(Clearwisdom.net) I began practicing Falun Gong at the end of 1998. At that time, I did the four standing exercises every morning with fellow practitioners, and I practiced the sitting meditation and studied the Fa in the evening. When at home, I watched Master's lecture videos and read all the Dafa books with my wife.
My celestial eye has not seen anything since I started practicing. However, at the very beginning, I felt the energy mechanisms and large energy channels that Master provided. I also felt the rotation of Falun. While practicing the sitting meditation, I felt Falun rotating on my palms, and sometimes the feeling was very strong. I gradually experienced the truth of Dafa. Therefore, I often experienced tears of happiness. I cannot express my gratitude to our benevolent Master, but I can resolutely cultivate Dafa.
The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began its persecution of Falun Gong on July 20, 1999. However, we were not frightened by the persecution. Through continuously studying Master's lectures and sharing with fellow practitioners, we understood some of the reasons behind this persecution. At that time, we had recognized that the CCP was the biggest evil cult in the world. We had no obstacles in our thoughts to validate Dafa. As practitioners, we knew that we should stand up and safeguard Dafa. Therefore, we went to the municipal government to clarify the facts. As a result, we were arrested by the police. We spoke out against the slander of Master and Dafa, and we prevented the police from beating practitioners.
Later on, we came to understand that we should validate Dafa by doing the exercises. Therefore, two days before the Lunar New Year's Day in 2000, we went to Tiananmen Square to do the exercises. The next day we were arrested. We refused to tell the police our names. When they asked my name, I replied that I am a Dafa disciple. As a result, a policeman took me to a special room where several police shoved me to the ground and shocked me with electric batons. At that time, the entire police station was filled with my screams of pain. Several of us spent the Lunar New Year's Day in the police station. Later we were illegally detained at the detention center for 15 days. After that detention, each of us was detained in a room of an old building in order to prevent us from going to Beijing to appeal, which only reminded us that we must go to Beijing instead of remaining illegally imprisoned. We thus prepared to go to Beijing. I told them that because it was so cold I wanted to go home to get some warm clothes. They permitted my wife to go our home, and she brought 500 yuan to me. I was the first one to escape from the old building because I was thin and it was easy for me to escape. However, it was difficult for the other practitioners. In order to escape we had to squeeze through a hole. When a heavy practitioner tried to escape through the hole, the sound of his legs rubbing against the wall was very loud. However, the officers who were in charge of monitoring us did not hear it. But when we threw our clothes out to take them with us, the officers on duty heard the sound. They thus shouted out, but they could not find the clothes in the yard. They were all surprised at how we escaped through such a small hole. We realized that Master was watching over us. After we escaped, we did not go to Beijing to appeal at once. We initially stayed at our friend's home and made two Dafa banners. We then went to Beijing and successfully unfurled our banners on Tiananmen Square. (Later we heard that the local police went to the railway station, bus station and Tiananmen Square to arrest us before we got to Tiananmen Square. Because we went to Beijing three days later, we avoided this arrest.) The policemen who arrested us at Tiananmen Square took us to Hongkou Hotel, where over twenty practitioners were already detained. Each practitioner was handcuffed behind the back. Police beat practitioners' toes with shoe heels, inserted lighted cigarette into practitioners' nostrils, savagely beat vital areas of the practitioners' entire bodies with wooden clubs, and shocked them with electric batons. I will not forget a female practitioner who said, "Don't be afraid; we have Master." We have Master watching over us--this thought allowed me to tolerate the cruel torture. One month later, my wife and I were released. After we got home, we found that the water and electricity in our home were shut off, and my daughter and my mother (in her seventies) depended on each other for survival.
At that time, Dafa and Master continued to be slandered by the CCP, so I decided to go to Beijing to appeal again. In reality, it was not easy for me to face the danger of stepping forward on behalf of Dafa. Each time I recited, "Having heard the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening." I realized that with Master and the Fa, what was I afraid of? With this righteous thought, I could step forward to validate Dafa.
