(Clearwisdom.net)
I'm a practitioner from Baoding City, Hebei Province who began Falun Dafa practice in 1998. Before obtaining the Fa, I had back pain, teeth problems, and migraines. Shortly after practicing Falun Gong, my illnesses all disappeared, but the most important thing was that Dafa purified my heart and helped me become a very pure person.
On July 20, 1999, the Jiang regime started persecuting Falun Gong. In 2001, a fellow practitioner and I went to Beijing to appeal. On the way to Beijing, we sent forth righteous thoughts and said, "Teacher, today for the sake of Fa-rectification, we will go there safely and likewise come back safely." We successfully left on the train for Beijing, and in the train we were very calm. We thought that what we were about to do was a most righteous act, and since we had Teacher and the Fa to accompany us, there was nothing to fear. That afternoon at about 1:00 p.m. we arrived at Tiananmen Square and saw police lined-up everywhere. I started to get nervous. One batch of travelers after another passed by us, yet we didn't move. I was thinking: "what is our purpose for coming here? We have Teacher and the Fa to accompany us so why should we be afraid?" We then recited a poem from Hongyin (a collection of Teacher's poems):
Experienced tens of thousands of tribulations,
Two feet treading on thousands of demons;
Erect a palm, shaking heaven and earth,
In the air stands a giant Buddha.("The Great Enlightened" from Hongyin)
At this time, another tourist group was approaching us. We immediately displayed our Falun Dafa banner and said very loud while walking, "Falun Dafa is great! Falun Dafa is a righteous way! Our teacher is innocent." At that time, someone was taking a picture of us. A bit later, a group of police arrived and forced us into a vehicle. After getting into the car, police immediately put up a curtain to prevent their evil acts from being seen.
Inside the vehicle, police scolded us. When we recited "Lunyu" (the preface of Zhuan Falun), the police slapped our faces. My fellow practitioner's mouth was swollen from the beating. I asked them why they beat people, and they became even angrier, and slapped our faces many more times. The vehicle made a full circle around Tiananmen Square, and then drove us to a certain administration office in Beijing. We were taken to a room, and a staff member asked us where we came from, but we remained silent. We were pushed into a cage where a lot of practitioners from all different provinces were already detained. Every now and then a practitioner was called to be interrogated. In order to determine where we were from, police tried to chat with us to distinguish our accents. Since we all spoke fluent mandarin the police were not able to hear any differences in our speech. Together we recited Hongyin and Teacher's new articles, and sent forth righteous thoughts. The acts really shook heaven and earth. We felt very magnificent and great as Dafa practitioners.
At around 5:00 p.m., police from the administration office took us one by one into a vehicle and transferred us to the Miyun Detention Center. On the way there, we sent forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the persecution. At around 7:00 p.m., we arrived at Miyun Detention Center. The police assigned a number to each of us and sewed a piece of white cloth with the assigned number to the front of our clothes. Practitioners were arranged sitting in a row from south to north, with two policemen standing on both sides of the line. Their faces were very unfriendly and the atmosphere was very intimidating. Later they took our pictures one after another. I resisted having my picture taken by closing my eyes or shielding my eyes each time they took the picture. They used a lot of tricks to try and take my picture, but I was able to use my wisdom to avoid it. Later, they started to illegally question us. One policeman asked me very rudely: "Where are you from? What is your name? Who else is in your family?" I kept silent, so he bluntly scolded me and started to hit and kick me. When he hit me, I sent forth righteous thoughts, "When you hit me, it is equivalent to hitting yourself." It was really a miracle. The policeman said his hand was hurt. Then unexpectedly he brought me a cup of tea, and he changed to another tactic in talking to me. I started to talk to him about Dafa, clarify the truth to him, and tell him how I benefited from Dafa. I said, "A teacher for one day is like a parent for a lifetime. My Teacher has suffered fabricated slander, why can't I say some fair words for him?" The policeman said, "If Falun Gong is as good as you say, why don't you just practice at your home? Why did you come here? What kind of person are you?" I said, "Chinese." This policeman slapped my face a couple of times and I kept sending forth righteous thoughts. At the end, he walked away with his face down.
