Clarifying the Truth in a Coal Mine
(Minghui.org) I work as the chief engineer in a coal mine in a remote mountain. There are no other Falun Dafa practitioners around.
I understood perfectly the importance of clarifying the truth, so when I went home to visit, I brought back Dafa materials to post and distribute.
Everybody knows I am the one responsible for putting up Dafa information all over the place, but nobody reports me.
I maintain my righteous thoughts and harbor no fear. When I run into people, I remind them to remember and say “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!”
I tell them, “Do it often and you will be blessed!”
They smile and move on.
The inclined shaft of our coal mine extends down from an open-air pit, which is an air trap, so spontaneous combustion of the exposed coal bed, which is constantly exposed to the hot sun, is a frequent occurrence.
High pressure fire extinguishers are used to put out the fires. After that, the area is backfilled with treated soil.
One day I was making the rounds when I noticed a young man of about 18 putting out a fire.
I knew the young man. He was from a farm. When his mother died, his father brought him along to work in the coal mine.
I thought to myself, “He’s just a boy. Putting out that fire is too dangerous a job for him. Yes, he’s been trained but he does not have enough experience. What if there’s an accident?”
I went over and said to him, “You go to the back. I’ll take care of this.”
Not long after I took over the fire extinguisher, I felt powerful heat coming my way. I didn’t even have time to react when a force pulled me back about 20 feet. I fell down. The spot where I was standing was buried under a huge pile of rubble.
I knew it was Master who saved me.
The young man watched the whole thing happen.
In shock and relief, he said to me, “You are really something! It looked like you were flying when you jumped back! If you hadn’t taken over for me, I would have died today.”
I replied, “I am a cultivator of Falun Dafa. My Master protected me.”
Then I taught him to say, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!”
I told him, “If you sincerely recite these words, Dafa’s Master will take care of you, too.”
I added, “Remember that well. And also remember not to believe whatever the Communist Party tells you. They are just lies concocted to deceive you.”
The young man said, “Yes, I’ll remember.”
Because of our inclined shaft, we cannot use a winch to lift and transport gangue and other refuse soil for the first 150 feet, so we have to use a small diamond diesel dump truck.
One day I was doing my on-site inspection when I noticed a fuel tank cover on the ground. I picked it up and went over to the dump truck and gestured for the driver to come down.
I showed him the cap and asked, “Does this belong to your truck? Make sure you screw it back on to protect the filter from clogging.”
Puzzled, he started say, “How did that come off?”
Before he could get the words out of his mouth, the shed above his truck suddenly collapsed. Everybody scampered for safety. The fallen gangue and four or five beams crashed onto his truck, smashing it.
The driver turned deathly pale.
Even years later, whenever he ran into me, he still thanked me profusely.
I told him, “It was Dafa’s Master who saved you. Thank him.”
For decades, the evil Communist Party has been brainwashing Chinese people with its Party culture, coercing people to accept without question its indoctrination.
Especially in 1999, when Jiang Zemin launched the persecution of Falun Gong, the Party spread lies and rumors about Falun Gong, turning people against practitioners by poisoning them, convincing them that practitioners self-immolate, murder, and are forbidden to seek medical help even if they are sick.
In October 2004, I was clarifying the truth to about a dozen mine workers, when a farm laborer piped up, “You say Falun Gong is good, but that’s not what the Central Television (CCTV) says. Three years ago in our village, a young mother left her five-month-old baby to go to Beijing and never returned. How heartless!”
Those present all nodded in agreement.
I told them, “You all have family. We all have parents and children. Who doesn’t want to live with our loved ones in peace and harmony?
“The Communist Party controls the media and allows only its one-sided propaganda to be publicized, while Falun Gong practitioners get no voice to speak up on our own behalf.
“Falun Gong practitioners trusted our government. That’s why we went to Beijing to appeal. But the government didn’t allow us to speak up.
“We were arrested or beaten. Most have been tortured. Many have since been tortured to death.
“Falun Gong practitioners live according to the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance to be better people. Is that wrong?
“Sir,” I said to the farm laborer, “remember that young woman. When she returns, she will tell you what happened to her. If she doesn’t return, you will know the Party has claimed yet another victim.”
Then I went on to relate a personal incident.
“In 1991 I was on a train to Guangzhou on a business trip. Sitting across from me was an old man. I noticed he was staring at a young man all the way until the young man got off the station.
“I asked him if he knew the young man. He said no.
“I asked, ‘Then, why are you watching him with so much interest?’
“He said, ‘My son is about his age.’
“I still didn’t understand, so he explained: ‘My son went to Beijing for university. My wife and I haven’t heard from him since June 4, 1989. I went to his university to look for him. They told me school was out for the summer since before June 4 and nobody was there to answer any of my queries. So my wife and I have been waiting and waiting…’
“I was so saddened by what he said and felt so impotent witnessing his pain.”
I told those present, “The Party said no shot was fired and no one was killed on June 4. At the time, we all, including myself, believed what the Party told us.”
The workers all concurred, “That is the truth. The Party said nobody was killed, but many were killed. It seems the Party is capable of doing anything.”
I said, “Likewise with Falun Gong. The Party churns out nothing but lies.”
They nodded, convinced.
Thinking about the insults and injuries Dafa disciples suffered when we went to Beijing to appeal and about all the atrocities, including live organ harvesting, the Party has heaped upon us, I burst out into loud sobs.
Dafa disciples adhere to our faith to be good people and to save all sentient beings, but the Party persecutes us.
How many have no home or family? How many are locked up in prisons, brainwashing centers, or psychiatric wards? How many have had their organs harvested while still alive?
Those murdered and maimed are impossible to count.
The Communist Party is evil to the extreme. Its crimes cry out to the high heavens.
I am the kind of person who never cries, except for this.
This is etched in my memory for all eternity.
This is something that helps to strengthen my resolve to stay true to my cultivation, to do whatever Master requires.
I will do well the three things. I will look inward without fail. I will always bear in mind I am a Dafa disciple. I will clarify the truth and save as many sentient beings as I can. I will fulfill my prehistoric vow.