(Minghui.org) I am a 51-year-old Falun Dafa practitioner from the Changping District in Beijing. I first encountered Falun Dafa in 1997 because my parents are practitioners. My home was a group Fa-study site, so I was bathed in the immense grace of Falun Dafa all year round and benefited both physically and mentally from Dafa. I felt extremely happy and beautiful. After many years of hesitation and wandering, I started to seriously cultivate in 2014 and became a Dafa disciple in the Fa-rectification period. Thank you, Master, for strengthening my righteous thoughts and remolding me and protecting me. I firmly believe in Master and Falun Dafa and closely follow the Fa-rectification process. I’d like to share my cultivation experience of getting out of a detention center with righteous thoughts. Please kindly point out anything that is not in line with the Fa.
Arrested and Detained
The morning of July 20, 2015, I received an unexpected notification to go to the security department with my department manager for an investigation. A bad thought flashed through my mind as I got up: “It must be something related to my lawsuit against Jiang Zemin.” I subconsciously accepted the evil’s arrangement and orders. The two police officers and the head of the security department that were there said I had to go to the police station. As I walked to the police car, I felt something invisible pushing me from behind. The policemen sitting in the car asked me if I practiced Falun Dafa. I told them I did.
As I went through the big metal door at the police station, I knew that I had lost my freedom. I didn’t know what to do. But my heart calmed down as I recalled the audio program “Beijing Women’s Forced Labor Camp” written by Zhang Yijie. I knew how to face the persecution. My mother was arrested and sent here, as well. She was very righteous and not afraid. She smiled at me and reminded me,
“Compassion can harmonize Heaven and Earth, ushering in spring...”(“The Fa Rectifies the Cosmos,” Hong Yin II)
My anxiety and fear disappeared. Thank you, Master, for your careful protection. I indeed felt that Master was with me.
My period started at about 6 p.m. A female police officer in glasses gave me a sanitary napkin. I jumped at the opportunity and told her, “Ma’am, you are very attentive. You are so kind—you know how hard it is for me. Thank you!” “No worries. No need to thank me,” she replied. I said, “You are so kind. Please make sure you have a good future. Have you heard of these two phrases ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good’? If you repeat them regularly, you will be protected when disasters come.” She looked perplexed and asked, “You look so calm and peaceful. Why would you learn that thing?”
She had some misunderstandings about Falun Dafa, so I had a good talk with her to clear them up. I told her how I started to practice Falun Dafa and how my family and I had benefited from the practice. I told her that Falun Dafa is a righteous Fa and teaches people to be kind and good according to the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. I went on to say that Jiang Zemin started the persecution of Falun Dafa so that practitioners were arrested and detained, their families destroyed, and even had their organs harvested. I told her, “Gods are watching over what we are doing. Please don’t become a scapegoat or think badly of Falun Dafa.” She kept nodding her head to show she agreed. She was very touched and thanked Master for enabling her to find out the truth. She whispered to me that she hoped I would take good care of myself.
A black plastic bag was put over my head and the heads of four other practitioners at 10 p.m. We were pushed into a car and taken to the detention center. Suddenly a practitioner shouted “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” All of us then shouted “Master Li Hongzhi is great! Restore his reputation!” Our voices shook Heaven and Earth and resonated in the sky for a long time.
Cultivating in the Detention Center
I took off my glasses when we got to the detention center. I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t listen or cooperate with my captors. A dozen female guards stood opposite me. I didn’t look at them. I was calm and at ease with ample righteous thoughts. “I only follow Master’s arrangements. Master has the final say,” I said to myself. I refused to wear the prison uniform because I was not a prisoner. One of the guards came over to me and said, “Do whatever you want. Heroes are strong.”
Thanks to Master’s perfect arrangement, I met two practitioners from Miyun in the cell. They were unmarried sisters in their 40s. They firmly believed in Falun Dafa and were as pure as lotuses. They told me where to do the meditation exercise and where to do the other exercises in the cell and how to keep sending righteous thoughts around the clock and what I should pay attention to. They were released the next day.
I felt as helpless as a rowboat in the ocean and couldn’t find my way. Unexpectedly, my best friend, Lilly, came to replace an inmate who had been relocated for fighting. She cultivated in Dafa firmly and was sentenced to seven and a half years. She taught me to recite “On Dafa” and poems from Hong Yin. She told me to dissolve my fear and attachments and negate the persecution and interference from the old forces. She helped me selflessly from the Fa perspective.
We cooperated with each other in assisting Master with the Fa-rectification and saving sentient beings and fulfilling our prehistoric vows. We sent forth righteous thoughts around the clock. We recited poems from Hong Yin and Hong Yin II while other inmates were reciting the prison rules for half an hour. We practiced the meditation exercise while other inmates were doing other exercises outside. We sang songs composed by practitioners and helped all the inmates in our cell withdraw from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations.
