China Fahui | From Fearing Death to Practicing Falun Dafa

(Minghui.org) Greetings, Master!

I am 77 years old this year and I am happy to share my cultivation experiences on the occasion of the 23rd Minghui.org Mainland China Falun Experience Sharing Conference (China Fahui).

I Was Afraid of Death Ever Since I Was Young

For some reason, I feared death ever since I was a small child. When I was in elementary school, the teacher sometimes assigned me to carry the flag at the front of the class during school sports meets. Every time, I was afraid I might not live to see the day of the sports meet. My mother always boiled some eggs for me to take as a snack, so I looked forward to that day, but I was also worried that I might die before then.

I got married when I was 20 and became pregnant, but I was afraid I might die during childbirth. This ongoing negative thought caused my health to deteriorate, resulting in my baby being born prematurely at about 7 months. During my postpartum period, I couldn’t eat or sleep well. I suffered terribly; I was afraid of thunder and rain; so afraid that I even thought of burning incense and praying for someone to protect me.

When I was 27 I dreamed that a person dressed in blue robes said the underworld wanted to extend my lifespan. He held an account book and added several decades to my life. After that, I no longer feared death.

After practicing Falun Dafa, I recalled this incident and realized that Master had been watching over me so I could one day practice Falun Dafa and fulfill my mission of helping save people. Practitioners are no longer under the jurisdiction of Hell, but under the jurisdiction of Master, who has removed our names from Hell’s list.

Fortunate to Practice Dafa and Be Reborn

In the spring of 1999, I suddenly became increasingly weak. I was unable to walk or get out of bed. I went to the hospital, and the doctor said I had glomerulonephritis with a hemoglobin level of 6 g/dL (the normal range for women is 12-16 g/dL), indicating severe anemia. I stayed in the hospital for more than 20 days. My stomach was bloated, and I felt weak. A doctor told me, “This disease is difficult to cure. I suggest you try practicing qigong.” I found a qigong practice site in front of a nearby movie theater (at the time, I didn’t know what kind of qigong it was), and many people were practicing it.

The next morning, I dragged my heavy body to the practice site. I learned the movements and began to practice. I persisted for an hour, but my abdomen was so bloated and I needed to urinate, so I went to the toilet three times on my way home. That night, I slept soundly. When I woke up the next morning, I felt light and refreshed, and my stomach was no longer bloated. I felt energetic. My head was clear and my eyes were bright—I felt healthy! I was stunned: What kind of practice is this?! I couldn’t remember what it was called! I rode my bicycle to the movie theater to ask what kind of practice it was. Someone told me it was Falun Dafa.

I began practicing Falun Dafa. All my illnesses disappeared, and I returned to a normal life. I am grateful to Master Li for saving me and giving me a new life.

The Persecution Begins

In July of the same year (1999), former Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader Jiang Zemin began a frenzied persecution of Falun Dafa because he was jealous of the practice’s popularity. The local police station, knowing I practiced Falun Dafa, confiscated my ID card and forcibly disbanded our practice site. I was deprived of my group practice environment.

I wondered, Falun Dafa teaches people to be good, and we don’t break the law, so why is the practice banned? After I began practicing Dafa, not only did my health improve, but so did my personality. I used to fight and swear—I always thought I was right; after I began practicing, all these bad habits disappeared and I am kind to everyone. Falun Dafa changed my personality and resolved my physical ailments, yet the CCP forbids me from practicing. The propaganda against Dafa is deceptive. I didn’t believe it, and they couldn’t shake my resolve. So, I started practicing at home on my own.

Several of my neighbors also practiced Falun Dafa and studied the Fa at my home. When the police came to harass us, my neighbors were frightened, but I persisted. When the police contacted me, I explained the truth about Dafa to them and gave them informational materials.

I told one officer, “You asked me to bring you some Falun Dafa materials. Here you are.”

He asked, “Where did they come from?”

“They were at my doorstep. I don’t know who put them there. Take a look! If I get some more, I’ll give them to you.” I continued to deliver informational materials to the police station.

I also delivered them to government offices, and I slipped them under the doors. If the office door was open, I would go in, take out a truth-clarification booklet (a Minghui periodical) from my pocket, and place it on the bookshelf so the office staff could read it. I went to the civil affairs office many times. If someone asked why I was there, I’d say I was looking for civil affairs services; if no one was there, I’d leave the booklet inside the office.

I continue clarifying the truth this way. On Sundays, I go to school buildings to deliver truth-clarification materials to the teachers’ offices. I package informational materials for various departments; some are printed by fellow practitioners, and some I’ve handwritten. One Sunday I went to the teachers’ building to deliver truth-clarification materials. When I opened the door on the first floor, someone was standing there. I didn’t greet him and I went straight upstairs. I went up two floors, and he followed me. I didn’t have a chance to deliver the materials, so I had to go back downstairs.

