Master Saved Me from Prison

(Minghui.org) Looking back at my more than 20 years of cultivation, many experiences remain vivid in my memory. I used to suffer from gynecological problems, stomach pain, back pain, insomnia, and other ailments. After I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1999, all these health problems disappeared. Master Li gave me a healthy body. I was happy every day, and I gradually came to understand many Fa principles.

I’d been practicing Falun Dafa for around three months when the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started the persecution. I didn’t understand why they would ban such a good practice and was very worried. I lived in a small town, where information was limited. I lost contact with other practitioners and had to study the Fa and do the exercises at home on my own. When neighbors and colleagues saw me, they repeated the slander on TV and tried to persuade me not to practice anymore.

I told them Falun Dafa was being framed and that it was not like what it said on TV. I said that Master told us to be good people by following Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, that Falun Dafa helps us to be healthy and teaches us to become selfless, enlightened beings, and that it is a righteous Fa. When someone asked me if I was a Dafa practitioner, I replied, “I’m still far from being a qualified Dafa disciple, but I will try my best to be one.”

I couldn’t get hold of any truth-clarification materials but didn’t want this to keep me from letting people know the truth about Dafa, so I made red paper stickers with “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” written on them. The day after the Chinese New Year, I met an elderly practitioner as I was on my way to take the bus after work. She asked me if I still practiced Dafa. I replied, “Of course. How could I stop doing such a good practice!” She said she thought it was wonderful that I still practiced. With Master’s help, I was able to contact other practitioners again and immersed myself in the mighty current of Fa-rectification.

In 2002, a fellow practitioner was arrested while posting truth-clarification stickers and gave my name to the police. I was preparing lunch when I heard a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw they were police officers, so I quickly went to my room and burned the phone book with practitioners’ contact information. They were banging on the door by the time I opened it, and more than 10 officers rushed in and began to ransack the place. One officer kept watching me. I asked them, “Why are you searching my home? Who gave you the authority? What law have I broken?”

When they asked me if I was a Falun Dafa practitioner, I told them that I was and asked, “What’s wrong with Falun Dafa? Is it wrong to be a good person?” They said that practicing Falun Dafa was illegal, that the government did not allow it. Someone who looked like an official showed me a truth-clarification banner and asked if I’d written it. I acknowledged that I did.

They turned my place upside down and, without any explanation, wanted to take me away. I said “Wait! You’ve made such a mess! Are you really the people’s police? Clean everything up first.” They ordered two officers to tidy up a bit.

I was taken to the police station and handcuffed to a chair. I tried to explain the truth about Dafa to them, but they refused to listen. They took me to the detention center that night. While lying barefoot on the floor that cold night, I realized I didn’t feel cold. I saw a big Falun (law wheel) rotating on the ceiling, and a line of Chinese characters on the wall that read, “Making the best of the situation.”

I then knew Master was beside me, helping me to calm down. I also saw small human figures running and jumping on the wall, just like in a movie. I sat up, watched for a while, then smiled. I knew it was Master who was giving me a hint not to be afraid, because everything was only a drama. I thought, “I’m learning the righteous Fa, and evil cannot triumph over justice. I must take the lead role.” I tried to recite the Fa but was only able to recall Hong Yin, “On Dafa,” and the Table of Contents in Zhuan Falun. I recited whatever I could recall and felt confident with Master’s Fa in my heart.

The next morning, an elderly man brought me a steamed corn bun and a bowl of soup. He said, “Child, you’re so young. Why do you believe in this [Falun Dafa]? You have young children at home. Just admit you were wrong and go home.”

“Sir, I’ve done nothing wrong. I have benefited from Dafa. Master teaches us to be good people by following Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. How can that be wrong?!” He asked why I was so stubborn and left.

Shortly after, over 10 police officers came. I remembered Master’s Fa:

“I am rooted in the universe. If anyone could harm you, he or she would be able to harm me. Put simply, that person would be able to harm this universe.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun)

I thought to myself that none of them could touch even a hair on my head. They took me to an interrogation room. I only clarified the truth to them and claimed to know nothing else. Several days passed like this, and they wouldn’t let my family see me. They ate all the food my family brought me, so I started a hunger strike to protest.