Five of us, including children, went to Beijing to appeal again with train tickets for standing room only. When we got on the train, we found six empty seats that were available for a long time; no one seemed to have tickets for them. I realized that Master arranged them for us, so we sat in them until we arrived in Beijing. After arriving in Beijing, we stayed at a fellow practitioner's home. Due to limited space there, another two practitioners and I took the subway to go to stay in Pingguoyuan. Since my ID card was seized by local police, the three of us had to sleep on the street. As a result, we were arrested by the patrol police and taken to Pingguoyuan Police Station. I refused to tell them my name, and they did not allow me to use the toilet. They accidentally heard my accent when I spoke, and they concluded that I was from the Jiaodong Region of Shandong Province. Therefore, they took me to the Qingdao City Liaison Office in Beijing, where over thirty practitioners were detained. A male practitioner practiced the sitting meditation. As a result, the police brutally beat him. Many of the practitioners there shouted that the police should not beat people, which then prevented the police from doing so. We shared with each other about how true disciples should validate Dafa better and that ordinary people could not detain gods. I fell asleep around 1:00 a.m. Suddenly, a policeman kicked me and did not allow me to sleep. He said that tomorrow he would torture me. My drowsiness disappeared, and I thought that I should leave. At that time, my heart beat rapidly. After I calmed down, I told the policeman that I had to go to the bathroom. The policemen were sleepy; so one of them said, "Go!" I observed the situation in advance. All the windows of the building were guarded very strictly except for a small window in the bathroom. I thought that that window must be my only way out. With Master's help, I successfully escaped.
I walked for several hours. I was very hungry and thirsty and did not know where Tiananmen Square was. I briefly ate something and walked on. Finally, I went to Qianmen (south of Tiananmen Square). At the gate of Qianmen, I met with fellow practitioners and my family. It had been two days since we were separated.
On January 29, 2001, I went to the countryside to distribute truth-clarification materials. I brought four hundred fliers and distributed them in several villages. When I had forty fliers left, I headed to another village. At that time, my ankle was suddenly in pain. I said to Master in my heart: Master, let me be in pain after I have finished distributing the truth-clarification materials. Looking back, I realized that the pain was Master giving me a hint, but I did not understand. At that time, I did not know to send forth righteous thoughts to clear up the evil factors in other dimensions. I distributed the truth-clarification materials with the mindset of completing a task. As a result, I was reported on when I returned. When a lot of people surrounded me, I said, "I am doing a good deed so that people can understand the truth. Please remember that Falun Dafa is good." The police took me to the police station where I refused to cooperate with them. At night they bound me with shackles and handcuffed my hands to the corner of the bed. In addition, they exposed me to the freezing cold all night. In the morning when they talked about the staged "Tiananmen self-immolation" incident, I immediately told them that it was a hoax and that those involved were not Falun Gong practitioners. In order to get information about the source of the materials I distributed, they took me to the local police department where I still refused to cooperate with them. A chief policeman savagely punched me in the face and tortured me for a day. I was then taken to the detention center. About a week later, the local police took me back in order to continue torturing me. There was a pair of handcuffs on the left rear seat in the police car. I took this as a hint that I could escape as long as I was not handcuffed. As a result, I escaped when I went to the bathroom, and I contacted practitioner Z at once. (At present, practitioner Z has gone astray.) At night, I dreamed that I came to a sorghum field and felt very thirsty; when I wanted to drink water, a lot of snakes came towards me, and I then left. In the morning after doing the exercises, I told practitioner Z that I felt that Master was hinting that we leave. However, we did not leave in time. At noon, an elderly practitioner in handcuffs led a group of policemen to our house. They took me to the police station. When they were not looking, I started running, and they immediately chased after me. An ordinary person who did not understand the truth made me stumble, so the police soon caught up with me. They beat me violently. A policeman said, "I can run 100 meters within ten seconds. Where will you escape to?" He dragged me into the room. Five or six policemen brutally beat me until one long baton was broken. I was in so much pain that I couldn't move. I repeatedly recited, "Falun Buddha Law, the Buddha law is boundless." Then I did not feel the pain. Instead, the police who beat me became very tired. Without Master's protection, an ordinary person could not endure it. They locked me in a metal room. (All the police stations had this kind of room that was used to imprison people. The door and windows were made of iron.) After being detained in the room, I thought of nothing. After a while, I saw a mouse coming from a small mouse hole, which made me feel afraid. I thought that I should not be afraid and that I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. I would not hurt the mouse. The mouse seemed to understand so it passed by me and went into the inner room. Soon after that, another small mouse showed its head and stared at me from the mouse hole. It did not dare to come out. When it went into the inner room, I came to understand that a mouse could come in and go out of the room freely, why couldn't I go out? I found only a small window that entered into an outhouse. I made an attempt, but I had no confidence. When I tried again, the big glass panel dropped. I thought that I should leave now. The iron window was so small that I could only wear underclothes or I wouldn't fit. The outhouse was unlocked. (Later I learned that the police in charge of monitoring me had gone to the gas station. At that time they had already confirmed my status, but when they tried to take me away I had already escaped.) It was winter, and my feet were bare. I only wore a single layer of clothes. I went to a fellow practitioner's home. He gave me some thick clothes and a copy of Zhuan Falun. From then on I became homeless.
