(Minghui.org) When I was in my early 30s, I was very ill. My father always commented that no part of my body was good. At that time, my family didn’t have much money and we had two young children. My husband was also in poor health and became very introverted.
The most painful thing for me was the interference from external messages. For that reason, there were many times when I wanted to kill myself. Although I was in so much pain, I had to drop that idea because of my two young children. I called their names deep down inside myself and said, “I will live for you, I promise.”
At the end of 1996, my sister returned from out of town. She was extremely excited, saying that she had found the true Buddha Law—the Way. She talked about how wonderful her master was and asked me to join her. Hearing her words, I became angry, “I will not follow any practice. Didn’t I tell you that before?”
With a deep look and serious tone of voice she said, “This is a true practice.” Then she showed me how to do the first exercise. I said, “Look, my mind is so confused right now, how can I learn such a complicated practice?”
My sister gave me a copy of the book Zhuan Falun. I couldn’t say no, so I read it. As soon as I started reading the book, I felt chills all over my body. I either fell asleep or saw the room become full of electric fans, and shining camphor leaves like golden flakes filled the entire room. Whenever I studied the Fa, I could feel Master Li standing behind me. When I read it out loud, it was my mouth moving, but the voice came from Master. That’s how I began cultivating Falun Dafa. All my abnormal states disappeared and I was in good health. I truly had the wonderful feeling of being illness-free. I haven’t taken any medication for more than 20 years.
Since July 20, 1999, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its rogue regime, led by the former leader Jiang Zemin, have overwhelmingly clamped down on Falun Dafa and its adherents and defamed and slandered Master. Along with many other practitioners, I went to Beijing to appeal to the government. I kept in mind what Master said: “With Master and the Way by my side, what is there to fear?” (Lecture Given at the Conference in Sydney)
I went to Tiananmen Square, but my mind was blank. I didn’t know what to do, what Fa-rectification meant, or what safeguarding the Fa was. So I anxiously shouted out, “Master, I don’t know what Fa-rectification is.” A voice whispered to me, “Use your personal experience to say Falun Dafa is wonderful.” I understood right away: We were there to validate and safeguard the Fa. Fa-rectification is all done by Master.
I went to Beijing for a third time to put up banners. A police officer from Qianmen Police Station arrested me, took me into a room, and beat me. He grabbed my hair and knocked my head against the wall. Then he slapped each side of my face. He also grabbed my hair, tearing some of it out, and threw me on the floor. He kicked my ribs on the right side so badly that I had pain for quite a few years after. Seeing me on the floor and unable to move, the officer put the tip of one shoe onto the palm of my hand and was going to grind it into the floor. Right then I thought, “I’m a practitioner. If you continue to beat me, the pain will be returned to you.” With that thought, he immediately took his foot back and stopped beating me. As soon as I thought about Master, the situation changed.
In 2015, the movement to bring Jiang Zemin to justice for persecuting Falun Gong began. I was so worried because I had a very limited education—I only finished Grade 3. I couldn’t write a regular letter, let alone a complaint letter. But deep down, I wanted to sue Jiang. I didn’t know what to write and was also afraid that if my letter didn’t make it in time, it wouldn’t be delivered to the Supreme Procuratorate and court. It was just like when practitioners went to Beijing early in the day they managed to enter the city, whereas those who went late were stopped by the police.
On the first day, I didn’t know what to write. On the second day, I knelt down in front of Master’s portrait and asked for Master’s help. As soon as I picked up my pen, I began to write. After I finished a first draft, I felt like fainting. My upper body lay on the table and I began to slide off. I used both hands to grab the edge of the table to try to get back up. While I was doing that, I said, “Evil, you are scared. You want to persecute me, but you don’t deserve to succeed.”
Then I got up, picked up my complaint letter, and went to share it with a fellow practitioner. When she saw my letter, she was very happy. She also wrote a letter, as did other local practitioners. I took my complaint letter to show the practitioners in the township. After they read it, they also learned how to write a letter. I then moved on to another district in the same township. After I showed the letter to the practitioners there, they felt good about it and decided to make a copy for themselves.
