(Minghui.org) Between my illegal arrest in 2000 and my release in 2010, I had aged from a young 28-year-old lady to a woman approaching her forties. Ten years earlier, my five-year-old son was howling after being pulled from my arms. After my detention, that same son was a fifteen-year-old adolescent. My husband had re-married and now had a little girl. Fortunately, my mother was still alive and well, and my older sister and sister-in-law had raised my son.
Every day of those ten long years felt like a storm, but I survived by making sure that the Fa always dominated my thoughts and by continuing my cultivation practice. Divine miracles appeared throughout these ten years. I always felt Master's boundless compassion.
Practicing Falun Gong to Restore Health
I was first escorted to the local detention center in 2000. A police officer planted his foot on me to keep me on my hands and knees. I was forced to drink an unidentifiable liquid from a washbasin. The concoction caused me to vomit blood and gave me a high fever. Sores erupted all over my body from combating the pathogens. The tissue between my mouth and esophagus felt as if they were rotting away. I also oozed pus all over.
My sickness forced the detention center to release me earlier than planned. When my mother came to bring me home, I realized that I had lost the ability to sit up straight after many consecutive days of incarceration by handcuffs, shackles, and other instruments. My mother kindly played one of Master's lectures to lull me to sleep. I got up early the next morning to find that all my symptoms had disappeared. My worried mother checked on me periodically throughout the night, only to see me sleeping without a care in the world. She thought it was a dream! My mother witnessed many similar miracles after this one.
I was confined in a forced labor camp in 2001. I took part in a hunger strike for seven months and obtained a medical parole. My mother picked me up and brought me to the hospital. A month later, my weight recovered from a weak 30 kilograms (66 pounds) to 50 kilograms (110 pounds). My blood pressure also returned to normal from a dangerously low 50 mmHg. My kidneys, heart, and liver had also been failing but soon returned to full function. My doctor said it was a medical miracle because I took no injections or pills, and only meditated myself to full health.
My mother also subsequently quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and said, “I believe gods do exist. Otherwise, you would have died over and over again.”
Injected Drugs Had No Effect
In 2001, four burly men forcibly injected me with a drug similar to an anti-psychotic. I warned them, “I am a Falun Dafa practitioner, so nothing can harm me. So I suggest you don't even try.” The doctor, who was involved in the persecution, said, “Don't worry about her. Let go of her once I finish the injection. By the time I count to three, she'll be on the ground.”
He counted for a long time while I sat there, calmly watching him.
The doctor said strangely, “Why won't she fall?”
I replied, “I told you, I'm a practitioner.”
The man next to the wicked doctor said, “Did we not give her a large enough dose?”
“No, the dose was definitely large enough to have knocked her out already.”
“Was it expired?”
“No, it's a new drug that was just shipped here.”
“It's ineffective then.”
“No, it normally works great. But if you don't believe it , why don't you try it? There's still a little bit left.”
“Uh, no, no.”
They were in shock, and then left me alone. After this incident, the doctor ended his involvement in the persecution.
By 2007, I had been held in a brainwashing center for several years. I had also participated in many hunger strikes. To dehydrate me, the brainwashing staff forced me to eat raw eggs. They took me to the hospital to continue torturing me. I didn't use the restroom, and they were completely baffled by my lack of diarrhea. They asked me why, but I knew they had sinister motives behind their words. Later, drugs were put in the food I was given, so I asked Master to send the drugs into another dimension. The drugs had no effect on me, and they continued giving me the same drugged food in hopes of dehydrating me or starving me to death. I just sat there every day sending forth righteous thoughts. The evil tricks used by the brainwashing staff still failed to work. My last so-called “guard” was so scared of me that she went to tell the head of the brainwashing center, who threatened to quit her job unless the guard gave me a normal meal.
Counterfeit Toner Becomes Fully Functional
In 2002, I hid from the authorities to avoid being illegally imprisoned again. I took advantage of those seven short months by participating in a project to validate the Fa at a truth clarification materials production site. However, many evil forces interfered with us by making it difficult to buy equipment and to produce, transport, and distribute the materials. Our team's experience in bringing down the evil forces could fill a novel.
