(Minghui.org) Many practitioners in my county filed lawsuits against Jiang Zemin last year. About 200 practitioners were later harassed by police and some were arrested. The practitioners in the area tried to rescue them and expose the persecution publicly. I was so busy during this time that I essentially overlooked my own cultivation.
I had a dream one night that I was a female knight in ancient times. I jumped onto the roof of my house and killed a group of bandits with flying knives. Another group of about seven bandits were approaching my house on horseback. I only had one pair of flying knives left. I was wondering how I could use them to eliminate their leader when I woke up.
I was busy the next morning and did not think about my dream. A while later, a police vehicle pulled up to my house and about seven officers entered our home. They looked around and wanted to do a search. I told them no. They wanted to arrest me and my husband. I clarified the truth to them, but they still wanted to arrest us. I told them that I could go with them, but that my husband would not.
While we walked out, my mother-in-law asked the police chief where he hid our scissors. He said he put them on the windowsill.
While I was being held at the local police station, I recognized the police chief as the leader of the bandits in my dream. He had been afraid of the scissors sitting in our hallway, so he hid them.
I realized that the dream was a hint from Master, but I had not enlightened.
They arrested my husband a short time later and took him to a different police station.
The police searched our home and found many Falun Gong books. They wanted to confiscate the books, but my father-in-law stopped them. An officer found a dozen cellphones that I used to clarify the truth. He put them aside and did not give them a second thought. They did not find any other Falun Dafa materials. A fellow practitioner came to my home later that day and took the cellphones away to protect me.
The police returned to our house the next day to look for the cellphones, but found nothing.
The practitioners in our area paid great attention to our arrests.
They exposed the incident and posted information about the perpetrators on the Internet very quickly. Some practitioners came to my home to send righteous thoughts for several hours at a time. Some gathered at another practitioner’s home to send righteous thoughts. A coordinator encouraged my parents-in-law to go to the police department and the local police station to request our release.
The coordinator then organized practitioners to send righteous thoughts to support my parents-in-law.
The main entrance of the police department required fingerprint recognition to enter, and there was no way for outsiders to walk in. But my parents-in-law got through this door easily, and someone then opened the door on the first floor for them.
The Domestic Security Division was on the third floor. Someone also opened the third-floor door for them. It seemed like everything had been arranged for them.
The Domestic Security Division office was empty. My parents-in-law walked into the next room and clarified the truth to the officer sitting there. The officer disagreed with what they said and started to rebut their comments. The lights suddenly went off and a computer exploded. The computers in the next room also exploded a moment later. The lights all over the third floor had gone dark and all the computers exploded. The police officer had just been using his computer and was terrified and ran outside. We later learned that the explosions cost the police department tens of thousands of yuan.
My parents-in-law went to the police station to talk to the police chief. They also called the station on the phone. It was the first time they had joined our group efforts to rescue fellow practitioners, and it greatly moved their minds.
I was released and returned home seven days later. My mother-in-law happily told me that fellow practitioners had cooperated very well and that everyone had done their very best.
The first evening I was in custody, the head of the Domestic Security Division interrogated me. He told me that another practitioner had also been arrested and that the police had ransacked his home and confiscated computers, printers, and other things. The chief said this practitioner would be sentenced to five to eight years.
I worried about the practitioner and kept sending righteous thoughts for him while I was detained. After my release I discussed his case with other practitioners. We adopted many ways to rescue him. The practitioner was released and returned home 37 days later.
My father-in-law started to feel pain in his ribs several days ago. He tried to endure the pain, but it was getting severe. He asked us to send righteous thoughts for him. An hour later, around midnight, he told us that we should just go back to our rooms because his pain had intensified.
He said the pain had moved to his heart. He also looked pale, and he vomited the food he had eaten at dinner.
I asked him if he had entertained the thought of going to the hospital. He said he had not and that he would let Master decide whether he lived or died. I told him that evil beings were coming to take his life and that we must continue sending forth righteous thoughts. I said that we needed to eliminate the evil in other dimensions so his physical body could experience changes, and that we should not doubt the power of our righteous thoughts.
“I might have too much karma,” he said. “You can go. Let me endure it.”
“No, this is not karma elimination,” I told him. “It’s persecution. We should not acknowledge it.”
My father-in-law had done something to add to the persecution of Falun Dafa practitioners a few years ago. I reminded him that he already realized his wrongdoings. “Master is here,” I said, “and we should not acknowledge persecution from the evil.”
We kept sending righteous thoughts throughout the night until 8:00 a.m. His symptoms soon disappeared and he fell sleep. I knew that Master had protected him.