(Minghui.org) I used to enjoy reading fairy tales, such as the Journey to the West, when I was little. I especially remember that the Monkey King shouted, “I have a master.” Tears covered my face, but I could not figure out why I cried.

In the blink of an eye, this naive little girl grew up, yet I continued to wonder why we came to this earth, and continued to dream of meeting a master who could enlighten me. I was fortunate to read the book Zhuan Falun in April 1998. It was just like a fairy tale. I have since had a master. I was 23 years old that year.

In a dream I had, I swore that I would persist in cultivating in Falun Dafa, and would never sway, even if I was the only person on earth. Happy times always fly by quickly.

Jiang Zemin, the former Party leader, and his regime launched the persecution of Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999. Even our remote area was not spared. I was harassed and threatened repeatedly, and illegally detained by the local police. In the detention center, we were not allowed to do the exercises or study the Fa. So we repeatedly recited Master’s poems published from Hong Yin and Essentials for Further Advancement.

A guard once saw me and and an auntie doing the exercises. He said I was responsible for that, and put ankle shackles and handcuffs on me. However, I didn’t feel any pain, and I was still able to sit in the lotus position.

In my dream that night, Master gave me a spoonful of white powdered sugar. I recall that it was delicious. That dream is still fresh in my memory. At that time, I eliminated the attachment to food. I didn’t feel hungry, even if I didn’t eat, or ate just one meal a day. I felt full of energy throughout the day.

Validating Dafa at Tiananmen Square

I went to Tiananmen Square multiple times to appeal for Dafa in 2000 and 2001. I shouted, “My Master is Innocent” and “Falun Dafa is the Righteous Fa.”

I made banners that read, “Falun Dafa is Good” and “Falun Dafa is the Righteous Fa” on October 1, 2001. A fellow practitioner and I took the train to Beijing and went to Tiananmen Square. I was waiting for the fellow practitioner to open his banner first, but I couldn’t find him after walking around Tiananmen Square.

I saw more and more people arriving at Tiananmen Square and decided to take the first step, as I was there to assist Master in Fa-rectification and should not rely on anyone else. I went to a place with foreign tourists and took out the banner. I held it high above my head and yelled out, “Master is innocent, Falun Dafa is good, Falun Dafa is the righteous Fa, and persecuting Falun Dafa is a sin!” I shouted as I walked around the square.

There were many Falun Dafa practitioners on Tiananmen Square who joined me. The strong voices of fellow practitioners resounded through the sky, coming from all directions, “Falun Dafa is the righteous Fa, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I didn’t hear the sirens anymore. The police officers snatched our banners, and punched and kicked us. They were like a group of wild wolves pouncing on unarmed lambs. All practitioners were pushed into a police van.

We were taken by bus to the Changping Detention Center in Beijing, where we arrived in the early evening. The detention center was brightly lit, and every cell block consisted of multiple cages made of welded steel bars. An auntie and I were locked up in the same cell, but in separate cages. We didn’t know each other.

This kind auntie was about 50 years old. She and I agreed in a whisper that we must get out of there. I told the guard I needed to go to the restroom. But he cursed at me and didn’t allow me to go. Then the auntie said she would go first. She gave me her vest, and I told her in a low voice to try her best to take a long time. She nodded knowingly.

After the guard took the auntie to the restroom, I asked Master in my heart to help me open the iron cage, as I must go out to validate the Fa and spread the truth. I tried my best to pull the steel bars to both sides, and gradually the steel bars seemed to loosen up a little bit. I remembered what Master said about “Martial Arts Qigong”:

“If that supernormal ability is used well, a piece of rock can be crushed with a hand. Isn’t this the hard qigong?” (Lecture Six, Zhuan Falun)

I kept asking Master to help me open the steel bar by using my supernormal ability. As expected, I got out of the iron cage.

I put the vest on the stool, opened the wood door, and went into the yard. The wall was very high. The courtyard gate was locked without any guard present. I could hear voices coming from the rooms with the lights on, but I wasn’t afraid, as I believed that I could get out with Master’s protection.

I walked to the side of the courtyard and found a big bus parked against the wall. I climbed to the top of the bus, but still couldn’t touch the top of the wall. So I had to get off the bus. I kept asking for Master’s blessing. I then put a chair on top of the bus and stepped on the chair to reach the top of the wall. Thus, I could touch the top of the wall, but still couldn’t get onto the top of the wall. So I asked Master to open my heavenly circuit. In an instant, I became very light and jumped easily on to the wall. Thank you, Master!

People passing by were shocked when they saw me jump down from the wall. Under Master’s protection, I walked out of Changping Detention Center in Beijing. I subsequently continued working on Fa-rectification projects.

Whenever I think of this, I am infinitely grateful to Dafa and Master for his protection.

A Recent Experience

A few days before I wrote this sharing article, I spotted a propaganda poster in a bustling downtown area that was put up by the evil Party to poison sentient beings. After I got home, I sent forth righteous thoughts to help me find a way to get rid of this poster. I also asked for Master’s help in destroying the poster. I hoped there would be a heavy rain that night. But it was a sunny day, and there was no sign of rain that night.

After sending righteous thoughts at midnight, I wondered if I should go and destroy the poster. After a while, I heard it rain. It got louder and louder. I thanked Master, got my rain gear, and left home. When I was about to rush to the poster, I saw a man playing on his cellphone by the poster. His motorcycle was parked beside him. I was taken aback for a moment. I then slowly and calmly walked in the opposite direction. That man looked at me from time to time.

I asked for Master’s help. I sent righteous thoughts to have the man leave quickly so I could destroy the poster. I needed to help sentient beings. The rain stopped, but there was no sign that the man would leave. Suddenly, a sentence of Fa appeared in my mind:

“It is a very easy thing to control an everyday person’s mind.” (Lecture Three, Zhuan Falun)

I knew that Master was by my side. I sent a thought to direct the man, who was focused on playing on his cellphone, “Leave quickly. I need to destroy the poster, and no one can intervene.” As if receiving an order, that man put away his phone, drove past me on his motorcycle, and left.

Seeing that there was no interference around me, I removed the poster, and threw it into the trash can.