(Minghui.org) When I was young, I had a dream. In the dream, I fell from the sky and kept falling deep down, without seeing the bottom. After I began practicing Falun Dafa, I understood that I actually fell from Heaven to the human world.
In 1997, I accompanied my wife to Tianjin to see a doctor. My great aunt lives in Tianjin, so after seeing the doctor, we stayed at her house for a few days. When we watched TV, I saw a book called Falun Gong on the sofa. Although I had no interest in qigong, I was interested in Chinese medicine and UFOs. Since I had nothing to do, I flipped through the book and found that it was really well-written! It teaches people how to be good. The answers to all the questions that I had been searching for answers for could be found in this book.
I knew that my great aunt practiced Falun Dafa, but I did not know that the practice was actually that good. My great aunt also recommended the practice to me, saying, “This book is especially good. You can take a look.” I took the book Falun Gong and Master’s exercise teaching video to my office. I did not know that there was another book called Zhuan Falun, and I learned all my exercise movements through the video by myself.
When I first started practicing the exercises, I went to an empty level in my work building to do the exercises. The whole level was an empty hall, and I did the exercises there by myself. As I did so, I would see or feel ghosts leaning against the exterior of the windows. They looked disheveled and were very scary. I was a little scared, but I remembered Master saying that we can shout out Master’s name when we meet with such situations. Therefore, I kept shouting, “Master Li Hongzhi, Master Li Hongzhi.” Later, such situations no longer occurred.
After I started my cultivation in Falun Dafa, one time my main consciousness went out of my body and spun in the air for a while before returning to my brain. Master often cleansed my body. For example, I passed pieces of white matter, pus, and blood; I didn’t feel like eating anything for a couple for days sometimes; and I felt physically uncomfortable sometimes. Whenever such situations occurred, I was not scared, because Master had mentioned the Fa principles in Zhuan Falun about cleansing the bodies for truly cultivating practitioners. I knew that Master was looking after me and helping me purify my body. After the cleansing, I felt light and wonderful all over.
In the winter, it was very cold doing the exercises outside. People were usually more willing to do the exercises indoors. As there were many people inside, the room became congested, so I gave up my space to others and went to do the exercises outdoors. However, I did not expect that when I was doing the second set of exercises, the Falun Standing Stance, Master displayed a wonderful and magnificent scene. The law wheel between my arms whirred as it spun, and the feeling was very obvious. It was really wonderful!
After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began persecuting Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999, I did not give up my cultivation and refused to write a guarantee statementpromising that I would no longer do the exercises. So my office confined me, and office employees took turns monitoring me. Every day, 24 hours around the clock, executives took turns lecturing me in a room or in a conference room. They did not allow me to sleep and made me read and watch programs that defamed Falun Dafa. I said, “All these are fake.”
Executives from different levels and my relatives took turns to try to transform me. Even our village head came. They made the stakes clear to me and asked me to choose. It was a really grilling time! The emotional pressure was really great, but they did not succeed in transforming me. I finally managed to overcome all that.
When I was being confined, I had 200 yuan stolen from me, and that was all that I had. That was the money that my wife had passed to me before she left. My workplace had stopped paying my salary. I thought that the money may have been stolen by the employee who had been monitoring me when I went to the toilet or when I was sleeping, because the money had always been in my pocket and my shirt was just hanging on the wall. There was also nobody else. The whole level was vacant, and I was the only one being detained there.
My mother came to my work unit and made a fuss, attempting to force me to give up my cultivation in Falun Dafa. I was very determined in my mind at that time. I did not waver a bit. Seeing that she could not move me, my mother was so angry that she had a heart attack. They had to give her medication and revive her quickly. I also saw clearly that they were trying to use the affection between my mother and me to sway my determination in cultivation. My wife also came and told me that she would divorce me if I were fired because of my cultivation in Falun Dafa. I also did not waver. My brother-in-law and father-in-law also came to make a fuss, too. My brother-in-law even hit me and made my nose bleed, but I did not waver.
Because I refused to give up my cultivation in Falun Dafa, I was dismissed by my work unit. That created a big commotion in our village. Some people spread rumors, while others said all sorts of things. When I was walking down the street, people behind me would be pointing fingers at me as they whispered to each other. Most people felt sorry for me. During that period of time, I had no regrets about my choice, but I felt very lost, too.
About two miles outside of our village, there was a stretch of ancient city walls. I once went there and walked along the wall edge, racking my brain about what I should do and why it was so hard to be a good person. I came for this Dafa, or else what was the purpose of my coming to this mundane world? I also told my wife these words later.
After returning home, my father told me that he would end our relationship as father and son. I did not waver, nor did I take it to heart. I also did not complain about it or hate my father, because all these things were caused by the persecution that was initiated by Jiang Zemin. The CCP’s movements were always done to provoke the masses to fight against one another.
