(Minghui.org) The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) has set up brainwashing centers all over China as a means to persecute Falun Dafa practitioners. In 2009 I was detained in one.
It was a four-story building, and the center occupied the whole building. I was confined alone in a totally dark room on the top floor. There was a bedpan inside the room. The day started at 6:00 a.m.
Guards watched us 24 hours a day in three shifts. Every shift had three guards.
I refused to eat or drink. I felt hungry on the third day.
In March the heat was turned off, but it was still very cold at night. The bed was dirty and squeaked with my every move.
Cold, hungry, and lonely, I asked myself, “Are you frightened?” I answered, “No. I have Master, as well as the sentient beings who put infinite hope me.”
I remembered Master said: “When his appetite arises, he will want to eat; otherwise he will feel hungry.” (Lecture Eight in Zhuan Falun)
I thought these were feelings and desires that belong to humans. They are attachments to be removed in cultivation. My understanding from Master's Fa is that we will obtain godhood only after we let go of human attachments.
At that instant, a wave of energy poured into my body. I sat in the lotus position, held one palm erect, and sent a strong righteous thought, “...the Fa rectifies the Cosmos; the Evil is completely eliminated.” (“The Two Hand Positions for Sending Forth Righteous Thoughts.” from Essentials for Further Advancement II)
Lights inside and outside the room went out. Someone outside shouted, “Strange. Why are the lights off?”
I continued. Circles of light radiated out from my body. I was under Master's protection, surrounded by energy. Joy filled my heart.
The guards tried to talk me out of my hunger strike on the fourth day. The head of the center came with three guards and pressured me to go downstairs to watch TV.“I don't watch TV even at home.” I answered calmly.
He looked very strict at first. As I sent righteous thoughts to dismantle the evil behind him, he eased up. In the end, he begged me, “I know you don't watch the [anti-Falun Dafa] videos. It's ok to watch any TV program. You pick what you want to watch, and we will watch with you. If you don't want to watch TV, we will just go downstairs and talk.”
I looked at him and wished he would be saved by Dafa. I stood up and followed them downstairs. Although I didn't eat or drink for four days, I felt my body was light.
The TV was on. Everyone left except for one woman. She said, “Let's watch TV.” I said nothing.
The TV went off just as she sat down. She stood up, walked to the door, and hit the light switch, “Why is the power off? The power rarely goes out.” She looked at me and didn't said anything else.
It was the fifth day of my hunger strike. The head of the guards said, “You are amazing. You haven't eaten or drank anything for days, but you can still mop the floor. I can't survive if I miss one meal. Dafa is miraculous. I really admire you.”
We then had a long talk. I told him of the heavenly law that “good and evil have their consequences. Those who persecute practitioners will be held accountable. Being kind to Dafa practitioners is being kind to oneself.” He nodded.
At last he told me that, out of fear of arousing sympathy for practitioners, guards were not allowed to talk to practitioners in private. There had to be three people present. He added, “I was unwilling to listen to you. But I felt you spoke for my wellbeing. Thank you.”
In the following days, he always asked me questions, and he thought that I was very intelligent. I said Dafa made a person more intelligent and wise. He said that he believed it.
I ended my hunger strike on the sixth day.
One morning I was asked to take care of another practitioner on hunger strike.
He did not have any extra clothes, so I took him mine so I could wash his. He murmured, “Something in the hem.” I reached into the hem and found a small roll of white cloth and put it in my pocket.
I washed his clothes. His briefs were stained. I carefully washed and cleaned all of them. The guards watched quietly. The team leader later said to me, “While you were washing, I noticed your every move was full of passion. I feel comfortable and at peace when I'm near you. I don't know why.” I replied, “A practitioner's compassionate heart is like gold.” He added, “It shines everywhere.”
The piece of cloth listed the names of around 30 people who agreed to quite the CCP and its affiliated organizations, and it listed some persecution cases. I admired the fellow practitioner and was very grateful for Master's guidance.