My complaint letter played a small role in promoting lawsuits against Jiang among practitioners. In the end, all of our letters were successfully delivered and the return receipts received. I knew that as long as we follow what Master says, He arranges everything.
To avoid being harassed by the police, in 2016 I was forced to leave home and wander about. One day, Ms. Lin came to see me. She told me that her mother’s cultivation state was off-kilter. So I immediately went with her to see. When we arrived, her mother looked like she was unconscious. The next day, she suffered a sharp decline. Later, she seemed to be unaware of what she was doing, like studying the Fa, eating meals, or sleeping. She also lost her hearing. Given her situation, our local coordinator notified as many practitioners as possible to study the Fa and send righteous thoughts for her.
Because her relatives didn’t acknowledge Falun Dafa, they blamed her, saying that she didn’t go to the hospital even though she was sick. Then they called the police. As soon as the police officers from the Domestic Security Division heard I was there, they wanted to catch me. They were joined by officers from the local police station and the secretary of the CCP committee in her village. Soon, a group of them surrounded the front of her home.
It was raining that afternoon. The secretary kept shouting from outside the house, saying that they came to arrest me and that when I came out, they’d let the other people go. They also said that if I didn’t voluntarily come out today, I wouldn’t be able to leave at all, as the house was besieged.
Hearing that, I said to Ms. Lin, “Please do not let me affect other practitioners.” I asked her to open the door, so I could go out and go with the officers. Actually my thinking was incorrect, because once the door was open, they’d come inside and arrest other practitioners as well. Ms. Lin said, “No, how can you go with them? You would be better off jumping out into the backyard.” Her niece was by my side, holding my hand, and crying, as she said, “Granny, you can’t go with them!”
Now, when I recall what happened, it is just like watching a movie. Ms. Lin told me that after I jumped out into the backyard, I should go in a certain direction. I used the ladder to climb up to the top of the wall in the backyard, I looked and saw that it was a long way down. There was filthy water flowing out from every household. Then I saw a bush. At that time, I felt the way I felt when my mother wasn’t home and I was bullied and cried out for her help.
Out of instinct, as I jumped, I shouted out for Master. I landed, barefoot, on a pile of sand. Then I followed the directions Ms. Lin told me to take from the bushes. When I reached a certain point, I saw a dense bamboo forest in front of me. It was so dense that I couldn’t even put my foot in, let alone walk through it. I picked a spot and sat down on the muddy ground and sent righteous thoughts.
It was raining non-stop. All sorts of bugs from the mud, including leeches, crawled onto me. I was terribly frightened of the leeches, so I said to them, “Bugs, Dafa practitioners are suffering. Please remember ‘Falun Dafa is wonderful, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is wonderful,’ and leave me alone.” It is so true that every being is alive. After they heard what I said, they gradually all left, except for a few snails.
When other practitioners jumped off the wall, the police saw them. They went through a small alley and rushed into Ms. He’s courtyard, shouting, “They jumped out of here.” I heard them clearly from the bushes.
I sat in the mud and rain and sent righteous thoughts for a few hours. Some practitioners walked out in the open after they jumped off the wall—that’s how they were arrested. A few hours later, it was dark and quiet. When I stood up, there was no bamboo forest, not even a single leaf, only dirty water. In addition, the bushes where I had been sitting were so small that they couldn’t even cover me.
Later, when I asked why those practitioners didn’t land on the sand pile like I did, all of them asked where it was. All they saw was muddy water. Only then did I realize that Master manifested the bamboo forest and sand pile just to protect me. That happened because I called out for Master when I was jumping off the wall.
In all the years of cultivation, Master has been safeguarding his disciples. For the sake of their safety, even more miraculous things have happened to practitioners. As long as one can remember or call out to Master when amidst danger or tribulations, Master will be by your side to help you.
Thank you, Master, for your constant protection.