China Fahui | Practicing Falun Dafa Is Truly Amazing

(Minghui.org) Greetings, revered Master! Greetings, fellow practitioners!

I’m 60 years old and I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1998. After the persecution started in 1999, I became lax due to the loss of our cultivation environment. I competed for fame and personal interest and I didn’t maintain my xinxing. My health deteriorated, my spine hurt so I couldn’t sleep, and I was depressed.

But Master didn’t give up on me. A veteran practitioner visited me in 2006. She told me about the Fa-rectification, and I reconnected with Falun Dafa. I’ve been very determined when it comes to doing the three things ever since.

Clarifying the Truth to Inmates

On one of the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) “sensitive days,” four police officers broke into my home. The leader of the county national security department asked me if I still practiced Falun Dafa. When I said I did, he grabbed my arm. Another officer grabbed my other arm, while the remaining two officers went to the cabinet and took my photos of Master, a picture of the Falun, and Falun Dafa books and printouts.

I shouted, “Don’t touch my things!” They ignored me, forced me into their car, and took me to the county police department. I clarified the truth to them on the way there. They listened quietly, but the driver tried to stop me.

At the police department, they photographed my belongings. The leader of the county national security asked me where I’d gotten copies of Master’s lectures. I said, “I cannot tell you. You will persecute them. I cannot let you commit crimes.” They stopped asking.

They ordered me to sign a prepared statement, but I refused to. Several of them held my arm and tried to force me to sign. I refused to say that I committed crimes when I told people the facts about Falun Dafa and practiced it.

They took me to the city detention center that night. I asked the police officer when we got there if it bothered him to put a good person in detention. He didn’t say anything, but I could see that he felt uneasy.

The bed was crowded with inmates when I got to the cell. Three people were on duty. One of them told me to find a space to lie down, but there was no room. I said I would just sit down. She said that it wouldn’t do because there was a camera monitoring us. One inmate moved and left me some room. I curled in. We were packed like sardines. I wept and wondered why I was there. Why was it bad to be a good person?

The inmate leader told me that I was to be on duty. I looked at the inmates on the bed. Some had tattoos. When I mentioned them, an inmate said that I shouldn’t look at people superficially. I realized that Master had used her to give me a hint—that I shouldn’t look at people with human notions, that I shouldn’t differentiate them. They all came for the Fa and should be saved.

The correctional officer came in the afternoon. She called names and asked each one why she was detained. The reasons varied: petitioning, fighting, drug addiction, and prostitution. Finally, she asked me and another practitioner. We said that we practiced Falun Dafa.

We chatted after the officer left. One inmate called Leader Gao was from Changchun. She said that Falun Dafa was good and taught people to be good, and when Jiang Zemin saw so many people practicing it, he launched the persecution. The inmates stopped and listened. She said her family had a restaurant in the city. Her husband was a member of the underground. She was involved in everything and was a frequent inmate in the detention center and the prison. She knew the officers, and they often called her out to smoke. She was very capable and talked assertively. She said positive things about Falun Dafa.

The girl with tattoos was only 20 years old. When she asked me about Falun Dafa, I told her what Falun Dafa was, how Falun Dafa was practiced around the world, and the benefits of practicing it. I explained the facts about the persecution and why millions of Chinese had already quit the CCP. She accepted what I said and agreed to quit the CCP. I told her to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Forbearance-Compassion is good” often and she would be blessed.

I was very happy to see another practitioner in the cell. We agreed to send forth righteous thoughts and help Master save more people.

One girl was very nearsighted, but she was not allowed to wear her glasses. Because she could barely see, I helped her get her food and go to the washroom, and she was very thankful. I clarified the truth to her, and she accepted everything I said.

It was July and very hot. They opened another cell for the new people they were arresting every day. The officer told Leader Gao to select several of us to move into the new cell with her. She asked me to come, but I didn’t want to because I had a practitioner with me in the old cell.

