(Clearwisdom.net) I am a 68-year-old peasant from a mountainous area. I obtained Dafa in April 1996. My faith in Dafa and Master enabled me to solidly come this far.

Putting down the fear of death; safeguarding the Fa

After the evil head Jiang began the barbaric persecution of Dafa on July 20, 1999, the lies and slander the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) fabricated about Dafa blanketed the sky and pierced my heart. Such a good Fa and great Teacher were being viciously attacked; as a disciple, how could I not do anything? With that thought, I went out to rectify the Fa.

Back then it was hard to find Dafa materials. Because of that, I began to learn to write, “Falun Dafa is good,” “Falun Dafa is the righteous Fa,” and “Restore my Master's reputation.” I bought paper and wrote those words on banners during the day and posted them in the evenings. Sometimes I started off at sunset and went down the mountains to post banners until dawn.

I convinced my nephew’s wife, also a practitioner, to go out and post banners with me. I made a large number of copies after I got them from other practitioners. Once I took all my savings (over 600 yuan) to a printing store to make copies. The owner was very frightened. I told him, “I used to suffer from all kinds of illnesses, but they were all healed after I practiced Dafa. Now Dafa is being persecuted. Anyone who has a conscience would think it is unjust.” Moved by my words, the owner and I began to work very well together, copying materials.

As a result of the partnership with my niece, we were able to post the materials widely, which helped many people to learn the truth.

Going to Beijing to validate the Fa

As the persecution intensified, we began to mail materials to all levels of the 610 Offices and to key government officials. Another practitioner and I wrote a letter in June 2000 to the head of the city 610 Office and asked him to stop persecuting Falun Gong practitioners. He reported me to the local police station. I was arrested and detained for ten days.

After saving enough money, with copied materials and successfully getting through check-points, a fellow practitioner and I arrived in Beijing in December 2000. Very near Tiananmen Square, as we were preparing to distribute the flyers, several police officers spotted us and snatched our flyers. The other practitioner quickly grabbed the materials back and then threw them up into the sky so that people could get them to read. At the same time she shouted, “Falun Dafa is good!”

Immediately many officers showed up and took us to the nearby station, where we were detained in the basement. When we got there we saw dozens of other practitioners there. The police figured from our accent that we were from Gansu Province and contacted the Gansu Province Liaison Office in Beijing to come take us back. Before we left, one practitioner secretly gave me a banner and told me to open it up when I got out. As the police vehicle passed by a busy area, I quickly opened up the banner and shouted, “Falun Dafa is good!” At that moment I felt that my body was light, and I grew very tall.

The evil communist regime began to arrest Falun Gong practitioners in 2008, and more than a dozen practitioners in our area were incarcerated. I then went to the Domestic Security Division to tell them the facts. One vicious official detained me and sentenced me to two years of forced labor.

Once when I was escorted to the Gansu Province Women’s Forced Labor Camp, the labor camp refused to admit me, saying, “This person doesn’t follow the labor camp rules, and, because of her, many others follow suit. We will not admit her under any circumstances.” Thus the police had to take me home.

I went to Beijing in 2009 for the second time and shouted, “Falun Dafa is good” on Tiananmen Square. A police chief asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was there to appeal for justice for Dafa. Then I told him the facts, and he listened attentively. He told me, “Now that you’ve shouted out what you wanted to say, it’s time for you to go home.”

I went to Beijing for the fourth time last May and hung two banners in the underground pathway to Tiananmen Square and then posted brochures in Tiananmen Square. On my way back during lunch I saw one of the banners was still hanging and the words “Falun Dafa is good” were shinning. I also saw some small Falun spinning. At that moment I knew that Master was using His mighty power to assure the banner would stay up. I conjoined my hands to thank Master.

Resisting the persecution inside the labor camp

Cultivating in the righteous Fa, I listen to what Master tells me to do. In the past my righteous thoughts were not strong enough, and I relied solely on my courage when I went out to tell people the truth. As a result I was detained nine times and sentenced to forced labor three times. But wherever I was, I made sure that I did the three things well. I believed that I came to this world to validate the Fa and offer sentient beings salvation, but not to be persecuted.