When I got to the first floor, the person asked me what I was doing. I said, “I'm looking for Teacher So-and-so.”

He replied, “Today is Sunday and she’s not working, but her husband will be here later.”

I said, “I won’t be able to wait, could you please give this package to her?”

He said, “Just put it there.” I put the materials down and left the building.

With Master’s blessing, I successfully placed the large bag of truth-clarification materials in the school building. I later heard that many teachers read those materials. The school was very close to my home, and I later helped the teachers and principal withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations.

Going to Beijing and Safeguarding Dafa

After the suppression of Falun Dafa started in July 1999, fellow practitioners went to Beijing to validate Dafa. I didn’t know how to get there, but since Master was wronged and Dafa was being persecuted, I was determined to go to Beijing to validate the Fa and speak out for Dafa.

On July 18, 2000, I left home with 200 yuan, a few eggs, some corn, two melons, and four stickers containing Falun Dafa messages in my backpack. On the way, I changed buses several times and finally arrived at Tiananmen Square in Beijing. I bought a ticket and went in. After passing through a few gates, I had to buy more tickets to go further in. Tiananmen Square tickets were expensive, and I didn’t have that much money; the money in my bag was for my train ticket home. Without a ticket, I couldn’t go in. I looked at the ticket gate in despair and saw the person there smiling at me. Looking closer, she seemed to recognize me and gestured for me to go in, but I didn’t recognize her. I went in anyway.

When I reached the top of the city gate tower and looked down, I saw police everywhere. Because of my fear, however, I lacked righteous thoughts and failed to properly validate the Fa by calling out “Falun Dafa is good!” I’m weeping as I write this.

My heart was heavy as I walked away from the Tiananmen gate tower. I hadn’t done went I came there to do. The four stickers in my backpack were still unused. Standing outside Tiananmen, looking at the gate tower, I lowered my head and wept. A policeman saw me crying and patted me, saying, “Grandma, please don’t be sad. You’ll come back.”

I wanted to find a place to sit. I went into a small, walled courtyard and sat down on a chair, when two policemen came over to patrol. So I left and took a bus to Tianjin Railway Station, intending to post the stickers. That night, patrol cars searched the woods outside the station. There were vendors selling things in the woods, but I couldn’t find a place to post the stickers. My train was due, but I decided not to leave; I was determined to post the stickers. Under the cover of darkness, I posted two stickers on the large sign at Tianjin Railway Station. When I boarded the train, I posted one on each side of the train window. After traveling over 3,000 li (approximately 1,000 kilometers), when I got off the train the next morning, the two stickers outside the train window were still very conspicuous.

I returned home safely after three days. My children didn’t ask any questions and acted as if nothing had happened. That night, I had a dream where I saw Master holding a Dafa book in his hand. Master enlightened me to study the Fa more and I was very thankful.

Printing the Words “Falun Dafa Is Good” in Public Places

After I returned from Beijing, I continued doing things to validate the Fa. I used a stencil to neatly print the words “Falun Dafa is good” on utility poles. The stencil plate was made by a fellow practitioner in another region. I bought a brush and a bucket of red paint and I carefully printed the words on cement utility poles. I even printed them on the doors and windows of the police station. A night watchman at a construction site came up to me to see what I was printing, but he didn’t stop me. After I used the whole bucket of paint, I went home.

The next day, the police looked around trying to find out who did it. They went to the practitioners’ homes who were on their list and climbed over walls and jumped into courtyards. The police also went to shops that sold paint. The police talked to that night watchman who said it was a young woman wearing a red top and white shoes. Actually, I was 51 years old that year.

Three nights later, after I closed my small grocery store and was getting ready to put my grandson to bed, someone knocked on the door. They said they wanted to buy bread. I said it was late so I wouldn’t open the door. Then, someone said, “We’re from the police station. Open the door. We need to ask you something.”

I replied, “I don’t open the door at night. A few days ago, a group of robbers broke into my grocery store and smashed the windows. I ran out the door, and they almost chased me and beat me to death. I called the police station, but they didn’t send any officers. I ran into the gravel quarry to avoid being killed.”

One of them replied, “After that incident, we know you called the police. Now, I’ll show you my business card through the door gap; I am the director of the police station.”

I said, “I don’t believe you. I’m just an old lady at home taking care of my grandson. There’s no one else here. I won’t open the door for you.”

The person said, “Oh, you’re an old lady” and then left.

