(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner in a rural area and am almost 70 years old. The following are some of my experiences validating the Fa.
In March 1999, a friend told me, “There is a qigong practice that makes you healthy without taking any medicine.” I said, “I’m not sick, but my sister is. She should practice it.” My friend gave me a copy of Zhuan Falun.
I read the book first and thought, “This book is so good!” So I read it a second time, but I still hadn’t had enough, so I read it a third time. I held it in my hands and thought, “This book is so well written, the author is great beyond words, I really admire him.” I realized that Master Li, the author, is a Buddha. This is how I started to practice Dafa.
I wanted to read the book all the time—I just couldn’t put it down. I even took it with me when I traveled, and I read it whenever I had time.
After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began persecuting Dafa in July 1999, I firmly believed that Dafa was good, and I was not afraid of death.
I have been illegally detained three times. They tried to force me to quit practicing, but I refused to. Master is so compassionate and great, I won’t quit no matter what—that’s what I thought during those times.
I was held in a detention center. During the lunch break, fellow practitioners and I meditated while everyone else was sleeping. The director came in and told us, “Don’t do that, don’t do that.” I opened my eyes and said, “Director, even if you shoot us, we will still practice.” The director lowered his head, was silent for a few seconds, and left.
One day the detention center director said, “Upper level officials are coming for an inspection; everyone, abide by the rules!” Four people came. I sat on the edge of the bed in the lotus position and sent forth righteous thoughts. One of them came over and asked what I was doing. I replied calmly, “Falun Gong. It is a righteous practice, and it has been falsely maligned.” They didn’t say anything and left. The prisoners in the cell were amazed: “How did you dare to say that? We don’t dare say anything.”
Every day I wrote notes such as “Falun Dafa is good, it heals illness,” “The Tiananmen self-immolation was staged by the CCP,” and so on and gave them to the guards and the director. Master made it clear:
“Clarifying the truth is the master key.” (“Fa Teaching Given at the 2003 Atlanta Fa Conference,” Collected Teachings Given Around the World Volume IV)
When the police understand the truth, they will not be too hard on you.
I saw the director from the window of my cell once, so I hurried to the window: “Director, Falun Dafa is good. We have been wronged and should not stay here.” The director listened and didn’t make a sound.
On the 12th day, I was released.
Over the years when the police have come to my house to harass me, I have regarded them as sentient beings and interacted with them without resentment or fear.
Three officers came to the house when I had a stack of Dafa materials on the table. When one of them saw it, he started to reach out. Instantly I said firmly, “You can’t touch them!” He pulled back, and I told them where to sit. I sat across from them in the lotus position and sent righteous thoughts. After a moment of silence, one of them said, “You are still practicing.” My husband came in from the kitchen and said, “She has to practice—as long as she is alive.” I thought to myself, “Are you here to persecute me?” Suddenly, the following teaching came to me, and I told them what Master Li said:
“Persecuting Dafa disciples is in fact the persecutors persecuting themselves. That is something determined by the nature of the cosmos.” (“Fa Teaching Given at the 2004 Western U.S. Fa Conference,” Collected Teachings Given Around the World Volume V)
All three just stared at me until one of them asked, “When did he say that?” I told them Master had said it in a lecture abroad. No one spoke. I took out three Falun Gong flyers, one for each of them, and said “Take a good look at this. It can bring you blessings. You must remember that Falun Dafa is good, and you must not persecute Dafa practitioners.” They took the flyers and left.
When people from the township police station came to my house, I welcomed them and invited them in. “Sit down, please. What do you have to say?” One of them turned on a video recorder and asked if I still practiced. I said, “Why not? Dafa is so good. It has miraculous effects when it comes to curing diseases. It is wrong to persecute us.” I told myself that I should take the lead in the conversation, so I kept talking.
A policeman said, “Oh, you are a lecturer.” They laughed and left. A year later, one of the policeman called me and asked, “Ma’am, are you still practicing Falun Dafa?”
I replied, “Of course.”
“Okay, it’s fine,” he said.
When I came back from working in the fields last spring, two police officers showed up, verified my identify, and then asked if I still practiced Falun Gong. I said, “Dafa is so good, how could I not? First, Dafa has miraculous effects in dispelling diseases. Second, it requires one to value virtue and do good.”
The two laughed and said, “Go ahead and practice.”
I continued, “Dafa teaches Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. How can Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance be evil? Tell your director what I just said.”
“You should practice,” one of them said, “but don’t go out and distribute materials.”
“Dafa is so good. If I don’t tell people, how will they know?” They left and didn’t come back.
Clarifying the truth about Dafa to save sentient beings is our mission. Wherever I go, I speak about Dafa without fear. I was passing by a grove and five or six people were chatting. I said to them, “Hey, guys, here is something about Falun Dafa.” “Oh, we’re looking for it. Dafa is really good. The more we know about it, the better,” one of them said.
Another one asked, “Aren’t you afraid? What if the police see you?”
I smiled and said, “The police also have to know the truth. We are not evil!”
I have met very few people who have opposed me when I clarified the truth. One time, I brought three enormous bags of materials to a farmers’ market, and the villagers took everything I had.