I Rectified Myself by Looking Inward

(Minghui.org) I was arrested at the end of last year and taken to a police station in another town. The incident happened around 10 a.m. when another practitioner and I were distributing flyers about Falun Dafa. A community worker spotted us on the street and reported us to the police. The police confiscated all my truth clarification materials. Local practitioners quickly informed others so they could send forth righteous thoughts and prepare for an emergency rescue.

I felt terrible because I realized I hadn’t cultivated well. I was careless and still hadn’t eliminated many attachments and ordinary notions, which allowed the old forces to take advantage of me. When I reflected on my cultivation state, I saw that I was busy cleaning the house and preparing for the New Year. As a result, I spent less time studying the Fa and often lost focus even when I did study.

I was also overly attached to my husband and harbored resentment toward my daughter. Although she benefited greatly from Dafa, she drifted along with society’s trends. Now in her thirties, she struggled with work and her marriage. Unemployed and staying at home, she spent excessive time on her cellphone and often ignored my advice.

I was trapped in these family matters, unaware of my human attachments, thoughts, and emotions. Master Li repeatedly enlightened me, but I either failed to understand or I did not take it seriously. I felt very sad.

I asked Master for help, “Master, I was wrong. Please save me and save all sentient beings!” My rational side reminded me that I must not cooperate with the old forces. I should not allow sentient beings—including these police officers and community workers—to commit crimes against Falun Dafa practitioners.

No matter what I did, it felt as if evil beings were attacking my body. They filled my mind with negative thoughts, which were sometimes overwhelming. They threatened me with imprisonment, detention, and labor camps. I also imagined the police using barbaric methods to force me to sign or write guarantee statements, or even subjecting me to cruel torture. I wondered whether I would be able to withstand it. These negative thoughts—mixed with fear and other attachments—constantly attacked my mind.

My faith in Master and Dafa continually negated these attacks. I reminded myself that even if I were imprisoned or sent to a detention center, I would still fulfill my mission—to clarify the truth about the persecution and save sentient beings. Righteousness and evil battled fiercely in my mind.

When the police could not get any information from me, personnel from the 610 Office began threatening me, but I simply watched them calmly and remained unmoved. Eventually, they forcibly held my head down to take a photo of me and, through a facial recognition data bank, found my home address. They then contacted my local police station and 610 Office, as well the Political and Legal Affairs Committee.

I tried to clarify the truth to them, but they refused to listen and kept cursing at me. Summoning my courage, I spoke louder: “Persecuting Falun Dafa harms not only you but also your family. If I die in custody, the consequences will fall on you, and your life will become worse.”

I also reminded them to do good deeds, not bad ones. Throughout this process, they remained silent. They did not dare hit me, nor did they mention anything about signing or writing a “guarantee statement.” Under Master’s protection and the powerful righteous thoughts of fellow practitioners, they could not muster any evil intentions. When I could not reach them with my words, I sent forth righteous thoughts and recited poems from Hong Yin, reciting as many as I could remember.

Night fell quickly, and I grew anxious because I had been held there for hours. I told the police, “I’m a good person, not a criminal! I demand that you release me unconditionally. I must go home.” One officer replied, “You’ll have to wait. Someone from your hometown is coming to pick you up.” A series of doubts immediately crossed my mind: Who would pick me up? The 610 Office? The police? Where would they take me? And are my Dafa books and Master’s portrait safe at home?

Around 7 p.m., a few personnel arrived. To my surprise, they were not from the 610 Office or my local police station; they were community workers from my neighborhood. Their usual rude tone was gone, and they spoke to me respectfully: “Auntie, we’re here to take you home.”

I knew that Master arranged for them to come so they could hear the truth. I previously tried to clarify the truth to them but I wasn’t successful. On the way back, we had a pleasant conversation. I told them about the goodness of Falun Dafa, and all three agreed to withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party organizations. This fulfilled my long-held wish.

When I returned home, everything was intact. None of my Dafa books were missing, and Master’s portrait remained properly hung on the wall. My family was not upset.

Under Master’s protection and with the powerful righteous thoughts of fellow practitioners, a potential prison sentence was averted. The evil was deterred and ultimately eliminated. I was also given the opportunity to validate Dafa. I know this was due to Dafa’s mighty virtue, Master’s boundless compassion, and the combined efforts of fellow practitioners.

I thank Master for his compassionate protection, and I thank my fellow practitioners for their selfless support! I will let go of my remaining attachments and walk well the path arranged by Master.

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