're practically the head of the education section now.” I replied, “They listen to me only to do good things. What is wrong with that? Falun Dafa teaches people to be good, and helps them to become better people.” She later forced me to write a “thought report,” but I instead wrote about the wonders of Dafa, how I benefited from the practice, and how I was persecuted by the CCP.
When I found out that a young guard had started working at the prison, I immediately clarified the facts to her. After she understood the facts about Falun Dafa, she never forced me to do hard labor. One time, she noticed that I was writing, and asked me what it was. I was writing about my cultivation experience. After she read it, she asked me if she could keep it. I thought she was going to confiscate it, but then I thought that it would be great if she could let the other guards and police read it. So I gave it to her.
I always refused to cooperate with the guards. The head of the ward and the head of the education section tried to force me to give up my belief. No matter what they did, I firmly held on to Master's Fa, “...one righteous mind can subdue one hundred evils.” (Zhuan Falun)
One day, the head of the prison affairs section came to talk to me, trying to “transform” me. She said very bad things about Dafa, but I spoke righteously. She spoke about the CCP, while I spoke about Falun Dafa. She said that I had violated the law, but I affirmed that I had not. When she realized that she was getting nowhere, she said that it wouldn't do me any good to be stubborn. So I informed her that everyone is responsible for their own actions. I went on to tell her that doing good would meet with good returns, but doing bad would met with retribution. The conversation went on for over five hours. Finally, she left, saying that she had a headache.
The new head of the education section called me into her office one day. She tried to trick me into thinking that I was not being respectful to my family by being detained in prison, as I couldn't look after them. When she finished, I said, “The Constitution gives everyone the right to freedom of belief. I believe in Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. That is my right as a citizen.”
She then became angry and started telling me that the CCP controled the country, and that I had to follow it. About three to four hours later, she said she had a stomach-ache, and left to get some medicine. After she returned, she looked listless and asked me why I was being “so stubborn.” I said, “I practice Falun Dafa and want to be a good person.” She said nothing more and locked me in an empty room.
I was sentenced to prison in 2004 for a second time, and was put in the same ward I was in previously. My legs were injured during the arrest, and I had difficulty going to the restroom. Guards did not allow others to help me, and just watched me crawl on the floor. Some of the inmates that I knew before were in tears after seeing this.
I was unfamiliar with the head inmate there. After she learned the facts about Falun Dafa, she went to the head of the ward and told her that she wanted to quit as the head inmate, and wanted to be a janitor. I later learned that she did this to have the opportunity to look after me and have more time with me.
I clarified the facts to her every day. I told her about the Fa principles, and taught her to memorize some of Master's Fa teachings. After others went to sleep, she worked on memorizing Master's Fa. She also started washing my clothes, and helped me get to the restroom.
A guard saw this inmate helping me, and threatened not to reduce her sentence. She didn't seem to mind, but I was a little concerned for her. She said, “Don't worry. I have learned Dafa now. What I got is well worth it, even if I don't get any sentence reduction at all.” That year she ended up receiving the largest sentence reduction in the prison.
Some inmates used their visitations to get their family members to bring in Master's recent lectures. When they were brought to me, I hand-copied them, while the inmates watched out for any guards coming. They then helped distribute the lectures among the practitioners. When guards did bad things to practitioners, the inmates let me know about it, and told me to eliminate the evil in other dimensions with righteous thoughts. They also helped deliver messages between practitioners.
I was hospitalized in 2004, and was force-fed and injected with unknown drugs. One inmate who was also in the hospital ward often looked at me in sympathy. I believed that she had a predestined relationship, and thought that I must let her know the facts about Falun Gong. I kept looking at her. She walked over to my bed when no one was around and asked, “Do you want to talk to me?” I nodded. A plastic tube was inserted into my nose and down my throat into my stomach, so I had difficulty speaking. She leaned over to listen. I told her to memorize the words, “Falun Dafa is good,” and to behave according to Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. She nodded. When she was leaving the hospital, she came back to me and said, “You must leave here alive, so that I can find you. I want to practice Dafa with you.”
Police broke into my home to arrest me in 2009. I suddenly had symptoms of a heart attack. I could not walk or breathe. I lay on the bed and couldn't move. In my mind, I had the thought to save them, and begged Master to help me. I spoke to the police intermittently, “You shouldn't persecute Dafa practitioners. It will ruin your life...”
After I recovered a bit, I was taken to the police station. I had only one thought in my mind... saving people. At the police station, I sat in the full lotus position with my legs crossed, and held up my palm to send righteous thoughts. After I cleansed the environment, I started to clarify the facts to any police officers who came in. The old forces' interference became quite strong. I started to panic and had to lie down. A young police officer walked over and pushed me, saying, “Why are you laying down? Didn’t you come here to save us today? Get up, tell me about Falun Gong. If you don’t say anything, how can you save us?” I knew that Master was hinting at me. I sat up right away and continued to send righteous thoughts.
This young policeman then interrogated me, wanting to know who gave me the Falun Dafa books. I said, “If I tell you, you will go and arrest them. Wouldn't you be committing more crimes? Do you know how terrible the consequences are for persecuting practitioners?” He lowered his head and didn't say a word.
I later asked to see the head of the station, as I wanted to go home. One officer laughed, “You're still thinking of going home? In your dreams!” I realized the old forces wanted to undermine my righteous thoughts. I absolutely never acknowledge the old forces' arrangements, and only walk the path that my Master has set for me. I thought, “No one is allowed to interfere with my saving sentient beings. I must be allowed to go home.” I strengthened my thoughts to clear out the old forces controlling the police.
About half-an-hour later, the officer who arrested me came back and shouted to me, “We're sending you home!” They looked quite happy, and I continued to clarify the facts to them on the way home.