Selection from Call for Articles: All Divine Occurrences Pay Tribute to Master's Mercy
(Clearwisdom.net) On May 20, 1995, it was my great fortune to encounter Falun Dafa. I was 25 years old. Since that day, I have not slacked off in my cultivation. It has been my greatest honor to follow Master who guides my cultivation. Even when enduring excruciating torture in those bloody days, I walked each step with Master's enlightening, strengthening, and care, and stayed calm when deprived of everything in this world. I have felt immense mercy from Master that is beyond words.
I will recount just a few stories which document the greatness of Master and the extraordinary magnificence of Dafa.
That Moment I Felt No Pain; My Body Was Light
On May 1, 2000, I escaped heavy surveillance and avoided detection from the authorities en route to Tiananmen Square. This was my second time validating the Fa in Tiananmen. I felt that as a particle of Dafa, knowing that Master and Dafa were being framed by the state media, if I did not step forward to fulfill my sacred duty to dispel the slanderous lies, my life would have been for naught.
When I sat down in the square with my legs crossed, I conjoined my hands and recited Master's Fa to expel the attachment of fear. I felt I was putting my best foot forward for the world's people. Suddenly, I felt my body was tall and steady, with a sense of isolation, as the crowds seemingly disappeared from the vast square. Later, I do not know when, two armed police officers grabbed my arms and dragged me to a police vehicle. I was taken to the Qianmen Police Station. Dafa practitioners from all over the country were being brought into this place. They were then quickly removed to other detention sites.
Besides repeating my demand to stop the persecution, I did not answer any questions from the police. The police officers resorted to a torture named “carrying a sword in the back.” They tied my hands behind my back with one hand over my shoulder and the other hand against my lower back. The officers then applied a great deal of force to pull the two hands toward one another and handcuffed them together. Just when I was feeling that both my arms would break from the excruciating pain, a warm current flowed through my body, which softened my bones and relieved the pain.
The officers did not stop at that, however, as they forced me to squat halfway down with my head raised. An officer stepped on my foot to keep me in this position. Every now and then he would slap or punch me. Another officer would grab my hands and violently shake the pair of handcuffs, which cut further into my wrist with each shake. Then a tall officer of heavy build kicked me down to the ground before dragging me up to force me to squat as before. A thin and short officer came in. He lit a cigarette and stuck it in my nose. The pain was horrendous, and beads of sweat and tears rolled down my face.
Despite the excruciating pain, I remained calm and harbored no hatred. I did not think about compromising with the police. I only thought if the pair of handcuffs could be loosened a little, I would not feel so much pain. But the pain continued to mount. I realized that thought was a human notion. I made up my mind: To uphold the truth of the universe, neither pain nor death will stop me. Master's poem echoed in my mind:
In life, nothing sought,
In death, regretting naught;
Washing away all wrong thought,
Buddhahood, with less
adversity, is wrought.
(“Nothing Kept” from Hong Yin)
At that moment I felt no pain, and my body was light. By the time the officers unlocked the handcuffs, I had lost all feeling in my hands. One officer told me to move my fingers to avoid being handicapped. The following day I was taken back to my hometown. I recovered in four months.
Sitting in the Lotus Position with Over 20 Pounds of Shackles
In mid-May 2000, I was taken to the detention center for the second time. We had been doing group exercises in public for over two months. Eventually, the 610 Office arrested many practitioners. I exchanged insights with fellow practitioners in the detention center, “Wherever we are, it is our practice field. Dafa is most righteous. There is nothing wrong with studying the Fa and doing exercises. We should create our own environment and not be intimidated by detention center guards and police officers who point guns at us.”
At around 4:00 a.m. one night, six fellow practitioners in our cell came up and sat with legs crossed. The guards soon came and shouted from outside the window, “Stop doing the exercises!” Other practitioners stopped, but I did not budge. I recited Master's poem, “Ordinary people know me not, I sit amidst Mystery....” (“The Awakened” from Hong Yin)
The guards kept yelling. Inmates awakened by the yelling started to blame me. Several came over. They tried to push me down to the ground but were unable. After much effort, they were able to pull one of my legs out of the crossed-legged (lotus) position. Unless they held my leg with all their force, it would return to the lotus position. Accordingly, the inmates had to give up. The guards threatened, “Let's wait until tomorrow to take care of you.” I sat with my legs crossed until daybreak.
