(Minghui.org) I am a 66-year-old Falun Dafa practitioner. Our local material production site was ransacked by police in the spring of 2018. We didn’t have enough materials for clarifying the truth. I wanted to help because the elderly practitioner who printed the materials was slow. I asked if I could work with her, but she told me that I should print materials in my own home.
I considered, however my family environment was not conducive to the idea. It occurred to me that Ling (pseudonym), the fellow practitioner living in my building, might be able to set up a material production site, but she refused to consider it.
A few days later a guest visited Ling’s apartment. I thought that this visitor came to help set up the material production site. She didn’t bring it up so I didn’t ask. But, I felt sad in my heart, as I always wanted to set up a material production site.
A few days later, she came to my apartment and said, “I set up a material production site in my home. But I could not handle everything alone, as I am not good at it yet. Can you help me?” She continued, “But the printed materials have to be stored at your home and practitioners would come to your place to pick up the materials. I agreed to whatever she asked. My wish had come true. I know Master helped me. Thank you, Master!
That summer, one of the practitioners who picked up materials from my place was arrested by the police. Both of us heard about it but didn’t feel frightened. We immediately contacted the practitioner's family to rescue him. I tried to contact Ling and was told by her husband that she was picked up by another practitioner and would stay with them due to safety concerns.
Hearing this, my originally calm heart couldn’t stand it anymore. and the feelings of fear and resentment surfaced. I thought to myself, “We are a team. If she is in danger, am I safe?” I immediately returned home, and hid all of Master’s portraits and lectures. I contacted the niece of the arrested practitioner and asked her to advise the fellow practitioner’s son who lived in another city to rescue his father.
When I returned home, I saw a practitioner moving the printing equipment from Ling’s home. I asked, “What about the equipment in my place?” He told me to take care of it myself. I felt so upset that my resentment surfaced. Walking into the storage room, I noticed I had hid Master’s portrait in a very disorderly place. I burst into tears. I asked myself if I were still a Dafa practitioner. I remembered that I have Master. I am not afraid anymore.
Master said,
“My roots are planted in this universe, and so someone would have to be able to harm me in order to harm you, which means that they would have to have the power to harm this universe.” (The First Talk, Zhuan Falun)
Under Master’s protection, who could hurt me? No one! I finally calmed down, and I put Master’s portrait back in the original place. I was relieved that the fellow practitioner who was arrested had not reported the location of our material production site, despite suffering severe torture.
But the production site was gone. Many practitioners were expecting us to provide materials. What should I do?
In October I discussed the possibility of rebuilding our material production site with Ling. She asked if the equipment could be set up in my home since she would stay at her child’s home for a while. I knew my husband wouldn’t agree. But I replied that it would not be a problem. Finally, we successfully set up a material production site in my apartment.
Ling left town and I took on the responsibility of the material production site. My husband asked what was going on. I told him that Ling had gone out of town, and in the meantime, some equipment would be placed at our home. He did not say anything although I felt he knew what was happening. I really appreciated his understanding and support.
My grandson was born in 2009. My husband helped me a lot with my cultivation. He took care of the our grandson whenever he had time so that I could have more time to do Dafa projects. When he went to work, I would deliver the materials to fellow practitioners, taking with me my grandson. Other practitioners joked that I was very strong physically. They were right. Before cultivation, I had poor health and lacked strength; but now, through cultivation, I have gained more strength and a healthy body.
My path of cultivation has been bittersweet, but no matter what happens, I feel immensely proud and gratified knowing that I am a Dafa practitioner.
On the last day of 2020, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) disclosed the outbreak of the Wuhan Virus epidemic. Numerous villages and communities were on lockdown, and restrictions were enforced to enter and exit these areas. It caused many obstacles for us to save people. My family was worried about my safety and warned me not to go out. Eventually our own community locked all the residents down.
Since I am responsible for generating and delivering the truth-clarification materials, I tried my best to deliver them. For example, I passed them over the courtyard wall to the practitioner waiting outside. A few days later, a practitioner informed me that my community had too many security cameras, and she was concerned for her safety. I said that I could go to her community. Sometimes my attachment to fear and resentment would surface because there were also surveillance cameras in her community. However, it doesn’t mean that we can give up. As long as others can use these materials to save people, I will definitely continue to deliver them.
Once, I asked practitioners from our Fa study group if they needed truth-clarification materials. They declined, explaining that they had nowhere to distribute the materials as all the communities were locked down. I felt extremely depressed during those days.
I thought, “What do you mean you don’t want the materials? If you don’t have access to Minghui Weekly, how can you keep up with Master’s Fa-rectification process? What about those sentient beings who are waiting to be saved during the pandemic?” No! No one can block us from doing the right thing. I decided to discuss this with the other practitioners in person.
I was stopped at the gate of my community. The security guard asked me where I was going. I told him I was going to visit my sister-in-law and would be back soon. The guard let me through. I arrived at a fellow practitioner’s apartment successfully. She was so happy that she burst into tears. I regretted not coming a few days earlier. I went back and forth between four separate communities each week, although the communities were strictly closed.
I hoped to resume an in-person Fa-study and learned that one practitioner’s community wasn’t locked down. I asked if it was possible to have the Fa-study group in her apartment. She agreed but told me that since her apartment was brand new there was a chemical smell inside. I told her that Dafa practitioners are not afraid of anything, not to mention the chemical smell. Our in-person Fa-study group resumed.
Nothing can prevent practitioners from cultivation, even the extremely difficult situation like the pandemic. We work as one and employ all means to clarify the truth and save people. I wouldn’t be where I am today without Master’s compassionate protection. Thanks to Master, my material production site is still safe and operating today.