A couple of minutes later, another policeman came in with a leather belt in his hand and he asked me, "Where are you from?" I said, "I'm Chinese." He said, "I say who is Chinese," then he brutally and continuously whipped me with the belt. When he hit me, I sent forth righteous thoughts and said, "When you hit me, it is equivalent to hitting yourself." I did not know how many whippings I suffered, but he was short of breath and stopped whipping me because he was so tired. At last he said, "I do not believe that I can not conquer you." And he walked out. A couple of minutes later, two policemen walked in with electric batons in their hand. They asked the same question, and I refused to answer. They started to shock me all over my body, and the electricity from the electric batons made a crackling sound. When they shocked me, I sent forth righteous thoughts, "When you shock me, it is equivalent to shocking yourself." They shocked me at the same time, but still could not conquer me. They said, "Why is the shock not working?" I just felt numb in my body and I knew that it was our compassionate Teacher who protected me.
Later, another big and strong policeman came in. At the beginning, his attitude was calm, and he tried to chat with me. He said that if I told him where I came from, he would release me right away. I calmed down to send forth righteous thoughts. When he saw that I was silent, he started to show his true self and said, "You do not want to talk, but I will make you talk." Therefore, while talking, he forcefully stripped off my socks and put them into my mouth and forced me to squat. After squatting for a while, I thought, "Why should I follow your order? It is illegal!" I refused to squat, and then he very forcibly slapped my mouth and said some bad words, "Are you a god? Today I'm going to hit you as a god." While beating me, he was scolding me, but when he hit me, I continued to send forth righteous thoughts. A few minutes later, he could not bear the pain of his hand and walked out. I only had one thought at that time: "No matter what you do, I will never say where I come from."
The police took turns beating me and I do not remember how many police officers beat me. I only remember what the last policeman said to me, "You are the most stubborn person." Those who refused to say where they came from were detained for seven days and their fingerprints were taken. At about 1:00 a.m. in the morning, my fellow practitioner, who came to Beijing with me, and I were sent to the number 4 prison cell. In that cell, there were already several criminals and two other Falun Gong practitioners. It was good to be with other Dafa practitioners. One practitioner asked me, "Did they beat you?" I said that I was beaten by hands and belts, and shocked with electron batons. The practitioners were all very sympathetic towards me and opened my clothes to check. It was a miracle¡ªmy body did not have any traces of being beaten or shocked by electric batons. Practitioners all said that it was a miracle. On the fourth day, there was a newly arrested practitioner from Beijing sent to our cell, whose name was Wang Aie. It was the sixth time that she had been sent to this detention center.
Seven days elapsed, and the police still did not release us. On the night of the seventh day, I saw in my dream the Chinese character "Mo" (demon), and it turned into a flashing 7:12. We realized that we would be released on July 12. We shared experiences during the daytime and did Falun Gong exercises at night when others were asleep. Police officers later found out what we did. They said it was Wang Aie's idea, so they handcuffed her cruelly by twisting her hands behind her back, which caused Wang's hands to swell. One policewoman said, "Whoever tells their address will be released first, otherwise you will stay here." We didn't listen to her words.
One more week passed, and they did not release us. At that time, a miracle happened. Fellow practitioner No. 7 could not eat anything. The jail doctor asked her to take medicine, but she refused. For fear of legal responsibilities, they released No. 7. As time flew by, we realized that we should leave this place as soon as possible because there were so many things needing our attention. We sent forth righteous thoughts to ask Teacher to strengthen us, and we decided to go on a hunger strike. So for three days, we refused to eat anything. A policewoman said, "If you do not eat, we will feed you by force." We sent forth righteous thoughts to break their plan. In the evening, fellow practitioner No. 1 (the one who came to Beijing with me) suddenly got a headache. The jail doctor was called, and we were checked. The doctor found that No.1's pulse was too fast and she was in critical condition. They were preparing a car to send her to the hospital. Then the cell head shouted, "No. 2 (my assigned number) is in danger as well!" About five officers came in and accused me of pretending to be sick. They pressed my acupuncture points, but it did not work. Then they pressed on my temples with force one after another. Fellow practitioners burst into tears while witnessing my suffering. But my mind was very clear during the process. They sent No. 1 practitioner and me to a hospital and took CAT scans and cardiograph tests. Doctors murmured something to the officers. Then we were sent back to the detention center. They locked and bound our legs and arms, and prepared to inject us with some drugs. But they failed, and had to carry us back to cell No. 4. Later, we did not answer when called, and continued sending forth righteous thoughts. We believed that with the help of Dafa and Teacher, we would leave the detention center with our righteous thoughts. At noon, the guards asked us to pick up our personal items, and they took us to the Beijing railway station. So we returned home safe and sound.
On the way home, we held our palms together to thank Teacher for his compassionate protection! During that trip, we really experienced the power of sending forth righteous thoughts.
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