(Clearwisdom.net) I started to practice Falun Dafa in 1997 when I was eighteen years old. The day I began, my celestial eye and celestial ear opened. Ever since then, I have been aware of things even when asleep and dreaming. I have quite vivid dreams, many of which suggest that I have contact with things in other dimensions. Sometimes, as soon as I close my eyes, my main consciousness enters other dimensions, where I can see and do many things. This is very clear and real to me.

Regardless, as a cultivator, I had been very lazy, playing around too much. I rarely studied the Fa or practiced the exercises. One could say that I was not diligent at all. As a result, my progress during cultivation was very slow and the interference from other dimensions never stopped. I was often frightened by various oddly-shaped, scary looking demons, monsters, and animals. Even though they were unable to hurt me, they always scared me to the point that even my hairs stood up. They had only one goal, which was to frighten me and make me stop practicing Falun Dafa. Although I often woke up screaming in the night, I never thought of giving up my cultivation, as Dafa had already taken deep root in my life.

Later, after I had slowly elevated my cultivation realm, I saw fewer and fewer terrible beings. Instead, I started to see Faluns all over my room, golden Buddhas, and beautiful scenes and benevolent beings in other dimensions. I saw colorful lights emitted from the book Zhuan Falun. I even saw the Chinese characters for "Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance" in the corner of my eyes. Of course, when my cultivation state was not good, I still encountered interference, but much less than before. As long as I cultivated myself more diligently than before, I could break away from the interference. I was in this stop-and-go state for two years before the persecution started in 1999.

1. The result of being "transformed"

In fact, I had already seen some scenes in other dimensions about the persecution, even before July 1999. At the time, I didn't understand what these scenes meant. I had seen gods in heavens arguing fiercely. Now I understand that such scenes indicated that the gods need to choose where they stand during the Fa-rectification period, and were not all in agreement. I also saw that the blue-colored Earth suddenly started to accelerate in its rotation and became red in color, which in my present understanding, was because the time on earth had been accelerated and the red terror had enveloped the whole Earth.

When the persecution started, I was sentenced to forced labor for appealing to the government. In the beginning, my righteous thoughts were strong and I did not cooperate with the evil authorities. I often saw Master's Law bodies beside me, protecting me.

My pure mind could often positively influence others around me, so the guards put me into an isolation cell. The first night there, I dreamed about an incomparably huge ship on the sea. Master's huge Fashen stood by the ship. Many people wearing Tang Dynasty clothing and kasayas were meditating on board, while many others were jumping ship. I had just one thought, "I will definitely go with Master!" and instantly saw myself sitting on the ship. I then woke up with tears running down my face. I knew that no matter whether we jumped into or off of the ship, these are choices that we all make as Master continues to wait for us.

However, my failing to solidly cultivate myself during the personal cultivation period caused me to be unable to fully negate the persecution. In the forced labor camp, it seemed as though my suffering would never end. My mind became increasingly agitated. It wasn't that I believed the nonsense repeated by those who had gone astray, but because seeing determined Dafa practitioners tortured every day had become an insurmountable mental torment. I did not want to see this happening anymore, but because of fear, I remained silent and painfully endured it, and I dared not step forward to say even one word. I was indignant, yet also felt regret for my cowardice.

In the end, I chose to dodge the persecution. I was freed after I pretended to give in to the authorities' demands to renounce Falun Gong. I had decided that I would expose the evildoings in the camp after I got out.

The night I renounced the practice, I dreamed of many people practicing the first Falun Gong exercise. They called me to practice together with them, so I joined them but suddenly noticed that their movements were wrong. Although their movements were similar, they were absolutely not Falun Gong exercises. As I tried to correct their movements, they became frighteningly ugly. They held knives in their hands and approached me together, starting to pierce my third eye. I quickly opened my eyes, but I felt extreme pain in my third eye. My third eye was injured and I could no longer see Faluns, Master's Fashen, or other things in other dimensions. What I saw instead were demons, hairy insects and spiders, which were staying in my third eye position. I could see them even with my eyes open. I realized that my realm had dropped dramatically.

I got out of the labor camp, but afraid of further persecution, stayed away from home for another year. I had neither Dafa books nor connections with other practitioners. Thus, I was quickly polluted in the big dye vat of the society. I was busy all day long in order to make a living. Every night that year, I almost could not fall asleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, the maggots and snakes would appear in high numbers, biting me. They went into my ears and mouth and kept moving around, making me so nauseous that I often had to vomit. They also crawled through my bones and muscles. It hurt so much that I almost cried. From beneath the bed, many hands came up through the bed, pulling me and piercing me with knives. I couldn't move. The only thing I was able to do was struggle to open my eyes and break away from the other dimensions. Only after returning to this dimension was I able to have temporary relief. I knew that my bodies in other dimensions must have been enduring huge persecution. I just passively endured it, and at the same time, felt regret for my giving-in to the authorities brainwashing and coercion.

(to be continued)