(Minghui.org) The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began persecuting Falun Gong (Falun Dafa) in China in July 1999. Falun Gong practitioners’ homes were ransacked, and practitioners were detained, sent to forced labor camps, or imprisoned. I had been practicing Falun Gong for only six months at that time. Every day felt like a year, and I was constantly on edge. However, by relying on my faith, and bathed in Master’s great compassion, I became who I am today. I would like to share two miraculous stories about Master protecting his disciples during cultivation.
It was drizzling and chilly one evening in late October 2003. I put on winter clothes, rode a motorcycle, successfully avoided the sight of the police, and escaped imprisonment that was about to happen to me the next day.
A practitioner arranged for me to stay with practitioner Jing who had just lost her husband. The pain of losing a loved one made her very weak. With a daughter that had just started school, she was under a lot of stress.
My arrival added a touch of life. Jing got a helper and I got a place to stay. She and her daughter protected me. Outsiders would think that we were three generations of the same family. Although the daughter was only seven or eight years old, she was very sensible, and never mentioned a word about me to others. The three of us helped each other. I made a living doing sewing work for others at home. We learned from each other, helped each other, and made progress together. Soon we combined our little savings to build a small materials production site at home, doing the three things practitioners should do.
A few years passed, and the former head of the Domestic Security Division had my photo (I don’t know where he got it from) and looked for me. He was asking everyone he met if they knew where the person in the photo was. He used all kinds of tricks in an attempt to catch me, but they all failed. One of the members of the Domestic Security Division once said, “It is really amazing. Every time we are about to get her, she is one step ahead of us and escapes.” How could people understand that every time I was able to escape was because of Master’s compassionate protection.
My daughter-in-law secretly sent me a message one day, telling me that she was about to give birth, and hoped that I could go home to help her. She said that her parents had asked someone to help me and promised that I would not have to write a guarantee statement to go home safely. I would only need to meet the new head of the Domestic Security Division and get to know him.
I thought about this matter with human feelings, and the love for my children trapped me. I completely put my own safety and the safety of other practitioners at the back of my mind, and decided to meet the new head of the Domestic Security Division, thinking that I could really go home to take care of my daughter-in-law during her postpartum period. I was overwhelmed with emotions and put myself in extreme danger.
The day I was planning to go home was in mid-August, and the hot weather was suffocating. I planned to take the bus so I could arrive at the agreed-upon place on time. I completely forgot that I was the person they had been trying to arrest for about seven years. I ignored Master’s hints and other practitioners’ dissuasion, and proceeded toward the bus station.
Shortly after I started walking under a clear blue sky, heavy clouds rolled in from the northwest. The sky quickly became terribly dark, and the strong wind broke the tree branches along the roadside. Coin-sized raindrops fell sparsely on the ground. It seemed that heavy rain was about to arrive. However, it didn’t come as quick as the clouds and wind. It seemed to give pedestrians a chance to run home. I ran back inside like everyone else.
About an hour later, the wind and rain stopped, and the darkness was replaced with sunshine. However, I still didn’t realize that Master was preventing me from going to meet the head of the Domestic Security Division. The desire to serve my daughter-in-law during her postpartum period drove me to keep the appointment.
When I picked up my bag and was about to go out, I suddenly felt dizzy and couldn’t stand upright. My internal organs felt like they were coming out of my mouth. Practitioner Tong noticed my condition and realized that it was a hint from Master, and pulled me back inside the room. Tong normally talked softly, but this time she shouted, “Don’t leave!” Her words immediately woke me up. This was not Tong shouting at me. It was clearly Master’s “stick warning” via Tong’s mouth. I understood, no longer felt faint, and burst into tears. I was very sorry to Master. I shouted, “Master, I was wrong. It was the devil that attracted my human mind. I don’t want it. Master, thank you for your hard work. I am sorry to worry you.”
A few days later, news came from the practitioners in my hometown that the appointment that day was a trap set by the police. The plan was to arrest me as soon as I came into their sight, and take me to the city brainwashing center. The outcome of this calamity is unknown—it could have been life or death for me.
When I returned to my home, I found that it was no longer my home, as other people were living there. My ID card and salary card were taken away, and I became a person with nothing.
What was I to do? I asked Master in my heart to give me wisdom and help me get through this. I couldn’t survive without money. I needed to get my salary back as soon as possible, but I couldn’t move forward without my ID card. Someone told me, “If you want to get your ID card back, you must first find the head of the Domestic Security Division and write the guarantee statement promising to stop practicing Falun Gong.”
But I said to Master in my heart, “Master, I am your disciple, and my things are only managed by you. Others have no right to interfere.”
I went to the household registration office the next day and asked for a new ID card, saying that I had lost it. The police officer there didn’t even raise her head and said, “Tell me your name and where you are registered.” She then found my record and told me with surprise, “Your household registration was canceled seven or eight years ago.”
I said to her, “Look, I’m here.” The officer was stunned, and then said politely, “Wait, I will notify the city household registration office and report your household registration first, and you can come to pick up your ID card on this day next month.”
Having obtained my ID card, it was natural for me to handle the salary issue. Of course, I have Master to help take care of matters. Master will surely give me wisdom on how to handle it.
Within a few days, I found out how much of my retirement salary had been paid, though it was all paid to the card that was snatched by the police department. After four years, the salary stopped being paid. I calculated how much more money I should be paid. It was clear what I should do and how much I should get.
I went to the Labor Bureau, found the Labor and Salary Section, and explained my purpose for being there. The staff on duty told me that they couldn’t handle the back pay, and I had to go upstairs to find the section chief. I didn’t ask which floor, or who the chief was, and just hurried to the second floor. The second floor was dark, and no doors were open. I turned and went to the third floor, where there was a door open on the west side. I went straight to that bright place, where I saw a nameplate with the deputy bureau director’s name on it. I knocked on the door twice, gently. The person working inside looked up, and it was someone I knew from a long time ago. Back then, he was a newly assigned college student, in charge of labor and salary work. We often worked with each other, and he was now the deputy bureau director in charge of labor and salary. He asked me what he could do for me, and I replied, “I want to know why my pension was stopped.” He took me to the Labor and Salary Section to check. When we got there, he quickly found my record. The section chief there told me that I needed to go to the Agricultural Bank to register a card for deposit. After I gave him the card number, he told me to go to the bank to collect my salary at 2 p.m.
I also used my wisdom to withdraw all the money on my salary card from the bank, that the police had confiscated from my home, in a legal and compliant manner, without presenting my physical salary card. My salary card was seized by the police and is still in their hands. It will serve as evidence of their crimes against Dafa and Dafa disciples.