The officer came the next day and called my name first and then several others. I knew that Leader Gao had nominated me. The new cell was filthy. The officer brought in two oily buckets. I cleaned them and I also cleaned the toilet. Master asked us to be considerate and to take hardship as joy. Leader Gao had a good eye and selected capable people. We cleaned the new cell thoroughly. New people were sent in.

Leader Gao asked me to lie down beside her at night. I didn’t need to be on duty, but as a practitioner, I should be a good person. Those weak inmates could barely stand for two hours, so I thought I should help them. There were 19 people in the cell, and I wanted to save them all. I kept sending forth righteous thoughts to clear the bad elements in other dimensions, in the four cameras, in the officers, and in all the inmates in the detention center.

While the inmates recited the detention rules in the morning, I recited the verses for sending righteous thoughts.

We finished cleaning the cell and had free time, so I told the inmates the facts about Dafa and the persecution. Xiao Qian (alias), who was a drug addict, liked to sleep next to me and listen to me clarify the truth to her. She didn’t even know how to wash socks, so I helped her. She said that her mother did everything for her at home. She eventually learned how to wash her clothes.

She sat there scrolling on her cell phone for hours at a time and didn’t move. She’d injured her back so she didn’t stand up straight. When I was released, I called her mother and told her about her daughter’s situation. She wept and said that she felt she’d failed her daughter by not making her do any household chores.

Two prostitute inmates often had said bad things. I tried to talk to them about Dafa several times, but they wouldn’t listen. One day one of them had an argument with Leader Gao, and Gao reported her to the officer. The officer came in the morning while we were sitting. I asked Leader Gao not to make the issue bigger and to try resolve it quietly. She nodded.

An inmate asked me what I’d said to Leader Gao after the officer left. I said I’d asked her to resolve the issue quietly and not to make a mountain out of a molehill. She told the two prostitute inmates. They were thankful and listened the next time I clarified the truth to them.

Leader Gao was very talkative and always told us stories. Sometimes she asked me to talk to the inmates about Dafa. I knew Master used her to ask me to save more people. I didn’t dare ease up and took advantage of every opportunity to clarify the truth to the inmates.

Wen, another prostitute, was married twice and had three sons. She said her first mother-in-law practiced Falun Dafa and was very good to her. She’d even read Zhuan Falun. She said she was arrested the first day she worked as a prostitute. I told her that she was predestined to practice Falun Dafa and maybe God and Buddha didn’t want her to do such things. I asked her to find a proper job after she was released and take good care of her sons. She agreed.

The detention doctor came to the cell every afternoon. Inmates queued to get drugs, have their blood pressure taken, and ask for his advice. I just sat on the bed in the lotus position. I wondered how many more people would be practicing Falun Dafa if the CCP hadn’t started the persecution. Maybe society wouldn’t have become so corrupt. They admired me for having good health. I knew they came to hear the truth, so I told them to remember “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and they would be blessed.

I was released after 15 days in the detention center. I remembered the names of 17 inmates who agreed to withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. My son came from another city where he worked to meet me, and a relative picked us up. My son and I just looked out the window and didn’t talk much.

My relatives and neighbors were all waiting for me. They’d cooked enough dishes to over the table. They scolded me as we ate, and my husband wept. He’d never objected to me practicing Falun Dafa, but he was afraid I would be beaten by the police. He was frightened when I was taken away and the police were rude to me. He lost weight while I was in the detention center. He said that he would divorce me if I continued practicing Falun Dafa. My son didn’t say anything, but his expression told me everything. It was indeed like Master said, “Abundant troubles rain down together” (“Tempering the Will,” Hong Yin)

That evening my son said his wife asked my husband to beg me not to practice Falun Dafa. I knew they were afraid that they would be implicated. I said, “It is not wrong to practice Falun Dafa. Master Li teaches us to be good people, which is not wrong. You know how bad my health was. I’ve practiced Falun Dafa for 20 years and don’t need to see the doctor. I am very healthy. I am the breadwinner in this family, you know. I am determined to continue practicing Falun Dafa. No one can change that. If you’re afraid, we can sever our relationship.”