Shortly after breakfast, two guards and several male inmates came to open the cell door. They called me to the door. One guard slapped me a dozen times. My head smashed against the iron gate each time I was struck. I did not feel pain. Afterward, I found there was a bulge on the back of my head.
They put shackles on me that weighed over 20 pounds. Only death row inmates were supposed to wear this type of shackles. Even those inmates who tried to stop me from practicing the previous night thought this punishment was too much. I remained calm. I thought I could overcome any hindrance with my steadfast belief in Dafa. I lifted my legs and sat with both legs crossed in the lotus position. I felt my legs were as soft as cooked noodles. It was as if the shackles were not even there.
The word got out among the inmates. “The Falun Gong practitioner is able to sit with her legs crossed while wearing the death row inmate shackles. Falun Gong's Teacher is marvelous! His disciple is so strong!” Inmates in my cell showed great respect toward me. They tried to reduce the pain inflicted by the heavy shackles by unlocking them. Fellow practitioners went on a hunger strike, demanding the removal of the shackles. When I walked by other inmates' cells, they would come to the door and raise their thumbs, yelling, “Remarkable! Falun Gong!”
After that, practitioners resumed group exercise every morning in the courtyard. Guards and armed police officers walked by and did not intervene.
Jumping Off the Second Floor, I Felt Like a Swallow
I repeatedly wrote to the top CCP leaders in our city to validate the greatness of Falun Dafa and sent out letters to various government organizations to explain the facts about Falun Dafa. The CCP secretary of the city gave orders to the state security agency to locate the sender of the letters. In September 2000, I was spotted while sending out more letters. I was taken to the Political Security Group on the second floor of the police department. I refused to provide them any information. When it got really late, the officers locked me in the office and went home.
I did not think I violated the law and did not want to be illegally held there. I looked around and saw that I could escape out the window. But a lot of thoughts came over me. What if I broke my arms or legs when jumping from this height? What if the security guards in the gatehouse sees me with his flashlight?
I pressed my hands together in front of my chest and called out to Master. I tried to calm down. I thought there were so many things I had to do to validate the Fa. As soon as this thought developed, I immediately calmed down.
I decided to make my escape between 2:30 a.m. and 3:00 a.m. From the window, I waited for the security guards to finish their patrol, and then I threw down my bag. I climbed out the window and got on the air-conditioning unit. I found a couple of wires below the unit to step on while holding onto the steel bars outside the window. I then jumped to an open area. I landed softly, just beyond a deep ditch. I felt no impact, and felt like a swallow landing on a tree branch.
I grabbed my bag and walked to the gate. The two security guards were falling asleep in their chairs. They saw me walking toward the center of the gate and waved at me to walk out through their room. I realized that the gate was locked and it would be opened only when vehicles were passing through it. I calmly walked past the two guards.
My Whole Body Fixed There; No One Could Move It
Because of the influence from traditional cultivation stories, I took for granted that one had to endure much hardship to become enlightened. Later, Master's new articles came out. I realized that this thought of mine matched the arrangements of the old forces and allowed them to exploit loopholes in me. In March 2001, I was taken to a forced labor camp. The persecution was much more severe than in the detention center. Traps were everywhere. It was difficult to overcome all of them without the righteous thoughts and righteous deeds of a cultivator.
On May 14, I was transferred from the “Strict Supervision Division” to the “Transformation Division.” The labor camp guards resorted to all sorts of pressure and violence to try and “transform” me. I always adhered to Master's teaching “No matter what the situation, do not cooperate with the evil’s demands, orders, or what it instigates. If everyone does this the environment won’t be this way.” (“Dafa Disciples’ Righteous Thoughts are Powerful” from Essentials for Further Advancement II)
Over 20 people were assigned to “transform” me. They cursed at me, hit me on the head, and scratched me under my armpits.
I recalled Master's Fa, “Forbearance (ren) is not cowardice, much less is it resigning oneself to adversity.” (“Beyond the Limits of Forbearance” from Essentials for Further Advancement II) I imagined myself to be a Dafa disciple, hard as a diamond and full of power. I swayed my arms to get rid of them. I also carried the thought that they stop doing harm to Dafa.