Sometimes when I worked with other villagers, and I saw that there were potholes in the roads that made it hard for people to walk, I would fill them up voluntarily. People saw that and remembered it. They all said that I am a good person and felt pity for me.
In 2010, I was arrested and taken to a detention center in the city. I went on a hunger strike to protest the persecution. After going hungry for seven days, they asked the medical staff from the city’s hospital to come and force-feed me. I was tied to a tiger bench and a few criminal inmates pressed me down as they force-fed me.
One day, they wanted to send another female practitioner and me to a labor camp. I did not know that practitioner. We clarified the truth to the police in the car. At the same time, I thought that I must find a chance to escape and I kept looking for a chance. I had only one thought: I must run away.
I thought that it was not suitable to run away in the city, so I waited until the car left the city, and I told them that I needed to go to the toilet. They asked me to wait, and I repeated my request another two times. After driving for a long stretch of road, they finally stopped the car. By the roadside, there was a petrol kiosk with a toilet, and the petrol kiosk had walls around it. The height of the walls didn’t seem to be a problem for me, so after confirming the situation, I prepared.
When I went to the toilet, two police officers stood watch outside. They did not remove the handcuffs even when I went to the toilet. After coming out of the toilet, I suddenly started running. My body felt especially light and I ran especially fast. When I reached the wall, I used both of my hands to press on the wall and successfully leaped over it. From the external side, the wall seemed to be more than two meters high. I just kept running and did not look back.
I heard the police officers behind saying, “He has run away. Chase after him.” I ran very far and reached a loofah patch, which had frames set up to support the loofah. I hid behind the frames and begged Master in my heart, “Master, please help me by not letting them see me.” After a long while, I did not hear any commotion, and so I stepped out after seeing that there was nobody outside. I succeeded! Thank you, Master, for your empowerment!
I later heard from that female practitioner that they actually did not chase after me. They just shouted, “Chase after him! Chase after him!” but they seemed to have been frozen there and did not move. This probably was the display of Dafa’s mighty power!
I walked to a corn field that had high-voltage wire racks. I thought of using the angle bars from the racks to help me force open the handcuffs. The more I moved the handcuffs, the tighter they became, making my hands hurt a lot. After spending a lot of effort, I finally managed to open the handcuffs and bury them in the ground. There was still some money in my pocket, so I used it to take a cab to the city and found a practitioner. With that practitioner’s help, after several twists and turns, I came to another faraway city and started my displaced life.
I later heard that the police had surrounded my house after I ran away and asked my wife if I had returned. During the half year of leading a displaced life, I did not dare to call home or send any message back due to safety reasons. In this time, my wife did not know where I was. She went to the police station and police department a few times to look for me, asking for me and my whereabouts. Later, as time passed, I thought that I could not keep leading a displaced life like that; I needed to go back, so I returned home.
After leading a displaced life for half a year, I returned home. I thought that it had been such a long time, there should not be a problem anymore.
I was working for a private factory when about 20 young people showed up unexpectedly. I did not think they were there for me until one of them called out my name. When I answered, they seized me, took me to a car, and drove me to a forced labor camp in the city. There were also practitioners from other counties there. The next day, a few of us were taken to the provincial forced labor camp.
I was detained there for 10 months. Initially, they asked me to work, but I refused. I directly found the director of the labor camp and told him, “I am not going to do labor because I am not a criminal. I was kidnapped here.” Actually, as cultivators, we need to have righteous minds. When we do so, the evil will not dare to touch us. I clarified the truth about Falun Dafa to the criminals and successfully persuaded many of them to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. One of them was even a murderer. I remembered the names of these people and went online to help them quit the Party after I left the labor camp.
After I was sacked by my workplace, the first problem that I faced was earning money to support my family. Those years were really hard! My salary was meager and insufficient to cover our expenses. I did some work at a construction site, drove big vehicles for people, and did some other odd jobs. The managers that I encountered were all very tricky, which were real tests for me, and the payment was really meager. During that period of time, I was often troubled by making ends meet. Once, the farm products that I put outside my house even caught fire and cost me a few thousand yuan. It was really heartbreaking. I understood that these were all caused by financial persecution from the evil in other dimensions.
I clarified the truth to a person on the public bus. After he understood what I said, I persuaded him to quit the CCP. He said that he needs to think about it and that he is from the police department. I replied that the people from the police department are also human beings. As long as he is a human being, he will need to know the truth and take a position for future safety and peace. There was no fear in me at all, nor did I have any negative thoughts. Although that person did not quit the CCP, nothing bad happened either. As a cultivator, I had no fear or negative thoughts, so nothing bad happened.
On the path of cultivation, although I have lost many things of everyday people, I have no regrets. I have obtained Falun Dafa, which is highly virtuous. Master guides me on my path to return to my true home. I no longer feel lost. I understand the meaning of life and purpose for coming to this mundane world, which is to return to our original, true selves and assist Master in the Fa-rectification for the salvation of sentient beings.