(Minghui.org) In 2007 I moved to another city, where I went out with a new, young practitioner to clarify the truth about Falun Dafa and help people quit the Chinese Communist Party and its affiliated organizations.
While I talked to people, she distributed informational materials about the practice. We also separately handed out Dafa materials in the city. She went to local streets during the daytime, and I went to a nearby community in the evening. We complemented each other’s efforts.
The young practitioner was arrested in March 2012 for handing out the materials. As a new practitioner, she could not withstand the pressure and gave the police my name. I had no hard feelings. I looked within and was full of remorse, because I had failed to fulfill my responsibility to a new practitioner. I should not have let her go out alone.
Several plainclothes officers came to my home and ordered me to go with them. My heart was not moved. I sent righteous thoughts to eliminate all evil factors in other dimensions, without a single thought about myself. After three-and-a-half hours, they left, but had confiscated my computer and printer.
After the officers departed, I sent out one thought that I wanted to go to the police station and send righteous thoughts. The police came back three days later and took me to the station.
I talked to them about Dafa and asked them to release the young practitioner. I told them that she was a child who had led a miserable life and used to be in bad health. After practicing Dafa, she recovered, and she wanted to clarify the truth to people in her hometown so that they, too, could benefit from Dafa. The police listened without saying a word.
Inside the police station, I send righteous thoughts and did not cooperate. In the end, they closed the case.
One member of the 610 Office said, “You were very rational. You said what you should have and you didn’t say anything you shouldn’t. I am a man of my word. You can go home.”
He told me that he would see me for a private conversation in the future. In the end, I walked out of the police station with my head held high.