I thought to myself this should not go on day after day. I said quietly but firmly, “Let heaven and earth be my witness: If I renege on my vows of following Master, I should be struck by lightning.” I heard my words echoing three times as I felt my body wrapped in a strong field of energy. It was fixed. No one could move me. They not only could not move my arms, but when they poked my eyes, my eyeballs were hard. I stood there like that for three hours. When I thought about using the restroom, I simply walked away. No one dared to stop me. They were all afraid. In a matter of days, I left the labor camp.
I Saw Tears in Many People's Eyes; They Were Touched by Falun Dafa
In mid-June, before I was released, I learned the verses for sending forth righteous thoughts from a fellow practitioner. Most practitioners had not learned about this yet. I was pleasantly surprised to acquire this treasured new approach Master taught us. I was eager to tell as many practitioners as I could. Master saw my heart and made arrangements such that I met a lot of practitioners in just a few days.
Sending forth righteous thoughts played a big role in disintegrating the evil environment in the labor camp. On one occasion, four inmates refused to listen to persuasion and cursed practitioners and Master. I warned them with strong righteous thoughts, “If you go on like this, you won't be able to speak a word.” The next morning, the four inmates all had a sore throat and flu-like symptoms. They took a whole week of intravenous medicine to recover. After that, they thought twice before cursing Dafa.
There were many other cases just like this. We intensively sent forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil factors behind the guards and inmates assigned to monitor us. We specified that they face immediate consequences. They either became exhausted from carrying out bad deeds or decided to give up enforcing evil orders. Quite a few inmates changed their minds and ended up helping us. We were able to study the Fa, do the exercises, send forth righteous thoughts, as well as receive Master's newest articles.
Evil factors in other dimensions figured that as a group, practitioners were too powerful. They tried to break us apart. I was taken to the “Production Division.” Although I did not have to engage in forced labor, I was forced to go to the workshop with inmates assigned to monitor me. I refused to go. The division head called out six inmates to carry me there. Along the way, I shouted “Falun Dafa is good!” and “The Fa rectifies heaven and earth.”
In the workshop, I told people how I benefited from practicing Falun Gong. I explained to them how the government staged the self-immolation in Tiananmen Square to cast a false light on Dafa and raise people's suspicion. The division head was angry and ordered people to shut me up, but no one could wrap anything around my mouth. I stood up and continued to discuss the facts and call upon people to support Dafa with their conscience.
Another division head gave a microphone to an inmate named Lin Na to read a newspaper article that slandered Falun Dafa. I went to her and shouted, “Lin Na, don't read it. You'll face karmic retribution for slandering Dafa.” She was shaken. After a few words, she fell silent.
I started telling people the facts about Falun Gong. There were over 400 people in the workshop. I then recited Master's poems in Hong Yin, and sang the melodies of the Dafa music Pudu and Jishi. I was immersed in the Fa. Tears fell from my eyes. I saw that tears filled many other people's eyes, too. They were touched by the mercy of Falun Dafa.
Youth Stays with Me
After leaving the labor labor camp, I have devoted the last eight years to telling people the facts and other Dafa activities. I understand the Fa principles to completely negate the old forces' arrangements. I found out the cause of my being placed under persecution. I have been able to carry out everything smoothly. I ran into dangerous situations, but each time I made it without harm.
It has been 16 years since I began cultivation in Dafa. I look just like someone in her late twenties. I went to visit my daughter in college last September, and was mistaken for a student.
Last November, I took a train to visit a fellow practitioner in prison. An older woman sat next to me. I addressed her as Aunt. It turned out, her son was about the same age as my daughter. I figured I must have addressed her inappropriately. It turned out she was just one year older than me. I apologized and called her Sister. Passengers next to us were surprised. None of them could believe we were about the same age. I passed my residential ID card to each of them. I told them with pride, “I look young only because I practice Falun Dafa. My appearance can speak to the magnificence of Falun Dafa. Let us all remember that Falun Dafa is the only hope that we can be saved.”
Selected from “Call for Articles about Divine Occurrences in the Human World”