(Minghui.org)
A Life of Suffering
Before practicing Falun Dafa, I often had dreams of not being able to find my home and of painstakingly climbing tall stairs towards a temple far away.
I used to often read books related to ghosts, and I went to see a witch to cure my illness by burning incense and drawing talismans. Those low level ghosts often came to my dreams and harassed me. One night, I dreamed that a litter of kittens came under my comforter and scratched my arm. I still felt the pain even after I awakened.
After I got married, I had dystocia when giving birth to my first child and almost lost my life. My second child died in the seventh month of pregnancy. At 29 years old, I had uterine tumors. Before the surgery, the doctor said that there was no guarantee that I would survive. Beyond those health issues, I had Mastitis, cholecystitis, a constant headache, and a year-round cold. Every day I went to seek medicines and medical treatments and spent lots of money. Not only were my diseases not cured, but I also attracted lots of low level ghosts.
I could not do any physical work and lost all hope of getting better. In order to numb myself, I played Mahjong every day, spent money recklessly, and lived a day-to-day existence.
A Bitter Life Turns Sweet
I started cultivating in Falun Dafa in 1996. When I first heard Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, these words went deep into my heart. After reading just a few pages of Zhuan Falun, I couldn't stop my tears. In my mind, I said to Master, “You are the merciful Master I have been looking for.”
From then on, I studied the Fa every day until midnight and accorded myself with Dafa. I knew my gong potency was going up vertically. All my diseases were gone. I could do any type of work. I eliminated many of my bad habits.
My mother-in-law had four sons and one daughter. In her last few months of life, she could only lay in bed. Her body was covered with scabies. She ate in bed and discharged in bed. Sometimes she had stools more than a dozen times a day. Her daughter stayed with her for only three days, then left. Her other three sons and daughter-in-law barely came to see her. My husband helped only a little bit at the beginning.
I cared for my mother-in-law until she passed away. Every day I fed her water and food, cleaned her body, and washed her diapers. And every day I told her to think of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. Since I started practicing Falun Dafa, I have considered others first and treated everyone around me with the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I often saw beautiful scenes in other dimensions: clouds in the sky slowly floated, fell to the ground, and turned into beautiful flowers; a group of heavenly beauties flew in the sky; the window curtain in my home became transparent, and the flowers on the curtain all connected; moons were all over the sky; trees shined with golden light; a white dragon and a purple dragon danced in auspicious clouds. Once I was reclining on the bed, and a large Falun rotated with a loud whirl in front of me.
Tribulations testing my xinxing also came. Following the principles of Falun Dafa, I became a good person. However, my husband's attitude towards me had reversed. He always looked for flaws and made trouble. When I was reading, he would ask me to do this or that. His temper became rude. One evening I finished the housework and was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and my husband pressured me to watch TV with him. I hesitated for a second, and he got angry and kicked me out of the house. It was a cold winter night. I went into an unheated room outside, and my husband locked me in. I did the sitting exercise there until midnight. By the time I was allowed to get back into the house, my legs had many blisters due to the extremely cold temperature.
On another occasion, I helped my sister-in-law work in the field all day. After I got home in the evening, I laid on the bed due to a toothache. My husband came home, slapped me in my face and said: “If you are dying, die in a far away place.”
Another time, I was in a state of eliminating karma, throwing up and having diarrhea for two months. I kept working every day. My husband didn't even want to come home. I didn't mind all these things, kept helping them, and maintained a positive mindset.
Unwavering Faith
In July 1999, Jiang and the evil Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started persecuting Falun Dafa. The village officials asked all practitioners to sign a guarantee statement saying we give up cultivation. I didn't sign it, but my husband signed it for me. I went to the village office, got back the statement my husband signed, and tore it up. I told the village party secretary: “What my husband signed does not count. Only what I sign counts.” I wrote: “I am determined to cultivate Dafa, and will never change my mind.” The Party secretary was furious, and said, “The whole village will be ruined by you.” He called my husband. At that time, my husband was about to join the CCP, and my son was planning to join the military. My husband came in, slapped me in the face, and grabbed a chair to hit me. My father-in-law also cursed me and said that I was standing in the way of my husband and son's future.
In January 2000, I was going to Beijing to petition for Dafa. I went to the train station and was told there were no more trains that day. I and a few other practitioners decided to walk to Beijing. Thanks to Master's arrangement, after we walked about 10 kilometers we saw a van near the roadside. The driver asked if we were going to Beijing. There were no seats left in the van, so we stood for the duration of the overnight trip.
