(Minghui.org) Before I began practicing Falun Dafa I suffered from a stubborn gynecological condition that caused prolonged menstrual bleeding. Neither traditional Chinese medicine nor Western medicine helped.
Because I took many herbal medicines I developed bumps and discolored patches on my face. These spots merged into large areas, and I looked like I was wearing dark mask. My natural skin tone was completely obscured, and I looked disfigured. I could not even bear to look at myself in the mirror. Life felt gloomy and I could not see any hope.
Finally Finding Master
When I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1998, the first poem I read was:
“Destined Return for the Holy Fruition
Oh how many the years, looking for the master,Finally the day has arrived to meet him.Cultivate and return, the Fa now gained,And follow your master to return, perfected.”(Hong Yin)
My tears could not stop flowing, and I reread it many times. I went through so much hardship in my lifelong search and I finally managed to find Master.
I suffered from poor health and I was plagued with chronic illnesses since I was a child. Even on the hottest summer days, if I wore a skirt, I had to wear woolen leg warmers over my knees. When I stood up from a seated position I had to bend over at a 90-degree angle and move around a bit before I could straighten up.
I was 35 years old when I found Falun Dafa. My eyes used to hurt after I read four to five lines in a book, and it took me a month to read Zhuan Falun the first time, but my eyes did not hurt the next time I read Zhuan Falun.
I was unable to work because I always felt tired. After I did the Falun Dafa exercises for two months my illnesses disappeared and I felt light and relaxed. I was able to clean the entire house before the Chinese New Year. Even though I worked from morning till night I felt relaxed and energetic.
About six months after I started cultivating, Master cleansed my body. When my period came, my abdomen jurt so badly that I could not stand up straight or sit down. I broke out in a cold sweat and discharged a lot of bloody matter. By night time, the symptoms were relieved. By the second day the bloody discharge eased, and by the fifth day, there was no more discharge, and everything was normal.
When I looked in the mirror, I was surprised to find that the spots on my face had faded significantly, and my complexion was much clearer. Later, the bumps on my face also vanished. My younger sister remarked, “You are a real beauty again.”
I am now in my 60s, yet my skin is fine-textured and smooth, free of wrinkles and spots. I look like I’m in my late 40s.
Conflict with My Mother-In-Law Is Resolved
I had a poor relationship with my mother-in-law. I did not speak to her for years because I was deeply hurt and felt wronged by my in-laws. Eighteen months after I began practicing Dafa, my attitude changed. The resentment I harbored for years dissolved—I started to have compassion, and my mother-in-law changed as well.
My mother-in-law was in her 80s and lived with my brother-in-law. Every month, I took her to my house to bathe her. She suffered from hyperthyroidism and did not sleep well at night. One time, after her bath, I played a recording of Master’s audio lecture for her before she went to sleep. She fell asleep as she listened, and she slept very well that night. The next morning, she woke up and said, “I also want to learn Falun Dafa.” I bought an MP3 player for her so she could listen to the recordings of Master’s lectures.
One summer day in 2005, my husband came home and said, “Give me 300 yuan, I want to take my mother to the doctor.” My mother-in-law had a pension and savings while my husband was out of work, and I was the sole breadwinner for the family at that time. Our child just started first grade, and we were living in a rented home. I felt a flash of irritation, but I immediately realized that this was an opportunity to cultivate my xinxing. I gave my husband the money. When I mentioned this matter a few years later, my husband lowered his head in shame.
A few days before my mother-in-law passed away, I closed my shop early to give her a haircut. I even made her a burial outfit. She always cared about her appearance and the outfit that I made for her was nicer than anything store-bought and she was very pleased. When she could no longer eat solid food, I closed the shop early and prepared millet meatballs and nutritious food for her. Although she had six children, I did not look to anyone else for help or rely on them. I did what I felt was right.
Facing the Persecution With Righteous Thoughts
On July 20, 1999, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started persecuting Falun Dafa. I did not know what to do. I made a stencil with the words “Falun Dafa: A Historic Injustice” and went with fellow practitioners to spray-paint the message in public places.
I bought paper in four colors, wrote the facts about Falun Dafa on them, and pasted them where people could see them. The combination of the four colors created a striking visual effect. Later, a practitioner from another area gave me a copier which could print four pages per minute—much faster than handwriting. We later bought a monochrome laser printer before upgrading to a color inkjet printer. As a result, we were able to produce many attractive truth-clarifying materials. We also made calendars which had in formation about Falun Dafa and we helped other practitioners start their own material-production sites.
In 2005, our material-production site was destroyed, and I was illegally arrested. A police officer began to charge an electric baton close to me, creating an atmosphere of fear. I just repeated what Master taught,
“I am rooted in the universe. If anyone could harm you, he or she would be able to harm me. Put simply, that person would be able to harm this universe.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun)
In my heart, I said to the electric baton, “Do not cooperate with the evil to persecute Dafa practitioners. It is a sin to persecute Dafa practitioners.”
The police chief personally tortured me in an attempt to extract a confession. They strapped me to an iron chair while a high-voltage electric baton was applied to my face, lips, the area behind my ears, and my fingertips, but I did not move a muscle or even furrow my brow. I remained calm and serene.
In my heart, I sent forth righteous thoughts, and I told the electric baton to reverse the current. The shock I felt was even weaker than therapeutic electrotherapy. The police chief muttered, “The stun baton is leaking its charge.” The room full of police officers became dead silent.
After I was transferred to a detention center I began a hunger strike to protest the persecution. A few days later, I was force-fed, but I rejected it with all my might. A team leader violently kicked me to the ground, and I collapsed onto a metal floor ring used to restrain shackled prisoners, but I did not feel any pain.
The next day, as soon as that team leader appeared at the small window of the cell, I pointed at him and said, “I want to talk with you.” He pointed at himself and asked, “Me?” “Yes,” I replied. Flustered, he said, “I’m busy. I have to do something. I will be back in a bit,” and he hurried off.
I expected him to come back the next day, but I never saw him again during the more than ten days I was in the detention center. It was only later that I found out he had been scared off before I had even said a word.
The detention center did not want to take responsibility for me. Left without a choice, the local police officers and the Domestic Security police sent me to a hospital. The police chief hurled abuse, and scolded Master and Falun Dafa. I sent forth righteous thoughts for him. Three days passed but nothing happened. I then looked within, “My righteous thoughts did not take effect. Was I wrong?”
Master said,
“I told you a long time ago that a Dafa disciple, or a cultivator, has no enemies. The only thing you have a role in is saving people, ...” (“Teaching the Fa in the City of Chicago,” Collected Teachings Given Around the World Volume VII).
Although the police chief was so evil, I still needed to treat him with compassion. I thought of Master’s Fa, and my attitude changed. I treated him like I would treat my family and I sent righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil elements that were controlling him so that he could be saved. He no longer came to the hospital or interfered with me. I clarified the truth about the persecution to the doctors, nurses, and police officers.
I was sentenced to five years in prison. The prison did not accept me and I was released.
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