(Minghui.org) Many things happened to me and my family over the past decade that we have been practitioners of Falun Dafa. We have gained so many beautiful and wonderful things from the Fa, including large, small and even unusual things.
In May 2003, dozens of police officers raided my home one day. The Dafa books and truth clarification materials they confiscated filled half a truck. They arrested and took me into custody. The officers told me that they had “gotten me this time” and that I would be held for at least three to five years in prison. Despite their words, my heart wasn't moved and I had the thought: “Prison or labor camp isn't the place for me. This is not what Master arranged. My mission is to assist Master rectifying the Fa and saving sentient beings.”
Later, however, my notions began to get stirred up. Several practitioners who had been held there were coordinators who I thought were diligent. I thought they cultivated better than me, yet they were still in custody, so how could I get out?
I remembered the words “Different Levels Have Different Fa” from Zhuan Falun.
I enlightened that I should do what the Fa required me to do at my level. There are no role models in cultivation. I shouldn't watch how others handle things and then follow suit. After I let go of my notion, everyday I studied the Fa, memorized the Fa and sent forth righteous thoughts.
One day, the head of the 610 Office with dozens of officers came to interrogate me. He said: “Today you must talk. We have plenty time for you, and plenty of ways to detain you.” I smiled and said: “I also have plenty time, and I can stay anywhere.” I talked with them from 8:00a.m. to 4:00p.m., and I didn't involve in any other practitioners.
Two months later, I was sentenced to two years of forced labor.
“As Dafa disciples, we're against this persecution. And as your Master I don't acknowledge this thing, and I don't acknowledge the whole arrangement the old forces made.” (“Teaching the Fa at the 2002 Fa Conference in Philadelphia, U.S.A.”)
I reminded my fellow practitioners that Master's arrangement for us to help save sentient beings. We don't acknowledge old force arrangements, like our being detained, for example.
Not long after, I appeared to be developing symptoms of heart disease. (I previously never had heart disease.) My heart rate was 140 beats per minute. Despite this, I was still sent to a labor camp. My mind wasn't moved. I thought that no matter what the evil forces were doing, now is the day that Master arranges for us to go home. The old forces are not qualified to test Dafa disciples. Thirty minutes later, they again took me to check my health. My heart rate had risen to 160 per minute. Doctors said that they absolutely didn't want to keep me.
The police didn't want to give up, however, so they took me and two other practitioners to a larger hospital to be examined. At that time my mind wasn't firm enough. I thought about the hospital having modern equipment and wondered if the health report would be the same? When this thought floated up, I denied it quickly. I thought everything was within Master's arrangements, no one was qualified to change it. The doctor ended up saying that I should stay in the hospital for treatment, otherwise my life was in danger.
So I denied the old forces' plan to send me to a labor camp, and I soon returned home.
In April 2005, after the book Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party was published, I stayed at home and printed the books. I could produce 500 to 600 books and ship them to the other cities. I therefore created attachments to doing things, to showing off and zealotry. I eased up on studying the Fa, doing the exercises and cultivating myself, leaving loopholes for the evil.
One day, two officers suddenly came to my home. That day we were going to hold a Fa conference at my place, and two practitioners had arrived. I thought, I can't let the evil persecute other practitioners. I immediately smashed the windows opposite to my home and shouted: “Falun Dafa is good!” to avoid more practitioners from being arrested.
I was arrested and my attachment of fear came out. I missed my home. I went on a hunger strike, but I had been in the labor camp for a year. I continued on a hunger strike, and my health condition got worse. I often fell over. I was dragged back and forth each day, downstairs to upstairs and back. I didn't have strong righteous thoughts. Because my fear was too deep, I was very nervous. This continued for three months.
One morning I had the thought that Master was talking to me: “Haven't you clearly seen your future?” I suddenly thought: “Yes, even if I died, I would still reach consummation. What am I afraid of?” Then I cheered up again, and my attachment to fear was gone.
I went to see the head of our division. Because my health condition was so poor, I planned to give up food to further complicate the situation for the authorities. When she heard what I said, she was angry. “If you give up food, you will bring me trouble. I have many ways to get you into trouble.” I said: “You can do anything you like here, that's your business. What I do is my business.” She found that I didn't have a sense of fear; then she became soft and said she would report it to her boss.
A few days later, on August 4, my husband came to see me. He said: “I will take you home on August 12.” I became very happy that day. However, at that moment, Master gave me a hint: “The old forces' arrangements.” At once a thought flashed into my mind: “I was almost deceived by the old forces, wasn't it the old forces' arrangement?” I fully denied it. I sent forth righteous thoughts all that night. The next day around 10:00 a.m., I was asked to pack up my things and I was back home.
My husband and I sold corn at an outdoor market to make a living. For some time, we were busy selling corn to make ends meet and we hadn't studied the Fa or done the exercises for nearly half a month. At 3 in the morning on September 4, 2004, we were crossing the road on our tricycle. My husband was driving. All of a sudden, a taxi rushed by and knocked me off the bike and onto the ground. My husband was thrown through the windshield of the taxi. When he climbed out, his face and hair were full of glass. He came to me and said: “You are a Dafa disciple. You must stand up. You cannot lie here.” As he spoke, I fell unconscious.
Four hours later, I woke up, lying in a hospital bed. I recalled the car accident and immediately I thought: “I am a Dafa disciple. Master takes care of me. The hospital shouldn't be the place for me to stay.” I said to the taxi driver's father: “I practice Falun Gong, and I would never make trouble for you. I will be fine if I go home. My Master will take care of me.” The man said: “The doctors said you are still in danger.” I said: “The hospital is a bottomless hole, and no matter how much money we spend, it is not enough. We can save the money if I go home.” The man was very moved, and he suggested that I stay for several more days, and once I was out of danger, I could go home. I said: “No, I want to go home now.” They saw that I was very determined, so they took me home.
The accident fractured my skull and caused a stroke, broken pelvis and two swollen balls on my head. After I went home, I was sometimes conscious, and sometimes unconscious. Other practitioners came to send forth righteous thoughts for me. The two lumps on my head gradually disappeared, and I became more and more conscious. When I left the hospital, the doctor said to my son and the taxi driver: “This person will become either a paraplegic or be in a persistent vegetative state.” I laid in bed and thought about what Master said:
"I absolutely will not acknowledge any of those things you arranged in the past, old forces. I don't even acknowledge you." (“Teaching the Fa at the 2002 Fa Conference in Philadelphia, U.S.A.”)
Wasn't the car accident an old force arrangement? I rejected it. I told my son to help me get up. My son said: “No, you've had a stroke, the doctors said you shouldn't move.” I said: “I am Master's disciple, and I listen to Master. I won't listen to other people.”
I insisted, so my son helped me up. I did the first Falun Gong exercise, and when my hands moved, in my mind I said that my movement was accurate. So came the second and third days, I did all five exercises. I felt better and better. A week later, I tried to go to the washroom by myself. It was less than five meters away, but it took me two hours. After that I moved to the chair to walk in the room. After two weeks, my son supported me to walk to attend a wedding reception that was held across from my home. My neighbor said: “You can walk, it is a miracle.” They remarked that Falun Gong is miraculous; that one so badly injured had remarkably recovered.
After three weeks I could walk downstairs and stand outside. Many people have thus witnessed the remarkable nature of Falun Dafa. After five weeks I went to the taxi driver's home, and they didn't recognize me because I had recovered so well. My son told them: “This is my mother.” They was surprised and speechless. They said they would start practicing Falun Dafa. This shows Master's compassion and the mighty power of Dafa.