On the morning of the seventh day, the police opened the door and called me out. I saw more than 10 officers holding electric batons, as well as people from the TV station carrying cameras. They made me their key target. They took me to the interrogation room and held me down in a chair. I said they were infringing upon my rights, and I would sue them. I began to recite the Fa silently and refused to answer any of their questions.

The director of the police station pounded on the table, shouting at me, “Do you know where we are? What’s your name? Do you think you can leave here?”

I replied, “First, I’m not a criminal. I didn’t break any law. Second, freedom of belief is a citizen’s right. It is you who are breaking the law. It is our Master who decides whether I can leave here.”

An officer said, “You need to allow our director to save face.”

“The nation’s TV stations are slandering Falun Dafa and turning black into white. Is it an issue of saving face?”

Angry, the director said, “Then tell us your current opinion of Falun Dafa.” He threw me a piece of paper on which I wrote, “Falun Dafa is a rare, high-level cultivation practice, but it is unjustly being persecuted as never seen before. Dafa is the righteous Fa.” Seeing that I wouldn’t cooperate, they hastily wrapped up the interrogation.

About two weeks later, they came again, ordering me to sign their documents to give up practicing Dafa. I firmly refused. They then called my husband in. Afraid that I would be persecuted again, he knelt down in front of me, with tears streaming down his face. I felt troubled in my heart until Master’s Fa came to my mind:

“Cultivate away fame, material interest, and emotion,Reach Consummation, ascending the firmament,With compassion, looking at the world,Only then, awakening from confusion.”(“Reaching Consummation, Completing Gong,” Hong Yin)

That afternoon, they took me and another practitioner to the city detention center. Once there, we refused to wear the detainee uniform or recite the detention center rules. Many practitioners were detained there. They were beaten, cursed at, shocked with electric batons, put in solitary confinement, tied to death beds, and subjected to inhumane torture.

We were not intimidated. We shared our experiences and recited the Fa together. Fellow practitioners have said that Master does not acknowledge this persecution, so we shouldn’t either. After understanding the Fa principles, I said to Master in my heart: “Master, I was wrong. You want us to save people, but how can I save people if I am stuck in here? If you arranged this, I accept it. If not, then I absolutely won’t acknowledge it. This is not where I should be. I need to go out and do what I should do. I’ve been here for over two months and missed doing so many things.” With just this one thought, Master helped me.

Two days later, a police officer called me and another practitioner out in the morning. He ordered me to recite the detention center rules. I said I wouldn’t because I was not a criminal. He asked me what I wanted to do, so I told him that I wanted to go home. He said we had been given forced labor camp terms and told us to gather up our belongings. We were escorted out of the gate. The police handcuffed the other practitioner, then they wanted to cuff me. With one shake of my hands, I slipped right out of the handcuffs. When they saw this, one of them said, “Never mind! We won’t cuff you anymore.”

I gave my personal belongings to other practitioners and didn’t take anything. A female police officer asked me, “You’re not taking anything with you!? What will you do when you get there?” I told her that Master would make arrangements. We kept sending forth righteous thoughts all the way there and asking Master to reinforce us.

We arrived at the detention center at about 2 p.m. The doctors checked us over. My blood pressure was so high the detention center refused to accept me. That was how, under Master’s protection, I got out of the three years of forced labor and returned home the same day.

During more than 20 years of cultivation, I have experienced many trials and tribulations. After reading “The Ordeals Our Spiritual Discipline Faces” and “A Wake-Up Call,” I looked within and truly felt ashamed—attachments to human notions and my sentimentality had not been cultivated away. From now on, I will definitely cultivate myself solidly and rectify every single thought. I will do the three things well, be worthy of Master’s grace, and return home with him.

This is my personal cultivation experience. Please kindly point out whatever is not in line with the Fa.