Miracles Experienced When Protecting Dafa

(Minghui.org) I am a 57-year-old woman from a rural area. I started practicing Falun Dafa (also called Falun Gong) in 1997. Reflecting on my cultivation experiences over the past 28 years, I vividly recall the miracles that occurred, especially those that happened when I was arrested in 1999. The miracles made me more steadfast in my faith. I have worked with fellow practitioners validating the Fa and spreading Dafa's compassion throughout our area.

Although practicing Falun Gong was legal in 1999, it was slandered in Tianjin, and some practitioners there were arrested and detained. After arranging for someone to look after my two children—my husband worked in another city—I joined a large crowd of practitioners assembled near the Zhongnanhai government compound in Beijing on April 25. We peacefully requested the release of the Tianjin practitioners and an end to the escalating harassment they faced.

Every practitioner exemplifies Dafa in the world. On that day, the crowd made no noise, held no banners, and behaved well. Before leaving, we picked up all the litter on the ground, and some practitioners even collected the cigarette butts and debris left by the police.

When the vicious Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began persecuting Falun Gong on July 20, I mistakenly thought that those in power might have misunderstood Dafa, since I know it to be such a good Fa. Having benefited from Dafa, I felt compelled to defend it. So, I went to Tiananmen Square.

Seeing fellow practitioners being brutally manhandled and beaten by the police, I started walking over to stop this brutality. A practitioner stopped me, saying, “The CCP is very evil. You will also be arrested if you go closer. While we are not afraid of death, we must stay free to be able to tell the truth to the world.” I agreed, but I could not bear to do nothing and leave. So I went to the Tiananmen Gate Tower and wrote “Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” on every stone floor.

Each word I wrote radiated a white light, affirming my mission to clarify the truth to the world. I then went to the State Bureau of Letters and Calls [in China, petitioning is called letters and calls] and shared with people the kindness of Master Li and the goodness of Dafa. I also described the miraculous health effects of practicing Dafa, using my personal experiences.

I was illegally arrested and taken back to my local police station. As soon as I got out of the police car, a group of thugs from the 610 Office beat me and fractured my ankle, making it difficult to stand up.

I was handcuffed while being interrogated at the police station. They accused me of disturbing social order and wanted to know who was responsible. I said, “The television stations and newspapers have widely defamed Master and slandered Dafa. Every practitioner has a responsibility to tell the authorities the truth about Falun Dafa.” They told me to stop practicing Falun Dafa.

When their efforts failed, an officer tried to shock me with a taser. I immediately asked Master for help, and a miracle happened. The officer suddenly threw the baton to the floor and shouted that he felt the electric shock. He picked up the baton and sneered at me, saying, “Okay, you have been protected. I will get it fixed and come back and shock you. I want to see if your Master can still protect you.” I asked Master to make the taser irreparable.

About ten minutes later, this officer tried again to shock me. When he activated the device, he received the shock again. It hurt so much that he fell to the floor and dropped the baton. It was broken and could not be repaired. Another officer said, “Why are you so worked up? She just practices Falun Dafa. Let’s transfer her to the county detention center.”

On the way, I told the police about Falun Dafa. When we arrived at the detention center, the director saw my bruises and initially refused to accept me. Although the center finally admitted me after an hour-long discussion, the director checked on me every two hours, fearing that I might die there. He murmured, “The persecution is illegal, and Jiang Zemin is the one who pulled the trigger. He will receive retribution.”

In the detention center, I recited the Fa and practiced the exercises. Then, three days later, another miracle occurred: my injuries recovered and the broken ankle healed.