(Clearwisdom.net)
I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. Since practicing Falun Dafa, my moral standards have risen, I love my country and people more, and I understand the essentials of being human. With Zhen (Truthfulness), Shan (Compassion), Ren (Forbearance) as my principles, I always check myself whenever I see conflicts between other people or experience them myself; and I try to treat everyone around me with sincerity.
Before she started practicing Falun Gong my mother used to suffer from diabetes and she had bursitis in her shoulders. She spent a lot of money on medical treatments every year; but none had any effect. Through practicing Falun Gong, my mother and I eliminated many illnesses and upgraded our realms of thought. We do not pursue fame or personal interests and have reached a disease-free state. All of these miracles occurred because we practice Falun Dafa.
Teacher said, "...whereas real Buddhas are guardians of the cosmos and are responsible for all righteous elements in the cosmos." ("Speech by Master Li Hongzhi at the Western US Experience Sharing Conference"). After the evil forces attempted to persecute Dafa, I realized that I should step forward to clarify the truth to the people of the world. On December 30, 2000, while on Tiananmen Square, I opened a banner that read, "Falun Dafa is good" and shouted, "Falun Dafa is good! Restore my Teacher's reputation!" A group of plainclothes policemen charged at me and twisted my arms behind my back and dragged me into a police car. I watched many other practitioners being taken into the car. Some of them shouted, "Falun Dafa is good!" The police in the car immediately started to beat us. Some police slapped us, and some aimlessly beat us with police batons. An evil policeman beat my hands with a baton three times, which caused my hands to immediately swell up. He also punched me on the temples. They closed the curtains in the car while beating us.
They took us to the Qianmen Police Station, where I saw many practitioners locked in iron cages. There, I suffered all kinds of abuse that caused me severe physical and mental damage. When they asked my name, I said, "I did not commit any crime. You illegally arrested me and violated the law. I will not tell you." "Whack, whack" they immediately slapped me. I still refused to tell them my name. An evil police officer stuck an orange peel into my eyes, spoke to me using dirty language, and kicked me with his boots. I was kicked to the ground. Two other police officers beat me with rubber batons. One of them said, "Beat the inner part of her legs to see whether she is afraid of pain." At this time, I had only one thought in my mind, "I will not tell you my name even if you beat me to death." I recited Teacher's poem:
"To live with no pursuits,
To die with no regrets;
Extinguish all illusory thoughts,
Cultivating Buddhahood is not difficult."
("Non-existence", from Hong Yin)
I felt the power of Dafa. They continued to beat me. One police officer said, "My hands become itchy watching you beat her. I will also beat her." He jumped at me like a beast and kicked me hard on my ribs and then hit my ribs with a baton. I passed out from the pain. Then, I was sent to the Miyun Detention Center where many practitioners who did not tell their names were also locked up. They had been beaten so severely that some of their heads were deformed and they had numerous injuries all over their bodies. We shared our experiences and encouraged each other.
At midnight, they secretly sent us to Jinzhou City, Liaoning Province. Snow fell like goose feathers that day. My body was covered in bruises and cuts. I spent one dark day after another there. I was illegally interrogated almost everyday. We went on a hunger strike to request the restoration of the reputation of Dafa and Teacher. Since the police violated the law and arrested us illegally, we asked for our unconditional release. On the eleventh day of my hunger strike, the police said, "If you do not eat, we will force feed you." I said, "If you forcefully feed me, I will knock my head against the wall until I die." Later, after we started eating again, we spread the Fa and clarified the truth to them with benevolent hearts. Some police were indeed awakened. The criminals there said, "We watched the slander of Dafa on the TV. However, after having met you, we see you are not a bit like what was said on the TV. You consider other people first and are kind to others. We understand many things now and know that those who practice Falun Gong are all good people." We said, "These are all taught by our Teacher."
Just before New Year's Eve they came to take me from my cell. I remembered Teacher once said that if one's heart is not moved, one could control tens of thousands of moving things. My heart did not move and the evil did not dare to come near me. In the end, the police officer's efforts were in vain. Several days later, they brought some traitors from Masanjia (a labor camp notorious for torturing Falun Gong practitioners) to give us "lessons". We sent forth righteous thoughts together to suffocate the evil. In "Deter Interference", Teacher said, "The Fa can reveal all attachments, the Fa can eradicate all evils, the Fa can expose and dispel all lies, and the Fa can strengthen righteous thoughts." The traitors were not be able to continue their preaching and left me alone. The police became very angry and threatened, "We will send you to Masanjia." I recited another of Teacher's poems:
"Dafa never leaves the body,
Heart contains Zhen-Shan-Ren;
A great Arhat in the world,
Spirits and ghosts fear the most."
("Mighty Virtue" from Hong Yin)
In the beginning of March, seeing that we did not relent, they tied our hands behind our backs with handcuffs and prevented us from sleeping by asking the criminals to take turns watching us during the night. Many practitioners' hands were so swollen that people found them unbearable to look at. When the police saw that my hands were not too swollen, they cuffed me with very tight handcuffs. Within a few seconds, the skin on my wrists was cut, the iron cuffs dug deeply into my flesh, and my hands lost all feeling. I thought about how much Teacher suffered for me. How much could this bit of pain count? Just like this, one by one, I passed the tests. I lived through the long darkness before dawn, and finally walked out of the evil cave.
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