After they left, I put the stencil and the red shirt into the stove and burned them. Then I hid the truth-clarification materials under the carpet, which was under the bed. Around four in the morning, the door of the grocery store was broken into, and several policemen stormed in. They were shining flashlights everywhere, searching for something. At the time, I was holding my three-year-old grandson, who was crying loudly in fear. They searched for a long time but found nothing, and then they left.

Afterward, police cars were parked in front of my house every day. A few days later, they started entering my store. Three or four of them would sit in the small shop and not leave. They waited, looking to see if any fellow practitioners came. At that time, I didn’t know any local practitioners, only the son of one of them, who delivered truth-clarification materials to me.

That morning, the young practitioner came again, bringing me Master’s new articles and a copy of Minghui Weekly. Because the police came every day, I thought if they were to come again, I would admit that it was I who printed the words. I told the young practitioner my thoughts. The young practitioner replied, “You can’t admit it.” I understood what he meant: because I hadn’t done anything wrong, I shouldn’t admit to anything.

After the young practitioner left, I read Master’s new articles and the Minghui Weekly. Then the police station director and his coworkers came. The director sat on the sofa, silent and very serious. So I said, “You come every day, do you think I wrote ‘Falun Dafa Is Good’ on the utility poles outside? If I did, then I’m amazing!” I laughed heartily, and they laughed too. I then told them the contents of the Minghui Weekly.

When I was clarifying the truth, I felt very comfortable. I laughed as I spoke, and they listened and laughed too. Then, they left very politely. They never bothered me about the painted messages again. It was a close call and I was grateful to Master for sending a fellow practitioner to remind me; otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Distributing the Nine Commentaries

After I was persecuted in a labor camp I returned home in 2004 and followed the progress of Fa-rectification. I dedicated myself to clarifying the truth and helping save people. Many people had been deceived by the CCP’s lies, and we practitioners had to help Master save them. After the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party was published, fellow practitioners distributing the books door-to-door in large quantities. At night, I rode my bicycle, which was loaded with a large bag of Nine Commentaries and other truth-clarification materials, and I distributed them in rural areas. I usually covered 10 or 15 kilometers (approximately 6-10 miles) each time. I would return home at six o’clock in the morning, soaked with dew. One morning, I went to distribute Nine Commentaries at the elementary school’s staff quarters. I placed the copies in a large tray, and covered them over. When I removed the cover, a silver light shone through. I knew that the Nine Commentaries possessed divine power and it was not an ordinary book.

When I stayed at my child’s place, I focused on helping save people as quickly as possible and distributing truth-clarification DVDs. Many construction workers lived in that big building, and I told them the truth about the CCP and persuaded them to renounce their memberships in the Party and its affiliated organizations. Groups of them came and went, and I told them the truth and persuaded them to renounce their memberships in the CCP and its affiliated youth organizations. I did not miss a single one. I played the Nine Commentaries DVDs in the lobby, and every time I finished playing the DVDs, several people asked me to help them renounce their memberships. Once after I gave a young man a copy of the Nine Commentaries, his roommate asked me, “What book did you give him? He stayed up all night reading it. Can I have a copy too?” After I gave him a copy of Nine Commentaries, he also read it and later took the book with him when he left.

When the company leader came to visit the workers, I put a DVD on the windshield of his car. The second time he came, he specifically sought me out, wanting to see me. That day, I was kneading dough, and my hands were covered in dough. But he insisted on shaking my hand. I knew he watched the DVD and understood the truth. I later regretted not asking him to withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations!

I told the truth about Falun Dafa to a group of firefighters and their leader. The leader withdrew from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. He also gave me the names of more than ten other people who came with him, and they all wanted to withdraw from the CCP organizations. When the group of workers left, I gave each of them a copy of the truth-clarification materials to take home. Some long-term residents sometimes greeted me with, “Falun Dafa is good” and I did the same in return.

Once, a leader said to me, “Grandma, the amulet you gave me is very effective! A colleague at work took it. When he was in a car accident, two other people died, but he was fine.” I was very happy to hear that this person was protected. Master is so compassionate.

Continuing to Tell People the Facts About the Persecution

Several other practitioners and I split into two groups when we go door-to-door to talk to people about Falun Dafa and the persecution. Each group has two practitioners and we cover every street in a community. Each time, we manage to get 30 to 40 people to withdraw from the CCP, so both groups help between 70 and 80 people withdraw. Once, when we went out to clarify the truth, someone who believed the CCP’s lies wouldn’t listen and he argued with us.

