(Clearwisdom.net) In June 2000, I was sent to a new forced labor camp dispatch center in Beijing especially created for the persecution of Falun Gong practitioners. One day, the first group of practitioners who were sent there and I were all called into the courtyard to receive "military training." During the training, a police officer asked a practitioner to sing a song composed for forced labor camp prisoners.
This practitioner immediately began reciting "Lunyu," (the Foreword appearing at the beginning of Falun Dafa books) "'The Buddha Fa' is most profound..." The policeman began screaming as if he went mad. He pushed her inside an office and cursed at her, forcing her to squat at courtyard with her face toward the wall.
However, at the moment she squatted, the sunny sky suddenly changed, a strong wind began to blow and sand and dust began flying all over. The policeman was flustered and hastily took us back into the prison cell and ordered us to sit down, so he could continue to torture the practitioner who recited "Lunyu."
We didn't sit down. My tears gushed out right after the practitioner was pushed into the office. I regretted being so cowardly and not reciting with her. Ever since that moment, "Lunyu" had been appearing in my mind's eye, and it became stronger and stronger. Finally, it broke out of my mouth with the momentum of a mountain flood breaking loose, "'The Buddha Fa' is most profound. Among all the theories in the world, it is the most intricate and extraordinary science. In order to explore this domain, humankind must fundamentally change its conventional thinking. Otherwise, the truth of the universe will forever remain a mystery to humankind, and everyday people will forever crawl within the boundary delimited by their own ignorance."
I couldn't tell if I began reciting first, but with the other six practitioners, we thundered the words in unison. It was the most powerful, most determined cry from the depths of our hearts and the profoundness of our true beings!
Our seven voices melted into one. We forgot ourselves and recited, and we melted our whole beings into this magnificent Buddha Fa. At that magnificent and solemn moment, the great and sacred Buddha Fa was heard for the first time in that forced labor camp, a hell on earth. Seven people's voices and lives blended into one magnificent, upright current that broke through the darkness and through countless levels of heaven, the cosmos, and instantly destroyed the evil into ashes and dust.
This was the most serious "incident" that ever took place since the creation of the division. The police were scared to death, they all ran toward us and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Shut up!"
Amidst their yelling frenzy, I felt my body had disappeared and my mind transformed into an indestructible and gigantic God, with indestructible and overwhelming courage and determination. With no distractions, I continued to recite with a determination that would overcome any obstacle.
The police brought in electric batons. As they walked to the door of the prison cell, a fierce wind came with magnificent power and, striking the plate on the door that read, "Class Four," the wind threw the door against the policeman's head.
I was taken into the office. A gloomy-faced policewoman with an electric baton in her hand asked me whether I had led the recital today. She said she would investigate to find out the person responsible for it.
I had cried all the way through the process of reciting "Lunyu." The sacredness, magnificence and gratitude I felt in the depth of my true being were beyond any description in words. I experienced the magnificence, solemnity and glory of melting my whole being into the Fa without holding anything back. For the first time, I truly understood what it meant to "move the heaven and earth alike, move the gods and the ghosts to tears." It is this great determination and magnificent feat that could break through stones and that astonishes heaven and earth. I could not hold back my tears.
I said slowly to the policewoman who asked the question, "Actually, we all wanted to recite, but if you really want to find a 'leader,' then take me as the leader." I told her that I admired the soldiers in the Tiananmen Massacre of 1989, who threw away their guns and deserted after they received the order to open fire. I advised her to, "hold her hands up high and put them down gently," and to not become an accomplice in the persecution of good people.
The violent wind then suddenly ceased and it began to drizzle, as if the heavens were shedding tears as well. As for the policewoman who was always very vicious and would normally strike people with the electric baton whenever someone disobeyed her, she didn't say anything for a long time. After a long while, she said, "You can go back now." Such a great "incident" thus ended.
March 22, 2002