My son said, “Whatever the situation, you will always be my mother. I know no one can change your mind once you’ve made a decision. But you must be very careful.”

Improving My Xinxing

When my granddaughter was born, my son asked me to come take care of my daughter-in-law and reminded me on the phone to talk less because nowadays many young couples got divorced or became depressed. I was confident that, as a practitioner, I would get along well with his wife.

I went to see my daugher-in-law in the postnatal care center. She was cold to me and didn’t say much. When she came home, I did all the housework. I didn’t say much, but I did a lot. She was still cold to me. But she was warm to her mother and chatted happily with her. I felt bitter.

The day she went back to work, I saw the surveillance camera flashing: they’d forgotten to plug it in. I got really angry. Only the baby and I were home. Why did they want to monitor me? I wanted to challenge them. I went to my room to send forth righteous thoughts at 6 a.m. and calmed down.

It was my routine to recite the Fa for a while after I sent righteous thoughts at 6 a.m. I realized that Master had given me a hint. If I asked them why they turned on the surveillance camera, they would give me a lot of reasons, but in the end there would be bad feelings between us. Thank you, Master, for looking after me all the time. I asked myself why I felt uncomfortable about the camera. Was it because I was sloppy about doing things and didn’t regard myself as part of the family? Master asks us to be a good person wherever we are. When I did everything meticulously, I felt much better.

Getting Rid of Attachments Again

It was chilly at the end of autumn, and the heat wasn’t on yet. My son and his wife each bought a well-designed, long-sleeve cotton outfit. I asked my son to buy one for his father and one for me. He agreed.

The outfits quickly arrived in the mail, but they were both for ladies. My daughter-in-law said that they were cheap, and she was still waiting for the outfit for my husband. The outfit looked cheap and it wasn’t cotton. This was not what I’d wanted. My feelings were hurt. Why did she treat me like this? I did so much work for her and didn’t ask for a penny. I ate leftovers while she ate good food. I was a second-class citizen in their home.

I felt so wronged that I couldn’t stop crying. I wondered why her mother didn’t teach her daughter to treat me kindly.

I looked within. She wouldn’t listen to me tell her about Dafa mainly because of the persecution, atheism, and our karmic relationship. But no matter what our relationship was in history, I practice Falun Dafa and I must do what Master teaches us.

Why was my heart moved when I saw what they wore and ate? Wasn’t this a manifestation of jealousy and greed? Those feelings were not mine, and I didn’t want them, so I sent righteous thoughts to eliminate them.

I realized from the Fa that everything in this world was rubbish. Why did I see some things as bad and others as good and fight for them? When I changed my notion, I felt much better.

Uninstalling WeChat App

I was very serious about the security of my cell phone. I didn’t take it with me when I went to Fa study or when I visited other practitioners. Master said that cell phones were listening devices. When other practitioners came to visit me, I put my cell phone in another room.

My son bought me a new smart phone and downloaded the WeChat app and some other programs such as cooking videos, which I often watched. But watching them took up my time. My granddaughter liked to watch shorts. If I didn’t let her watch, she cried and screamed. I used WeChat to contact my sister who was not in good health.

I often read about uninstalling WeChat in practitioners’ articles on the Minghui website. I wanted to do that, but I was afraid that my son and his wife wouldn’t understand. I also wanted to be able to contact my sister, so I didn’t uninstall it. Several days ago I read a another article on the Minghui website about practitioners in one city communicating via WeChat app. More than 40 of them were arrested. I realized that cultivation was serious and that I should let go of human attachments, because the end of Fa-rectification is getting closer. I uninstalled the WeChat app, deleted useless things, and turned off Wi-Fi.

It was hard to let it go, but when I did, I felt light. Fa-rectification is nearing the finish line. Let’s listen to Master, do the three things well, and follow Master to return to our true homes.

(Selected submission for the 22nd China Fa Conference on Minghui.org)