(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Gong, also called Falun Dafa, in 1994. In raising awareness about the persecution of Falun Gong, I've had good results talking to people when I have their best interests at heart.
My brother, sister, and I have been afraid of our father since we were young, because he was strict and stubborn and had high expectations. He was an official in the provincial government before he retired and is a member of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP).
As you can imagine, it was hard for him to accept all the terrible things the Party has done. “The Party is bad, and corruption is rampant nowadays,” I told him. “The CCP hasn't done anything good for the country. The Party will disintegrate sooner or later.”
He responded angrily, “We wouldn't have a good life without the Party. How dare you speak against it? Leave now! I don't want to see you. Why don't you live the good life instead of looking for trouble?”
I tried a few more times but failed to persuade him, so I sent forth righteous thoughts to clear out all the bad elements in other dimensions controlling him.
We celebrated my father's birthday in 2007. Over 25 relatives came, and I took the opportunity to tell the people there about Falun Gong and the persecution. Around eight agreed to quit their memberships in the CCP and/or its affiliated organizations.
My father heard me talking to my uncle and said, “You are shameless to talk about quitting the Party. Without the Party, we wouldn't have a good life.” He was so angry, that others had to ask him to calm down. He yelled, “My daughter doesn't let me be happy!” Another uncle said, “All right. You've yelled enough and she hasn't said another word. She's in her 50s and no longer a child.”
My father stared at me in anger, “Though she's nearly 60,” he said. “I can still spank her when I'm angry. She is telling everyone that the CCP is bad.”
I couldn't listen anymore and left my father's house with tears in my eyes.
My home is five minutes away from my father's. I cried when I returned home. I asked myself, “How difficult is it to save people? Do I resent my father? Do I still have a human mentality?”
“Forbearance is the key to improving one’s xinxing. To endure with anger, grievance, or tears is the forbearance of an everyday person who is attached to his concerns. To endure completely without anger or grievance is the forbearance of a cultivator.” (“What is Forbearance (Ren)?” in Essentials for Further Advancement)
I finally accepted that I had to let go of my attachments to losing face, prestige, honor, and reputation. I couldn't bear it when my father criticized me in front of others.
Realizing this, I said to Master in my mind, “Master! I am wrong. This is a good opportunity for me to raise my xinxing.” I washed my face and returned to my father's home. No one mentioned the unpleasant incident.
Our relatives left after dinner. I sat beside my father and asked him if he was still angry with me. He said that he'd forgotten the incident. I sent forth righteous thoughts, “My father is a sentient being. I must save him.”
“It's been hard for people of your generation,” I said. “You faced every one of the Party's political movements. Do you know how many people died in those movements?” He said he didn't, so I told him, “Over 80 million. You were almost criticized in public during the Cultural Revolution. Later you were assigned to work in a remote village.”
My father didn't say a word. I continued, “We're not against the Party. Jiang Zemin didn't do anything good for the country. He gave away land to other countries. He launched the persecution of Falun Gong out of jealousy. His faction staged the Tiananmen Square self-immolation incident to frame Falun Gong and incite hatred towards the practice. How come the fire didn't burn the person's hair in the incident? Why didn't the plastic bottle melt in the fire?” My father smiled.
I told him about the Chinese characters on a large rock in Pingtang, Guizhou Province, and showed him the photo with the words, “The CCP will perish.” My father looked at it and said “The Party will collapse.”
“Yes!” I replied. “This is a hint from Heaven. Heaven will disintegrate the Party. The Party is bad. You should renounce it. Don't follow it to its death. I'll give you an alias to quit.” He finally agreed to quit the CCP.
He listened to the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and said that it truly describes the nature of the Party. He often recites “Falun Dafa is great. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is great.” He also raises awareness about the persecution when he talks to his old friends and colleagues.
My mother and I went to my grandparents' home in a village to raise awareness about the persecution. Some of the older people there quit the Party after listening to us, but some of the younger ones refused to listen.
We returned to the village to talk about Falun Gong several times. Every time between 10 and 20 people withdrew from the Party. However, when we went again, fewer people agreed to quit, and some even purposely avoided us.
My cousin was at home with her son. We chatted a little, and I talked about the Party staging the self-immolation incident. She interrupted me, “I don't believe you. How can the government deceive us common people? I don't believe it.”
On our way back home, I said to my mother, “Something's not right. Why did people avoid us today? How come my cousin said she doesn't believe me? Everything has gone so well before. Have we developed a complacent mentality?”
“In the process of cultivating in other settings, too, you have to be careful that you don’t get too engrossed. Demons will probably manipulate that kind of attachment.” (“Eighth Talk,” Zhuan Falun)
We went to the village a few days later. No one tried to evade us this time, and some agreed to quit the Party. I went to my cousin's home. She was not happy to see me and asked why we were there. I answered, “We've come for the safety of your family. We want you to have a good future and not be deceived by the CCP.” She said indifferently, “Thank you for your kindness. We're all fine and safe. Thanks.”
The conversation didn't go well, and my mother suggested that we leave. I couldn't understand had happened to my cousin. We used to be good friends when we were young. I was discouraged and thought I wouldn't go there anymore.
“What I just talked about is one form of demon. It’s really hard to truly save a person, but extremely easy to destroy him. Once your understanding goes too far off your cultivation is over.” (“Sixth Talk,” Zhuan Falun)
I was stunned and realized that I had almost fallen into the old forces' trap. They do not want us to save people, and intend to destroy sentient beings. I said to Master in my heart, “Facing this difficulty, I thought I'd give up, but I know I must not.”
“So looking at things from this perspective, you still need to step up your clarifying the facts some, and still need to do it in greater depth, do it better, and do it more solidly; you absolutely can't just go through the motions. Only when you do it earnestly can you save that many people.” (“Teaching the Fa at the 2004 Chicago Conference”)
I started to read more of the Dafa teachings and send forth righteous thoughts.
After I adjusted my thoughts, I went to visit my cousin and brought her gifts. This time, she greeted me warmly. I said, “You've read Zhuan Falun a few times and were going to learn the exercises, but returned the book to me because you feared the persecution.” She nodded, “Yes, I know. I also know you came here for our sake.”
When I asked if she had read the Dafa materials I gave her, she answered, “I read and understood them all.”
I talked more about the CCP and the crime of organ harvesting from living practitioners. All of my cousin's family agreed that Jiang was very bad and should be brought to justice. They all agreed to quit the Party.