(Clearwisdom.net)
I am a Dafa disciple from Sichuan Province. At 3:00 a.m. on May 19, 2002, I went out to hang up a banner clarifying the truth about Falun Dafa. When I arrived at the door of another practitioner's house, suddenly I saw a menacing looking person. I immediately recalled Teacher's Fa. The first thought I had was to think of others first and not get my fellow cultivator in any trouble. Shortly the person began attempting to destroy the banner. I immediately tried to stop him and forbade him from tearing the banner.
He dragged me to the office of the Party. At the office a person beat my leg with a rubber stick. Later they sent me to a detention center. Throughout this period of time, I continuously refused to co-operate with the evil. I clarified the truth and went on a hunger strike for 28 days.
They tried to force feed me four times using various methods. Every time, while I was being force-fed, I only had one thought. I recalled Teacher's poem, "To live with no pursuit, to die with no regrets." ("Non-existence" from Hong Yin) and I made it through the ordeal. Several days later, I was sent from the detention center to Chendu Custodial and Transfer Station. They refused to take me at the station, so they sent me home. My family was forced to pay a "fee" for the force-feeding I endured at the detention center, which I was told was 680 Yuan. Nonetheless the officials took 880 Yuan from me.
Just one month after I returned home, on the morning of July 19, 2002, I happened to bump into Mr. Zhan, an officer in the village. I asked him why he took 880 Yuan last month from our family's living expenses. In response, Mr. Zhan had a policeman from the village arrest me and send me directly to a forced labor camp, with a two-year sentencing.
While in the forced labor camp, I remembered that Teacher has taught us to totally negate the evil old force's arrangements and to solidly safeguard the Fa. There is nothing wrong with cultivating Truth, Compassion and Tolerance. Teacher has spread the righteous Fa. I have become a good person and want to continue to become an even better person through cultivation. Why should I be locked up? So I strengthened my one thought of solidly refusing to co-operate with the evil's arrangement.
In August 2002, when I was in the fifth brigade of the labor camp, the team leader instructed others to repeatedly beat and push me into a water bucket. I fell down into the water, which had spilled everywhere. My clothes were all wet. I was unconscious for two minutes, but because Dafa was in my heart I was able to wake up again.
Following that, I went on a hunger strike for 10 days. The ones who persecuted me force fed me with highly concentrated salt water, slapped my face, and put handcuffs on me. Several of them pushed me down to the ground. They tried to force feed me the salt water three times a day, causing black and blue marks on my throat and stomach. Three days in a row, they failed to force feed me. During 30 days of detention in the forced labor camp I was beaten countless times and forced to do hard manual labor until 12:00 every night. Sometimes they forced me to stand in one place until 12:00 in the morning.
In September 2002, I was sent to the eighth brigade. Because officials failed in their every attempt to get me to change my belief in Dafa the forced labor camp began pretending to be nice to me and gave me clothes, toothpaste, and a blanket. I thought about why they were treating me that way - they wanted to weaken my resolve. Their false "kindness" was against the universe's characteristics of Truth, Compassion and Tolerance and thus utterly deviated. Later they even had some practitioners who had disavowed their belief in Dafa and taken the side of the persecutors (one of them named You Da) read books to me that defamed Falun Gong. They sat in a circle, talking busily, as if they were in a meeting of literary critics. In face of this evil interference, I kept Dafa in my heart and recalled Teacher's words:
"Dafa never leaves the body,
Heart contains Zhen-Shan-Ren;
A great Arhat in the world,
Spirits and ghosts fear the most."("Mighty Virtue" from Hong Yin)
I was not moved. Later another fallen practitioner attempted to brainwash me. I stood up and said: "This is wrong. You are destroying yourself." The second day, the person who was in charge of brainwashing did not want me to sit in with the other people who were being brainwashed.
In December of 2002 it snowed. My body was in a very bad condition. Several prison police dragged me into the hospital, pulling off my trousers. I had many injuries on my legs and arms. I shouted loudly, "Falun Dafa is good. Restore Master Li Hongzhi's reputation." The police were afraid of my influencing others and they dragged me into a house, sealing my mouth with tape and hitting me on my face. They even put handcuffs on me and used towels from the toilet to stuff my mouth.
I silently recited Teacher's lecture: "When it's difficult to endure, you can endure it. When it's impossible to do, you can do it." (Zhuan Falun) On the next day, the police forced me to stand outside, but my legs would not stay up. The police forced two former practitioners who had disavowed their belief to stand on either side of me. At that time, I had the thought, I am here to assist Teacher with Fa-rectification, and not to be forced to stand up. I then immediately told the two people who had betrayed Dafa that we should not co-operate with the police. I was taken back to my cell and forced to stand until 3:00 a.m. They made me stand like this, three days in a row, but nothing happened to me. I was deeply aware of the strength Dafa gave me.
One day during December a Dafa disciple did his meditation exercises at 5:00 a.m. The guard saw this and reported it to an officer. They wrapped her legs up with a rope. They only allowed her to use the toilet twice a day and did not allow her to sleep. They lashed her with a metal whip. At one point her leg turned black and blue from the beatings. I then recalled Teacher's words, "So why doesn't the side of you that is your original nature rectify the Fa?" ("Expounding on the Fa" in Essentials for Further Advancement) I shouted loudly, "Stop beating her! Find an officer." Instead the officer praised those who beat her. Once when I tried to physically stop them, they turned around to beat me. They beat me to the ground and stepped on my face.
In April 2003, the forced labor camp forbade me from washing my clothes or washing my face and feet and only allowed me to use the toilet twice a day, violating my basic human rights. At that time I thought that since I am a cultivator, I should let go of all attachments and totally negate all the old force's evil arrangements and place Dafa first, and that the evil was nothing. Thus, I protested by going on another hunger strike. During my hunger strike, the evil force-fed me by pulling open my mouth and prying open my teeth, injuring my oral cavity. They could not move my heart. In face of interference from the main team, the middle team, and those who had disavowed Dafa, I kept one righteous thought: I have Teacher. I have the Fa, so what do I have to be afraid of? I was also constantly reciting Fa in my heart.
"The Fa can break all attachments, the Fa can destroy all evil, the Fa can shatter all lies, and the Fa can strengthen righteous thoughts." ("Drive Out Interference" in Essentials for Further Advancement II)
In my heart I constantly recited: "Falun Dafa is great, Falun Dafa is a righteous Fa." I thought, even though they beat me, I would continue to recite it. Even though there is interference, I would continue to recite it. Several days later, the perpetrators that persecuted me started to receive retribution for their bad deeds. Sometimes the guards ordered me to call out numbers, 100 times at noon. I did not comply. They then pushed me down to the ground, using their elbows to poke me. I sat up and sent forth righteous thoughts with my palm in an upright position. The guard hurt his own wrists, which caused him to stop abusing me.
In June 2003, the forced labor camp was concerned that I might influence other practitioners and asked people from my hometown to take me back. The town officer asked the village officer to pick me up, but the village officer wanted 5,000 Yuan. My family refused to co-operate and did not pay one cent. Finally they sent me directly home, but they did not return my quilt or summer and winter clothes to me. Despite all of this, I returned home with a calm heart. Solidly cultivating within Dafa, I finally walked out of the demon's den.
Here I have written down what I enlightened to, based on my limited understanding. I ask my fellow cultivators to kindly point out any mistakes.
