March 29, 2003
(Clearwisdom.net) One day in January 2001, five policemen from the county police station suddenly broke into my home. They forced me to go with them to the police station. There, they handcuffed my hands to a metal chair and tried to coerce me to tell them where I had gotten the Falun Dafa truth-clarifying materials that they found in my home. Seeing that I wouldn't tell them, seven or eight policemen continuously kept flicking water and wine onto my face with their fingers. They did not allow me to sleep.
The next day, only one policeman was left watching me. He was lying on the bed. I recalled what Teacher had said in Zhuan Falun:
"Therefore, after the transformation of this benti, the order of its molecular arrangement remains unchanged though its cells have been replaced by the high energy matter. So the body looks similar to that of an ordinary person. Yet there is still a difference, that is to say, this body can enter other spaces."
From this I understood that since my body could become bigger or smaller, I should be able to break out of the station. After some time the policeman fell asleep. I gently withdrew one hand from the handcuff, but I couldn't withdraw the other hand. I just thought, "Teacher, my other hand still needs to be freed." The other hand was withdrawn immediately. I was going to jump out of the room from the back window, but it wouldn't open after I tried several times. Again I asked for Teacher's help in my heart. As soon as I made my request I touched it and the window opened. After I jumped out of the window, a wall three meters tall, almost twice as tall as me, stood in front of me. I wasn't able to jump over the wall with my first attempt so I cried out in my heart, "Teacher please strengthen me!" With my second leap, I suddenly rose high in the air and made it over the wall without a second thought.
On October 9, 2002, several practitioners and I were having a discussion, sharing experiences. A policewoman from the political security section of the county police department along with several from the city police broke into the house to arrest us, damaging the door. I told the policewoman, "Don't you know about your own brother? He has turned into a good person after practicing Falun Dafa. Falun Dafa changes people for the better. Jiang is so evil that he doesn't allow people to do such a wonderful practice." I remembered what teacher had said,
"When you conduct yourselves righteously Master can do anything for you. If your righteous thoughts are truly strong, if you're able to put aside the thought of life and death, and if you're solid and unshakable like diamond, then those evil beings won't dare to touch you..."(Touring North America to Teach the Fa)
Remembering this, I did not have even one bit of fear. Nothing the police said could move me. They were left with no alternative but to release me at about four o'clock in the afternoon.
In the afternoon of January 30, 2003, I was arrested as I was on my way to deliver truth-clarifying materials. At that time I had no fear in my heart and kept clarifying the truth about Falun Dafa to all the onlookers. A policeman grabbed me, took me to the police department and beat me. He wanted to know where the materials came from, but I didn't say a word. He slapped my face incessantly to the point that the inside of my mouth was badly injured. He filed a written report about me and wanted me to sign, but I refused. As a consequence he shocked my face with an electric baton to the point that my skin was burned. I told him he was trampling on my human rights and working outside the law.
In the end they had no other choice but to throw me into a police van and drive me to my home to search for the truth-clarifying materials. I sent forth righteous thoughts while in the van, and in the end they found nothing in my home. They sent me back to the detention center. During the illegal detention, I didn't cooperate with what the authorities had illegally instigated. I went on a hunger strike to protest the persecution. I also sent forth righteous thoughts and recited Teacher's articles, and tried to find the attachments I hadn't let go of. I clarified the truth to the police in the detention center. Some of them understood that I was trying to be a better person.
When I practiced the exercises in my cell, a policeman, Zhao, shocked me on my face using the biggest electric baton they had. He handcuffed me to the radiator and interrogated me to see if I would continue practicing. I told him that I would continue. The policemen handcuffed my hands behind my back and force fed me. Sometimes it took over ten tries for them to position the tube into my nose, causing me a great deal of pain. As soon as they finished, I would vomit the fluids.
On the eighteenth day of the hunger strike, I passed out when the doctor was examining me, and had no reactions when they inserted an acupuncture needle into the acupuncture point located on the philtrum (between my mouth and nose), nor when they scratched hard on the underside of my foot with a wooden stick. The doctor said, "No good, she's really dying." Someone from the "610 Office" [an agency specifically created to persecute Falun Gong, with absolute power over each level of administration in the Party and all other political and judiciary systems] came and saw that I was in a coma, and so they called my husband and other relatives to come get me from the hospital. My husband, who is not a practitioner, was disturbed upon seeing me and started cursing the policemen. The "610 Office" was afraid of things getting worse, so they extorted money from my husband before they would let him take me home.
