(Minghui.org) I was arrested for talking to people about Falun Dafa at the marketplace. I was then taken to a detention center.

I looked within and realized that I had not been focused when studying the Fa or sending forth righteous thoughts. I also had a strong attachment to fear and took clarifying the truth as a job and not as part of my cultivation. The evil then took advantage of my shortcomings and attachments.

I asked for Master's help to get out of the detention center and to give me another opportunity to cultivate better.


My first thought was to study the Fa and send forth righteous thoughts. However, I could not recall any of Master's teachings or send righteous thoughts, because my mind was being interfered with by wrong thoughts.

I tried to explain the facts of Falun Dafa to the inmates, but they refused to listen to me. They began to slander Dafa and Master instead.

Afterward, I often heard the Dafa exercise music and realized that Master was encouraging me to do the exercises. I could not eliminate the mental pressure and fear, so I did not dare to do them.

One night, there was a storm that lasted for half an hour. The thunderstorm was so loud that it seemed to be right above the detention center. All the inmates in my cell were scared and sat up, but I could not move or open my eyes.

I heard an inmate say, “Your Master is here to save you.” I felt that way in my heart as well. Master saw that I could not break through the old forces that were persecuting me and helped eliminate the evil in other dimensions. I shed tears, knowing that I had not lived up to Master's expectations.

Through my hazy vision, I saw rotating objects like Falun flying out of my body. I was surprised and thought, “Has Master left me and taken away the things that were given to me?” I calmed down and eliminated that negative thought.

Of course Master was still with me, or he would not have let me see these things. Master was encouraging me to take the first step. I asked Master for strength.

I sat up and began to do the meditation exercise, but the inmates next to me pushed me down and said, “Don't do it! They will beat you up.” I tried to do the meditation two more times but was unsuccessful.

The next day, the inmate in charge of my cell told the guard on duty that I had tried to do the exercises. The guard told him, “Let him.” His answer surprised me. I was finally able to do the exercises. Being able to break through this barrier greatly strengthened my confidence.

Refusing the Inmate Uniform and Forced Labor

I could only do the Dafa exercises when I was outside and not working. I did not have time to send forth righteous thoughts, however.

I then recalled an experience-sharing article by a practitioner who said he refused to wear the inmate's uniform, to do forced labor, or to follow the guards’ orders. I was determined to get over this tribulation and asked Master to strengthen my righteous thoughts. It took two days to be able to do it.

I was often beaten, but I remained firm and determined. I told the guards, “I didn't break any laws or commit any crimes.” When it was hard for me to withstand the torture, I asked for Master's help. The beatings would soon be over, and I had a whole day to send forth righteous.

Sending Forth Righteous Thoughts All Day

The inmates monitored me in the evening and did not allow me to sleep, do the Dafa exercises, or send forth righteous thoughts. I later remembered a line from Master's poem: “Just one step further and you've entered Heaven.” (“Dragon Springs” from Hong Yin III)

I looked at the floor and saw that it was just one step away from the bed. No matter what happened, I wanted to take that step. I asked Master for help to not let the guards and inmates stop me.

I jumped off the bed and sat down on the floor to send forth righteous thoughts. Several inmates began to hit me, shout, and curse at me. They tried to take me back to the bed, but to no avail. A guard asked through the intercom what was going on and said, “Let him do it.”

Although I was able to send righteous thoughts, the inmates later did not let me sleep for four consecutive nights, beating and cursing at me all the while. I had two broken ribs and lost consciousness twice.


In the past, I would only shout "Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good" when I was being beaten. I later learned that other practitioners would shout this every day.

I began to do the same every morning and afternoon during break time outside. Gradually, several inmates in the other cells expressed their support.

One day during break time, the other inmates began shouting to support me while someone also shouted, "Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!"

The guards walked around and did not stop us. A few inmates continued to shout "Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good" as they were going back to the cell.

After dinner that day, three cell heads said they wanted to quit the Youth League and the Young Pioneers. One of them asked the other inmates to quit the Communist Party and its affiliated organizations.

Hunger Strikes

The persecution in the detention center greatly lessened after some time, but I was still detained. I looked within to find out why I had not been released. The only thing that came to mind was that I should go on a hunger strike to protest the persecution and to completely eliminate the attachment of fear.

I had gone on a hunger strike before, but I stopped on the second day after a guard threatened to force-feed me. I saw how other practitioners were force-fed and how their health worsened, and that frightened me.

I was determined to succeed this time. There was no interference the first seven days of my hunger strike. The evening of the seventh day, the detention center head found out I was on a hunger strike and ordered the guards to transfer me to another cell. There, they tied me to a metal bed and tried to force-feed me.

I was very weak, but my mind was still clear. I sent forth righteous thoughts, so the two doctors trying to force-feed me failed after about five unsuccessful attempts.

Local practitioners learned that I was on a hunger strike and came to the detention center with my family members to demand my release the next night. After some negotiations, I was released.

Under Master's protection and reinforcement, this tribulation was dissolved and I was saved.

Thank you, Master! Thank you to all the practitioners who helped me.