(Minghui.org) I was born into an intellectual family. After graduating from high school, I was admitted to a well-known university in Beijing. I married a person with only an elementary school education. My husband smoked, drank and gambled. I liked arts and music. We often fought, so I asked for a divorce, but he refused.

A coworker introduced me to Falun Dafa in the spring of 1999, and I stepped on the path of cultivation. I recovered from rhinitis, breast hyperplasia and other illnesses. I totally changed and was no longer unhappy.

Amazing Visions

About 10 days after I obtained Dafa, I saw the book Zhuan Falun emitting white light. A rotating wheel the size of a car tire appeared in front of me. Three small yellow Falun came out of the wheel. I was nervous and excited. I realized Master was encouraging me to further strengthen my confidence in Dafa cultivation. I often saw words in Zhuan Falun become three-dimensional and emit golden or multi-colored light.

When my son was two years old, I often read the Fa to him and played Master's audio lectures for him. I told him cultivation stories in a way he could understand and taught him how to be a good kid. He always listened with great interest. On two occasions, while I was reading the Fa to him, I saw a person who looked the same as him sitting up from his sleeping body. I realized that my son's main consciousness came out and was eager to study the Fa.

My son's celestial eye was open. He often saw colorful Falun and divine beings, which prompted me to cultivate diligently and take care of this little Dafa disciple.

Ashamed for Holding Fear

Several months after I began practicing Dafa, Jiang Zemin (former Chinese Communist Party leader) launched the cruel persecution of Falun Dafa. However, I was certain that Dafa and Master were good and continued to practice Dafa with my son.

Officials of my village and local police harassed me at my home and my workplace. My husband was scared and tried to stop us from practicing Dafa.

My son and I distributed informational materials about Dafa at night when my husband went to play Mahjong. There were large corn fields where we lived, and it was really scary to go out at night. One night my son shouted, “Mom, look! Master is sitting on the roadside in front of us.” After that, I was not afraid anymore.

Another time, my son and I went to a village to distribute materials. We came to a home, and a dog started to bark very loudly. I pulled my son and ran away. Later my son said to me, “Mom, why are you so scared? There was a group of Bodhisattva surrounding us!” He was only five years old, and yet he remained calm. I felt ashamed for not being able to remain calm in tight situations.

Master said, “just by remaining unmoved you could handle all situations.” (Teaching the Fa at the 2005 Canada Fa Conference)

Police Tactics Did Not Work on Little Boy

One night in 2002, people from the village administration committee, local police station and 610 Office broke into my home. They tried to take me to a brainwashing center, but my husband tried to stop them.

They got my husband to leave our home and then took both my son and me to the brainwashing center. They tried to intimidate my son. He refused to respond to any of their questions.

Police continued to harass us. They also came to my workplace to pressure me to give up cultivation. My husband tried to stop us from practicing Dafa. He hit me and tore up my Dafa books. He knew he couldn't stop me from practicing Dafa.

For several years, whenever my son heard a police siren, he got very nervous. When he saw a police car in the village, he would think they were coming to arrest me. He suffered so much at such a young age, and it took a toll on him.

Arrested for Practicing Dafa

When I took my son to school at the end of 2004, I was arrested by three undercover policemen. I was detained at the police station for an entire year. Then, I was sentenced to one-and-a-half years in prison. My son was seven years old and suffered emotionally from being separated from me.

He frequently asked his father, “When will Mom come home?” His father cried every day, and his grandmother looked worried all the time. My son comforted them by saying, “Don't be sad. Mom will be home soon.”

My son was finally allowed to visit me in prison after one year. My face was covered in tears, but he bit his tongue to keep himself from crying.

My mother-in-law told me that on the way to the prison, my son told her and his father not to cry when they saw me because it could harm me. If he hadn't practiced Dafa since he was little, how could he possibly have such compassion and self-control?

I was released from prison in 2009. My husband lived with another woman, my mother-in-law had passed away two years ago, and my son lived at the middle school he attended and only came home on weekends.

I was arrested again after nine months and sentenced to two-and-a-half years of forced labor. When I was finally released from the labor camp, my husband divorced me, but my son lived with me.

Letting Go of Sentimentality

Before the persecution began, I had a stable teaching job in a college. I was penniless after my divorce, so my parents gave me some financial support. I rented an apartment and found a job. My son and I started a new life from nothing.

When my son was in high school, he played computer games every day after school. Sometimes he would stay at an internet bar overnight. He had immersed himself in everyday society, spoke dirty words, and had a cynical look in his eyes.

I was anxious about him and didn't know what to do. Master said, “Their bodies are controlled by those spirits, and they get all topsy-turvy, and scream and shout.” (Zhuan Falun)

I had always thought that “Qigong psychosis” had nothing to do with me. I never thought I had a strong sentimentality to my son. I lost my mind and shouted at him. Didn’t I lose control of myself?

I calmed down and looked within. I realized that I did have a certain amount of responsibility for what my son had gone through, even though the fundamental cause was Jiang Zemin's persecution of Falun Dafa.

Realizing this, I changed my temper and tried to find my son's good points. I encouraged him and let go of my sentimentality toward him. I treated him as a person to be saved. I spoke with him in a patient, gentle tone and often sent forth righteous thoughts to clean out the evil factors controlling him.

Gradually his attitude softened, and he began to talk to me about the problems he faced. Soon he began to study the Fa with me again and tried to improve his behavior. Occasionally he still smoked, drank and played computer games. But, I was not irritated and instead showed my concern for him, his schoolwork, and his life.

In his junior year of high school, his ranking in his class moved from the bottom to the top. His teachers and classmates were surprised by his changes. But, he was still addicted to computer games. I downloaded articles from the Minghui website about playing computer games to show him the harm they caused.

I sent forth righteous thoughts in my son's bedroom. After finishing sending forth righteous thoughts, I rested on my son's bed and woke to demons pinching me. I wondered why there were demons there after I had sent forth righteous thoughts. I realized that this room was not clean. My son played computer games, and the room was full of low-spirited life, extraterrestrial life, and all kinds of demons. I sent righteous thoughts again. I felt enormous energy coming out of my palm, and the Falun in my celestial eye was rotating quickly. I could tell Master was reinforcing me.

Soon after that, my son told me that he gave away his game card and was determined not to play video games anymore.

My son has become a mature practitioner with a cheerful personality. Master has never given up on him, and Dafa is deeply rooted in his heart. We try to be good people by following the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.

During this persecution, Dafa practitioners’ children have suffered tribulations that everyday people cannot imagine. After returning home from prison, many practitioners felt helpless to correct the changes in their children. In fact, their children’s performance also reflects the parents’ cultivation state.