Many inmates asked us to recite Fa to them because they felt comfortable and settled when they were listening to It. So we recited “On Dafa” for them and then sent forth righteous thoughts to clear out all the evil beings in the dimensional field of the detention center that persecuted Dafa and Dafa practitioners. We saw insects on the roof fall down while sending righteous thoughts. The head inmate in our cell said to me, “I saw my dad in my dream. He drove a tractor here to see me. Why was that? He died many years ago. I was so scared that I didn’t sleep all night.”
“Don’t be afraid,” I comforted her. “If you cannot sleep, you can recite the two phrases. He came to ask you to help him withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations.” So she helped her dad quit the Young Pioneers with his real name.
I heard we could hire a lawyer to defend us. I didn’t acknowledge the persecution, so I didn’t hire one because I didn’t commit any crime. Why should I hire a lawyer? If I hired one, didn’t it mean that I acknowledged the evil’s arrangement?
My family tried everything to convince me to give up cultivation. They said that I would negatively affect my husband. The guards came to interrogate me and threatened me constantly. They said that I would be fired from my job if I didn’t give up my practice. I told them with a smile, “I didn’t say I would divorce my husband. I never said that I didn’t want my job or my family. But it is absolutely impossible for me to give up Falun Dafa.” The guards got very angry and said, “Believe it or not, I will bring your child here.” I replied, “Why would I not believe it? You can do anything. But I don’t believe you will do it because it will not do you any good. You still have your whole life ahead of you. Never persecute Dafa practitioners. Never develop a bad relationship with Falun Dafa.”
One afternoon it poured when we were outside while I was doing the second exercise, the Falun Standing Stance. All the inmates rushed to their rooms. My practitioner friend Lilly suggested that I stop. Everybody else was gone; only I was left doing the exercise in the pouring rain.
Two inmates ran up to me and kicked and hit me. They tried to pull me inside. I told them that I wasn’t finished doing the exercises. I didn’t go and no one could move me. A group of people surrounded me and the siren sounded. A voice through the loudspeaker asked what was happening. The head inmate replied, “Falun Gong is doing the exercises outside and won’t go back to her room.”
“Let Falun Gong do her exercises,” the voice said. “Why do you care? Can you control her? Who told you to let everyone go back inside? What if they trampled each other since it was so crowded? Exercise time isn’t over yet.”
So the inmates were allowed to stay outside. The head inmate was removed the next day. The female guard came over and said to me, “You’ve gotten stupid now. You are slow like an old lady. Why do you do the exercises outside? Do you want to stay in the detention center forever?” At that particular moment, the loudspeaker announced that Lilly and I were to get ready to go home.
Before I left, I went to the podium and told the inmates, “Hello, everyone. Thank you for your care and protection. Please, no matter where you go or whatever situation you are in, do not give up or feel disheartened. Take care of yourselves. Remember and repeat ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’ You will be blessed with good health and be happy and safe.”
Protecting the Fa Solidly
I was released from the detention center on September 3, 2015. I didn’t betray any practitioner or sign any statements, but I was transferred directly to the local brainwashing center. The situation there was even worse. The four practitioners I was with were monitored 24 hours a day. Over a dozen cameras were installed in the yard. We were not allowed to talk or communicate. Propaganda videos that slandered Falun Dafa and Master were played all day long.
One night at about 6 p.m., I left the dinner table and went to the room. I sat on the bed and sent forth righteous thoughts. The head of the 610 Office ran in and hit my right hand. He asked, “What are you doing?” “Sending forth righteous thoughts!” I replied. “You are not allowed to do that,” he said. “Practitioners all over the world send forth righteous thoughts around the clock. I did it in the detention center as well. I won’t miss a single time.” “You cannot do it here under my jurisdiction,” he said. “If you are so capable, cure your husband. Cure your child.” I sent forth righteous thoughts in my heart to eliminate the evil beings behind him that persecuted Dafa and Dafa practitioners. I felt sorry for him.
The next day at 2 p.m., they played videos that smeared Dafa. One person cursed at Master. I couldn’t bear it for a second. I wanted to turn it off. On second thought, it wouldn’t do because I had a competitive mentality. It was not rational, either; the evil would take advantage of that. I tapped the practitioner to my right, notifying her not to listen. I then went to the door.
They shouted behind me, “Where are you going?” “Go back to sleep,” I replied. The head of the 610 Office ran over to drag me back and asked me why I was leaving. I was not scared and said, “Because you swore at my master, and I will not allow that. You must apologize to me today. As a government official, you broke my heart yesterday, saying that my husband and child were ill. Is that reasonable? I will not listen to this propaganda today.”
The director with the surname of Liu announced, “Take a break tonight. We’ll stop the session tonight. Everyone go back and rest. He didn’t handle that well. I will tell him to apologize to you tomorrow.” Later he told me quietly, “Now it is not called ‘transformation’ class. It is called a ‘studying the law’ class. It is OK that you are not ‘transformed.’” Two people were sent to try to “transform” us the next day. I didn’t look at them when I came in or went out and didn’t give them any chance to talk to me. Disappointed, they left.
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