I went back home often around October 2005. I had not upgraded my xinxing, and I often looked outward and complained about others. So my family environment was very bad. My attachments were taken advantage of by the old forces. One evening in October 2005, I was reported on, and the police and collaborators arrested me at my home. I shouted out on my way, "Falun Dafa is great." I could feel that the police were not as fierce as before. They tried to force me to sign the guarantee statement, but I refused to do so. As a result, they handcuffed me to a bench. When it was still dark they took me to a brainwashing class. I was very sleepy in the class; so I fell asleep at once. After a period of time, several people came in, including an older man. He was over seventy and had a lot of wrinkles on his face. He pushed me, and I did not respond. He then pushed me again and asked me how I had come there. I replied that I was persecuted. After a while, former practitioner Z who had already gone astray came in. I found that she did not have a heart of benevolence and compassion that a true practitioner should have. At that time that older man began to talk about his wicked theories. I shouted loudly, "Shut your mouth. It is producing karma." I did not want to listen. He was very angry. He said, "I am talking about Master's words. Do you dare to deny it?" I replied that he distorted Master's words. Z used Master's name directly, which made me unable to be tolerant. She said that I did not respect her; so she took a long and narrow bench from under the bed. Then she forced me to sit on it. I did not cooperate with her. (Later, I found out that it was a kind of torture. After sitting for a while, it causes great pain to one's buttocks.) She called on two guards and several collaborators. They shoved me to the ground and suspended me with my hands handcuffed. Therefore, I went on a hunger strike. Z shouted, "If you go on a strike we will force-feed you two days later. Moreover, you have to pay 800 yuan at once, and you have to ask your wife to pay for you." I wanted to escape right away because there were a lot of things to do. The fourth day after I went on a hunger strike, I made use of an opportunity to eat. I thought that, as long as I could get out, it would not matter if I wrote the statement. After I wrote nearly one page, Z came and said that what I wrote did not qualify because I skipped over the vital parts. At the crucial moment, benevolent Master guided me again. Z brought Hong Yin to me and garbled Master's words. I held Hong Yin in both hands and saw that Master in the picture was serious and benevolent, His eyes were filled with tears. I was surprised by it. I said, "Master is crying, Master is saddened for me." However, Z said, "Master is laughing." I ignored her. Then I not only read Hong Yin, but I also read Master's recent articles. I could feel the effort that Master has put into saving me every time. At midnight, the two persons in charge of monitoring me began to fall asleep. I realized that I should go at this time, and I asked Master to strengthen me. I tore up what I had written and went to the bathroom on the third floor. I escaped from the small window.
In November 2006, the local police arrested many practitioners. I was also arrested. They took 10,000 yuan from me. We refused to tell them our names. As a result, a strong policeman savagely beat us. We sent forth righteous thoughts and maintained peaceful hearts. The third day, another practitioner and I were taken to the brainwashing class. While being taken to the third floor, we constantly shouted, "Falun Dafa is great!" When Z saw me, she laughed at me. She said, "The runaway has come back." I said, "This time I came here to save you and to tell you that Falun Dafa is great. Earlier, I advised you to wake up." Although she did not say anything, I felt that she could not do evil things in front of me.
The third day, Z suddenly said, "The practitioner who came here with you and who also refused to tell her name began to hold a hunger strike. Can you persuade her to quit the hunger strike?" I told Z that I would talk to her. Each of us was detained in a room. Previously, we made an agreement not to go on a hunger strike, so I wanted to know the reason. The fellow practitioner told me that she felt uncomfortable when she ate; so she realized that we should not eat here. After meeting with the practitioner, I also went on a hunger strike. Z was very angry with me. She shouted, "I let you persuade her, and then you also go on a hunger strike? We should sentence you to forced labor." I asked, "Do you think it is really up to you?" Several days later, a fellow practitioner successfully escaped from the window where I escaped last year. Later he told me that a golden halo led him to escape. It is really true.
The next day after the fellow practitioner escaped, the guards asked a worker to weld the window. They put a pair of handcuffs on me, and two people monitored me all day. I told them that if I should go, I would go. Some of them did not believe me, and some of them laughed at me. Every day I strengthened my sending forth righteous thoughts, and I reminded practitioners not to write the three statements. At the same time, I clarified the facts to the persons monitoring me. Some of them understood the truth and withdrew from the CCP. One night, with Master's help, I took off the handcuffs and easily escaped from the brainwashing class.
Without Master's protection, I could not have made it it to today. We should not let Master worry about us anymore. Our benevolent Master has endured so much for us. I should be more diligent, do the three things better, and accomplish the immense oath of saving sentient beings well.
July 23, 2007
