(Clearwisdom.net)
I am 61 years old and did not have a formal education. Over the past 12 years of cultivation, I have personally felt the immense power of the Fa, as well as Master's benevolent compassion. Here, I would like to share my experience with fellow practitioners.
I used to have very painful headaches, but when I obtained the Fa in 1998, they disappeared. They were so severe that when my head started hurting, I felt like I wanted to die. I used to take a lot of painkillers, and the doctors said that there was no cure for it. Thanks to Master, this problem disappeared after I started cultivation. Master has given me my life back and I will forever have faith in Master and the Fa.
When the persecution began on July 20, 1999, Master was defamed, and lies were being spread everywhere about Falun Gong. But, I was not fooled. No matter what happens, I would say to myself, "Master, I only believe in you!" In 2001, some practitioners said that they wanted to go to Beijing to appeal for Master. I felt that I must go with them and shout, "Falun Dafa is good! Clear my Master's name!" Even if I were to lose my life, it would be worth it! I can only recognize the words in Zhuan Falun, and I can't read anything else. I asked practitioners to quickly write down Masters poem, "The Knowing Heart," and teach me how to read it. I held the paper tightly and, on the way to Beijing, I made sure I could remember the words. It has been deeply ingrained in my mind, even to this day.
When we arrived at Tiananmen Square, fellow practitioners and I raised the banners that we had made, with the words "Falun Dafa is good" and "Clear Master's name" written on them. I thought, "The longer I hold this up, the more people will see it." About ten minutes later, a group of policemen came with electric batons and started to beat us. I was quickly knocked unconscious. When I came around I was already in a police car, and still clutching the banner tightly in my hands. I was taken to the Huangshan Public Security Bureau. As I am illiterate, I was afraid of being separated from the other practitioners.
I was interrogated by one police officer after another, as they used all kinds of tricks and methods to try and get me to cooperate with them. After a night of beatings, they still could not achieve what they wanted, so on the second day, I was forced to stand outside in the snow wearing only a single layer of clothing. A policeman poured boiling water from a kettle over me and shouted sternly, "Everyone who comes here eventually succumbs, you'll be the next!" He then grabbed a thick club, and started beating me with it from head to toe. I was not afraid, and called out to Master in my heart, "Master, I am your disciple. I am a divine being. Humans can never destroy the divine." I closed my eyes and began reciting "The Knowing Heart."" At this time, I heard a voice telling me, "Strengthen your will! Strengthen your will!" I began to feel like I was sitting on a boat, and while I could hear the thumping sound from the beating, it sounded like it was hitting on metal and not me. I didn't feel anything, and it wasn't painful at all. I suddenly remembered having boiling water poured over me, so I put my hand on my chest. But, strangely enough, it was totally dry! I then noticed that the hand of the policeman who was beating me was bleeding. I told him, "Stop hitting me, your hands are bleeding!" When he realized this, he quickly threw the club down and started shouting, "Why am I bleeding and not you?" Looking at the club, he saw a nail sticking out of it. It was clear in my mind that everything that happened was the manifestation of compassionate Master, letting me see the power of the Buddha Fa.
The policeman sat down on a chair looking very angry. He rested for a moment before walking up to me, "You old scum, do you feel cold?" I replied, "No!" He shouted in response, "No?" Then you can wear all your clothes!" I was imprisoned in a small room, with two young policemen monitoring me to make sure I did not go to sleep. They told me, "You should just submit to their demands, that way you can go back home for the New Year, and so can we. If you don't, we can't go home either." I smiled, "I can't do that! If I do as they demand, then I will be taken to prison. Since coming here, I have had no intention of going there." They replied angrily, "Then we'll bury you alive tonight for causing us to miss the New Year!" I replied, "It's up to you, but Master will not let you off!..."
The policeman who beat me brought me a bowl of porridge and two big pancakes the next morning. I was very thirsty and took a sip of porridge. However, I immediately began to vomit. I could not even stand and fell to the ground. When the policeman asked if I was sick, I replied, "I am a practitioner! I have no illnesses!" Then they decided to take me to a hospital. A doctor asked me, "What is your name?" To which I replied, "My name is Falun Gong." He asked, "I'm asking for your real name." I replied, "Falun Gong is my real name." He said, "Alright, I'll write Falun Gong. So where do you feel uncomfortable?" I replied, "I am a practitioner, I have no sicknesses. I am in this state because they beat me." Hearing my words, the policeman immediately grabbed my hair, and thrust my head onto the wall. The doctor was shocked, "Stop it! You'll kill her." The doctor gave me a full body check and told the policeman, "This elderly woman has severe heart problems, very high blood pressure and her wounds are severe. Get her into the hospital right away or she might not last until tomorrow." The policeman was shocked and immediately called his boss. I overheard them say that because the New Year was approaching, there would be no one available to supervise me here. So they brought me back.
I was later put in a police car, so I asked, "Where are you taking me?" The policeman replied, "I'm sending you home. You're the first person that has come here and not succumbed to our demands. You're probably a leader among the Falun Gong, aren't you?" I replied, "I'm just an illiterate old woman, and not some leader at all." I was then taken to the train station.
On the train, the policeman told everyone sitting around me, "Monitor her, she's Falun Gong." He then went to buy the train ticket for me. Before he could get off the train, it began to pull way, so he started shouting, "I'm only here to send someone home, let me off." The staff on the train replied, "It's not your decision to make! Get off the train in Shijiazhuang City." I was still worried about where I was going. The policeman said, "Don't you think I'm a good guy? I even bought your train ticket home." I laughed, "Thank you, it was Master who sent you to accompany me." The people around us laughed. Once we arrived, the policeman quickly scurried off.
It was already very dark when I got off the train. Luckily I found a motel, and they didn't require any identification. I got a large bottle of water and a room for only 10 yuan for the night. When I woke up the next morning, I got on the train to Beijing. After I arrived, I didn't know where to go at first, but then saw two women walking towards me smiling. I thought, they must be practitioners. I walked up to them, "Do you know 'The Knowing Heart'?" and started to recite it. They promptly joined in. We all hugged together, and our tears were overflowing.
I spent the night at this younger woman's place. In her bathroom, she noticed that my buttocks were black. She lifted my clothes and cried, "Your entire body is black and blue! Those policemen are too brutal. How can they do this to you?" I smiled, "It's no problem, it doesn't feel painful at all." Throughout the night, I felt my body slowly rising up and down, and it was very comfortable. I knew that it was Master healing my body. I felt very warm inside. Master is always guiding me, and protecting me.
I returned home safely, but my family was scared out of their minds when they heard that I went to Beijing. My husband shouted, "You are prohibited from practicing Falun Gong again. Everyone at home was scared to death. If you want to practice Falun Gong, we'll have to divorce. Do you want Falun Gong, or do you want this family?" I calmly replied, "I want both. If you guys cannot accept it, then I will take Falun Gong. If you want a divorce, you can have everything. I don't want anything. I can leave right now!" My son-in-law immediately tried to calm my husband down. "Dad, Mom is different now. She's not even afraid of death, how can she be afraid of a divorce? Just forget it." From then on, no one dared to stop me from practicing Falun Gong.
However, I had a grandson to look after and became busy with taking care of him, as well as taking care of all the housework and work on the farm. I was delayed in saving sentient beings. Under Master's guidance and fellow practitioners' help, I know that I need to make good use of all possible time remaining to cultivate myself well and save sentient beings, fulfill my prehistoric vow and return home with Master!