The team leader got an order to play a video that defamed Falun Dafa. I said to him, “You clearly know that's a lie. If you play it, you are doing a bad deed. If you don't want to do it, no one will force you, including your boss.”
He doubted me, but did what I said. No one questioned him. His confidence in Dafa increased. He quit the CCP.
The head of the brainwashing center has persecuted many practitioners, and he was notorious for his evil deeds. He cursed practitioners all during the force-feedings. He slapped a practitioner in the face more than 60 times without stopping.
One morning he went door to door and shouted CCP propaganda/slander into every room. I heard him and understood how he had been misled.
When he opened the door, I greeted him with a smile, “Come in, please.”He smiled, too. “It sounds like this is your house. You are quite polite.” I said in my heart, “Master asks us to play the leading role in any situation. This is no exception.”
He asked, “Do you still practice?” I replied, “I have believed in Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance since my first glance. I will never change.” He said, “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I said, “Since you also agree about Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, we have no dispute here.” I continued, “I know you don't understand that heaven is going to eliminate the CCP.”
He quickly said, “You've gotten into politics and want to seize power.”
I said, “I wouldn't have practiced Falun Dafa if I wanted politics and power. I was in mid-level management and a strong candidate for a higher level. There is no conflict between practicing Dafa and being a leader. But the persecution forced me to pick only one. Eliminating the CCP is heaven's will. We just pass the message to save people. We do not force people to believe it. This is not getting into politics.”
He said, “The CCP gives you food, drink, and a salary. But you are against it.”
“Doesn't the CCP say ordinary people are its food and clothing providers? Why do you say the CCP provides us ordinary people food and clothing? Why do you change the provider and receiver?”
He said, “The CCP makes me the official. I say it's good.”
I told him, “A tree whose roots are rotten can fall at any time. Isn't it dangerous to stand under it? The CCP is like the tree with rotten roots. We did not ask you to dig it out or pull it. We just ask you to leave it, to leave the danger. This is for your safety and being responsible for your life.”
When I was going to send righteous thoughts, I thought I would collect all the evil in our area under my palm and dissolve it. Just as I started, a practitioner in another room showed up at her window and cried out, “Send righteous thoughts now. The evil is coming.”
She had been on a hunger strike and lying in bed. I had never heard her speak, and I never knew she could see other dimensions. I seldom saw anything in other dimensions. Master was encouraging me to concentrate more on dissolving the evil. At first, I felt the space was murky, but it cleared up slowly as we were sending righteous thoughts.
A practitioner lost consciousness and fell down in the corridor. I said to the guards, “Tell your boss and ask him to let the practitioner go home.” They replied that it was useless. Only dying practitioners had been released. I told them I would ask their boss if they wouldn't. At that moment, someone called me to go downstairs, their boss was waiting for me.
The head of the center said he would discuss history with me. I sent righteous thoughts silently and did not hear anything he said.
About 10 minutes later, he stood up for a couple of minutes; he looked like he had lost his train of thought.
I walked up to him and said, “You are done. Go upstairs. Someone fainted in the corridor. Let him go home now. You will be held accountable if he dies.”
He said, “Let's go upstairs and check.”
I kept sending righteous thoughts in the corridor. He called the practitioner's family to take him home after he left the practitioner's cell.
The guards suggested that I pay a bribe to get out earlier. I refused. I knew that no one could determine my path except Master.
Two and a half months passed. Seven of the eight guards withdrew from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. The eighth said he was not a member of the CCP. I was delighted because these lives were saved.
The door opened, and three guards came in all excited: “Hurry up! Get ready to go home.” One had his thumb up as he said to me, “You are great.” Another one said, “We all respect you.” The last one said, “This is not a good place. Don't forget that 'thing' when you get home.” I knew he meant his resignation from the CCP. I said, “Don't worry. I won't forget.”
My every cultivation experience is a story about Master's taking care of practitioners. As a disciple, I can only be more diligent in cultivation in return for Master's mercy.