At dawn, we got to Tiananmen Square. A police officer came to ask me: “Is Falun Dafa a [slanderous word omitted] religion?” I didn’t answer him. The officer asked another practitioner the same question. The practitioner said: “No.” The officer called in a police car. We were brought to a police station. We met many practitioners there. We saw each other as relatives we have not seen for a long time, and we hugged and couldn't help tearing up.
We were brought home by the police. The town official asked: “Who organized that?” I said: “I did.” “Will you practice Falun Gong?” I said: “I will.” We clarified the truth to them. But they were not willing to listen. They hit us with a wooden club, a belt, and then an electric baton. We were black and blue all over with bruises.
I lost consciousness due to electric shock, and then I was awakened by their throwing water on me. Then they shocked me until I passed out again, and again they threw water on me to wake me. My body exuded a burning smell. I didn't feel any pain, but felt I was floating in the air. After I woke up, they asked me again: “Will you practice?” I had no strength to answer, but still managed to nod my head.
At night, we laid on a wood board with injuries all over our bodies, trembled in the cold, and couldn't fall asleep. Then I clearly saw: Master gave every one of us two layers of comforters, yellow and purple/blue, very beautiful. Instantly our bodies were warmed. I told everyone what I saw. All of us were moved.
The next day the town official wrote down five things that slandered Master and Dafa, and asked us to transcribe it and would let us go if we did what they asked. I tore it up and wrote five other things that had the following contents: Falun Dafa is a righteous Fa, I firmly believe in Master, I will cultivate Dafa forever. I was freed since the official didn't see what I wrote. A few days later, the town official came to me and said: “You were not transformed.” They pressured my family members: “Her crime was huge, and she will be killed!” My mother-in-law was shivering with fear. My parents, brothers, sister, and brother-in-law all blamed me, and they wanted me to write a repentance statement. My son also begged me to give up cultivation. In the face of all these tests, I did not waver.
The town officials extorted 5,000 Yuan from my husband. The village fined me 1,200 Yuan. My elder brother worked in the police department and was threatened with being fired. I told them: “I am responsible for what I did; nobody else was involved.” They used all the means they could. I didn't give in. They shouted at me like they were crazy: “You hang yourself! Electrify her! Kill her!”
I was monitored and often harassed. Out of fear, my husband kept a strict eye on me. I was often beaten and abused.
Standing Up for Dafa
The evil's persecution didn't stop me from helping Master rectify the Fa. During the past few years, I followed Master's teachings and tried to save every sentient being who was deceived by the CCP. At the beginning, we didn't have truth clarification materials. So I prepared some materials by hand writing them, and I worked on them until midnight every day. Later, we had printed materials that made truth clarification easier.
My husband knew that I went out to distribute Dafa materials, and he worried about my safety. He brought me to the rice store he ran in another town. One day, a few practitioners in that town went to Tiananmen Square in Beijing to display Falun Gong banners. Among them there were relatives of the town officials. Some people in the town thought I instigated the event. The town officials sent me to my hometown and stated that if I was seen again at my husband's store, the store would be confiscated.
One day, my husband saw that I had a big bag of truth clarification materials. He threw an iron shovel at me and hit my lower back. I had pain in that area for several months. Another day, my husband held a chopping knife and rushed towards me with it. I had this thought in mind: “Don't let him create any more karma.” In an instant the knife dropped to the floor. My husband knew that Dafa was good and that I was a good person. He was angry at me due to his fear of the evil and due to the loss of money.
In March 2001, I wrote a letter to the head of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee using my real name. In the letter I talked about Dafa's beauty and the persecution I went through. Subsequently, I was detained. At the detention center, several practitioners wanted to get out and were considering writing repentance statement. I told them that they should not. One practitioner decided to write the repentance statement, and another two practitioners followed. At night I dreamed that one person fell into a septic tank and brought down another two. I enlightened that with even a tiny bit of something that does not accord with Dafa, in another dimension the cultivation level is dropped. Half-a-month later, I was freed unconditionally.
Along with the progression of the Fa rectification by Master and continuous efforts by practitioners to clarify the truth, more and more people know the truth about Dafa and the persecution. My husband and other family members stand on the side of Dafa. In 2002, a group of evildoing officers from the police department and town government came to my home and harassed me. My sister-in-law rebuked them: “She is the best person in the world. Are you short of money again?” The police left when they saw my sister-in-law raise an iron shovel. My husband also said: “If anyone dares to come here to jeer again, he will not get mercy.”
The town officials who previously persecuted me now greet practitioners. They say that practitioners are people who can really be trusted.