I showed him a truth-clarification amulet which had the words: Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and I said, “We also have families and jobs and we are very busy. We’re here to help save you! It’s winter and it’s freezing cold. We came to help you avoid disaster, for your own good.”

The man suddenly grabbed the amulet, and said, “I withdraw, I withdraw! I’m a Party member, and I’m from out of town.” We wrote his name down, and he withdrew from the CCP. As we left he kept expressing his gratitude. We were very moved because we understood that the power of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance eliminated the CCP specter that controlled him.

In one village, I encountered some people who didn’t know the truth about Dafa. They wouldn’t listen and one of them said, “You dare come here? I’ll report you to the police station.”

I smiled and said, “You seem like a very kind person. You wouldn’t do that.”

Upon hearing this, the person put his phone down and said nothing more. A few years later, my fellow practitioner and I went back to that village, and met that person again. This time he readily accepted the truth.

Winter turns to spring, and year after year we persist in clarifying the truth, distributing materials, and hanging banners with the words, “Falun Dafa is good.” In one village, a group of people were chatting in front of a house. We went over to talk to them, and everyone withdrew from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. Some used aliases and others used their real names. I took out a banner and tried to hang it on the tree where they were resting, but after several attempts, I couldn’t get it to stay up. One person took it and hung it on the tree in front of his house.

For many years, I have almost never missed hanging banners on April 25, May 13 (World Falun Dafa Day), July 20 (the date the persecution was officially launched), or during the Lunar New Year. If no banners are available, I buy cloth, write the words on the cloth, and hang it up outside.

One winter, when the weather was cold, slogans and pictures defaming Falun Dafa were posted at the village head’s office. I rode my electric bike to the office. When I arrived, the village accountant was alone in the office. I said, “I need to see the Party secretary.”

The accountant told me he wasn’t there. I said, “Please give me his phone number, and I’ll call him.” Then I went inside, tore down the defamatory Falun Dafa display board from the wall, put it in my coat, and left.

This year, the CCP hung three banners slandering Falun Dafa in our town, in three different locations. After I asked Master to help me, I cut down all three banners.

Miracles Along the Way

During the wave of lawsuits against former CCP leader Jiang Zemin for persecuting Falun Dafa, fellow practitioners in my area also decided to sue him. I also set up a small truth-clarification materials production site in my home. Practitioners in other areas donated money for supplies and I produced batches of truth-clarification materials.

Sometimes I distributed them in nearby villages at night. Once, I had just entered a village, parked my electric scooter, and was about to distribute the materials when someone saw me and followed me. I stood against a wall and I sent forth righteous thoughts, asking Master to make that person unable to see me. After I had this thought, the person, who was wearing a bright light on his head, walked along the road muttering, “Where did you go? I just saw you, where did you go?” He kept muttering to himself as he walked past me. I finished distributing the materials, found my scooter, and went home.

We also need to help save those in public security, the procuratorate, and the judicial system. I’ve helped write letters to them and clarified the truth to staff at the police stations and the Domestic Security Division. I have been detained more than 10 times. Because these personnel are acting under the direction of the CCP, they are unaware of the truth and are ignorantly persecuting Falun Dafa. They have no future. But they are also living beings, so we must save them.

I’ve helped rescue fellow practitioners, and I’ve written many letters to the prison staff. Later, the head of a prison 610 Office learned the truth and was transferred out to another position. I knew he was saved.

There was another incident: three practitioners were arrested when we went out to clarify the truth. The police told me to stand there, but they forgot about me and left. When they remembered me and came looking for me, I had already escaped. Afterwards, the practitioners were illegally sentenced to three years in prison. During those three years, the domestic security police kept looking for me. My son told me to go to the city to hide, and that I could come home when the practitioners returned. I hid at my son's house for five days, and then I said to Master in my heart: Master, I cannot be homeless; I must go home and do what I should do.

So, I went home the next day. On the way, I went to a fellow practitioner’s house to ask her to help me record a Minghui podcast file. It started raining when I left, and she gave me a coat to wear. The rain was heavy, and several cars stopped and the drivers offered me a ride home, which I declined. A little while later, another car pulled up behind me, and the driver also offered to take me home, but I refused again. The rain continued, and my shoes were soaked. After I got upstairs and took off my coat, I found that the coat the practitioner had given me to shield me from the rain was completely dry, and I was dry too. I was stunned: Master protected me! I was deeply moved, and tears of gratitude streamed down my face.

I still have many human attachments that I haven’t eliminated, including impatience. Sometimes I get sleepy or distracted while I study the Fa, and I sometimes send forth righteous thoughts with my palm facing down. I will try my best to cultivate myself well.

(Selected submission for the 23rd China Fa Conference on Minghui.org)