I was sentenced to two and half years of forced labor in January 2001. I was shocked with electric batons, hung up, and my hands were cuffed behind my back. When I lost consciousness, the evil forces made me sign some falsified documents against my will. As soon as I regained consciousness I immediately declared that the documents were null and void. I was released in August 2002.

When I distributed materials in November 2004, I was arrested and sentenced to two years of forced labor. In the depths of winter I had very light clothes on, but the evil guards would not give me any blankets or bed cover. They threw me on the concrete floor and then opened the window so that I would freeze. I began a hunger strike to protest. The guards force-fed me with pap, making me vomit. I was locked up in solitary confinement for two months. I became skeleton-like. Nevertheless, the guards still brutally tortured me. First they tied my hands together and hung me up on a ceiling beam for seven days. After that, they shocked me with three electric batons. When they tortured me, I stared at them directly and sent strong righteous thoughts: "Make the electric current go straight onto the evil guards." A few seconds later the two guards tossed their batons aside and screamed in pain. They no longer shocked me from then on.

One day the two prisoners who were assigned to monitor me brought me a bowl of noodles. I was very surprised to see that, because those prisoners had done nothing but hit and curse me. I knew right away that they were plotting something and refused to eat the noodles. They told me that everyone was eating noodles that day, and there was nothing to be suspicious about. Sipping a little bit of the soup I could tell right way that it did not taste right, so I shouted, “Are you trying to poison me? I will not fall into your trap.” They quickly took the noodles away. Later on it was confirmed that they did put drugs in the noodles.

Inside the labor camp I held on to my powerful righteous thoughts. The camp extended my term by four months. With my faith in Master I did eventually leave the labor camp.

While I was putting up truth clarification materials in May of last year, Domestic Security Division agents spotted me and asked me where I got the materials. I told them that I wrote them myself. Suspiciously, they asked me to write the words again. I used a stick and wrote on the ground, “Falun Dafa is good.” Realizing that the handwriting was the same they asked, “You’re illiterate. How can you write so well? You win!” I told them, “From now on, stop interfering with me and keeping me from doing what is right. Leave yourselves a way out.” Hearing what I said, they left in disgrace.

Telling people the truth to compassionately offer them salvation

Although I am illiterate, I believe that nothing in this world can stop a Dafa practitioner from carrying out our mission. It is a matter of whether I can overcome difficulty and go out to tell people the facts. My personal experience tells me that as long as I go out and tell people the truth about Falun Gong, Master will give me the necessary skills.

In the past few years I have taken advantage of every opportunity possible to tell people the facts. I've even gone to police station and to the county and township government buildings many times. The following are three examples.

One day at noon I saw a young man walking towards me. I shouted, “Falun Dafa is good!” Immediately he said, “Ma'am, a few days ago, you told me the facts and helped me to quit the Youth League and Young Pioneers.” While he was talking, others came over to listen, so I told everyone the facts again.

I gave a street peddler a brochure and told him the facts about Dafa. He was surprised to see the huge Falun that practitioners formed on a large playing field in Taiwan and asked, “What a coincidence! I saw this formation last night in my dream, but I didn’t know what it was. Falun Gong is great, but how can I learn it?” I told him, “I can teach you, so just come to my residence.”

I went to a different village to clarify the truth early this year. After I had just hit the road, a bus stopped in front of me. I quickly got on. The bus was full, and it was very noisy. I wanted everyone to quiet down so that they could hear me. After that, I began to talk, “I’m a Falun Dafa practitioner. It is our predestined relationship that has brought us together today. I want everyone to know that doing the Three Withdrawals will protect your future.” Everyone listened quietly. I continued, “If you have joined the CCP and/or its affiliated organizations, quit now, quickly. Divine beings will protect you. You’ve probably heard that Falun Gong is here to save people. Falun Gong has been spread to over 100 countries. Please remember, 'Falun Dafa is good!'”

After I finished, a few people clapped. Some asked me questions, and I answered them all. When we arrived at our destination, the girl who sold bus tickets helped me off and said, “Please come again.”

I have also come across some who refuse to listen to me, and some have even verbally attacked me. I was not moved. I searched inward and found that sometimes I was too intent on getting results; other times my thoughts were not righteous; or sometimes I was not diligent enough, and the circumstances were negative. The results greatly improved through diligent Fa-study, and cultivating myself well.