I don't know much about printers, but I once spent over 300 yuan on a toner cartridge, which was later identified by my more experienced fellow practitioners as a counterfeit product. I sat down, crossed my legs in the lotus position, and asked for Master's blessings. I faced the toner and sent forth righteous thoughts for a whole half-hour, hoping for success. It turned out that this toner lasted much longer than all the other, more expensive toners we had used.
Righteous Thoughts Overcome a Hostile Action
In the winter of 2000, I went to deliver truth clarification materials in the Tibetan area. A fellow practitioner and I got into a van filled with Tibetans. We were the only Han Chinese there.
One Tibetan man sat close to me. On my other side, an elderly Tibetan woman gestured at me to pocket my money so he could not steal it. Instead, I kept it firmly in my grip. He then slid over, started humming, and put his hands on my waist. I didn't feel scared. I wondered whether I should endure it as a cultivator. But then I realized that I am a Dafa practitioner, and if the man, supported by the evil, committed wild acts, he would also be harmed. I silently recited, “Rectify anything that’s not right” (“Teaching the Fa at the International Experience-Sharing Conference in Beijing”) and turned to face him, directing my eyes to the window behind him. I felt my entire body suddenly release golden light. Suddenly the man screamed, stepped back, and fell on his back in bewilderment. I slowly brought my eyes to stare at him, and his eyes revealed fear as if he had seen something. Then, I felt as if my body was rising, similar to those Tibetan goddesses of snow-capped mountains. After a minute, I settled my eyes on the window again, but this time the man climbed up and scrambled to get to the back row. The entire van of Tibetans watched the scene in astonishment, while the kind couple that now sat next to me gave me a warm hello. I ate, smiled, and chatted with them.
The Righteous Control of a Dog
I was once in a pedicab clarifying the truth when the driver suddenly stopped pedaling. Wondering what happened, I asked, “Why did you stop?” His voice quivered in fear, “It's a dog, a big Tibetan dog!” I took a closer look at the black animal with downy fur huddling near the pedicab. The dog on the grass was as huge as a man-killing wolf. I had grown up afraid of dogs, but this time I felt a sense of calm in my mind. I stood up, pointed at the dog, and commanded, “Evil creature, quickly withdraw. You're disturbing pedestrians passing by.” I felt that I was speaking the way ancients had, but it worked. The dog turned tail, and ran away as fast as it could. I got out of the pedicab and gave the driver an extra yuan to compensate for the scare. The driver was still in shock and was afraid that the dog would come back at any moment. I reassured him, “It's alright. It won't come back. Go in peace.” He recovered by handing back the extra yuan, replying, “No sister, the price I gave you is what I get and not one yuan more, thank you.” He gave me one last look of surprise and admiration before quickly pedaling on.
I returned to the inn and knocked on the door. My fellow practitioner got out of bed. I suddenly felt a presence near my legs and looked down to see the ferocious Tibetan dog at my feet. He squatted there and looked at me obediently. Normally, the dog would bark ferociously at anyone other than his master, even their family members. I laughed happily, “You little beast, you know who I am and why I am here. He looked up with an excited face, his eyes showing sparks of delight. His tail wagged so energetically I thought it would fall off.
Over the past decade, I had lived life in the metropolis, mountains, and grasslands. I had lived in Beijing to appeal for Dafa, as well as villages, police stations, prisons, labor camps, and hotels used for brainwashing. My righteous thoughts helped me combat the pain from the torture of beatings, starvation, and force-feeding of drugs, among other hardships. I went through several critical renal failures, scabies, and other dangerous situations. My righteous thoughts healed my wounds and dissolved the ancient grievances of reincarnation. Master always took care of me, and helped me strengthen my righteous thoughts in order to negate the old forces' arrangements. I cannot allow the evil to stop me from saving sentient beings, because I am a Dafa disciple.
