(Clearwisdom.net) Before the Beijing Olympics in 2008, Falun Dafa practitioners in my area encountered massive persecution. When I saw evil in other dimensions coming towards me, I stopped all my work and began to intensively study the Fa and clearing away the evil. When I felt that I did not have enough strength to eradicate the evil, I sought support from other practitioners with whom I had regular contact and made arrangements to have a practitioner take over my work making truth clarification materials. I begged Teacher to help me smoothly transfer the materials and equipment to the other practitioner.
The practitioner came as agreed and moved out all the equipment from my house. I sent my child over to my in-law's house, and told my child not to come home alone. Then I began to concentrate on studying the Fa and cleaning up the evil. The police had been watching me for a whole week after receiving a tip from a local practitioner. This practitioner had worked with me for several years, but under the immense pressure of torture while being detained, disclosed the details of my Dafa work. In order to catch other practitioners outside my home, the police had set up a vigilant surveillance. I was surprised, however, that they did not see anything. I continued to go out every night to distribute materials, other practitioners visited me, and I transferred the equipment without incident. When the police came in to ransack my home, they found nothing, and asked me what had happened. I felt grateful for Teacher's merciful protection and could not help but laugh at their ignorance.
1. Eradicating the Evil's Plot
Several husky officers took me to the police station by force, put me in handcuffs and shackles, cuffed me to a chair, and took turns torturing me for three days and nights. They attempted to acquire information about other practitioners' actions, but I did not cooperate. Without any further recourse, they resorted to making up stories in a vain attempt to scare me, telling me about other practitioners who had lost their homes because they did not cooperate with the police. With a calm mind and firm intention, I silently said to the evil in other dimensions, "Give up any ideas of misguiding practitioners! They are the hope for sentient beings' salvation, and that is Teacher's arrangement. Whoever dares to interfere is violating heavenly law." I said to the police, "No, I do not have the information you are looking for." I looked inwards to try to understand why I was in this position of being tortured: Did I have the attachment of showing-off when doing Fa-rectification work? If I did not have such an attachment, why would the police be questioning me? Did I truly achieve the standard of the Fa? I found that I did indeed feel a sense of pride and complacency in my Fa projects. I felt truly regretful and quickly admitted my mistake to Teacher.
As I endured the fourth day of torture, overseas practitioners made calls to the police station and to the officer who arrested me. When I learned that the news of my persecution had been posted on the Internet, I thought that practitioners would surely send forth righteous thoughts for me! The police started asking me who had passed on the news of my arrest, as they thought that they had been quite discrete and had planned everything quite thoroughly. They could not understand how Falun Gong practitioners could find out about my arrest so quickly. They asked me what kind of sophisticated technology practitioners were using. Realizing that I would not give up any information, they said, "If you do not tell, we will force others to tell. We still can send you to a forced labor camp without any confession!"
2. Repeatedly Recite the Fa, Disintegrate the Evil with Righteous Thoughts
On the fifth day, the police locked me up in a detention center. During this period, they refused to tell my family about my arrest. I did not know how I could tell them so I asked Teacher for help! When they interrogated me again, when it was relatively quiet, I asked a police officer who appeared to be kinder than the others to tell my cousin who worked in the public security bureau about my arrest and he agreed. He really called my cousin and asked that my family waste no time in securing my release.
As I sat in the detention center, I thought about how much my family had suffered since the persecution first began: over the last several years I had lost my job, my marriage had been destroyed, and I had relied on my parents for food even though they were in financial straits themselves. For this, my parents hit me and scolded me. My hair turned white due to worry and my older brothers no longer inquired about me. Would they rescue me this time?
I spent the whole day thinking about my family's situation until I came to a decision: No matter what, my family must find a way to get me out, because their future destinies are connected to Dafa practitioners. They should seize the opportunity to help me. I calmed down to recite the Fa, repeatedly reciting the portions of the Fa that I had memorized well, and then sent forth righteous thoughts to clear out the evil in other dimensions who were attempting to persecute me. I also cleared out the evil elements behind my family members, steadfastly sending righteous thoughts to strengthen them in rescuing me. I begged Teacher to help me out, even though I still did not understand what attachments of mine the evil had taken advantage of; I would eventually rectify myself in the Fa. I said to Teacher that I needed to get out to save people!
I recited the Fa and sent forth righteous thoughts all day. Even when I slept I could feel that I recited the Fa in my dreams. I understood that whether or not I was released depended on how much I relied on the Fa's power to disintegrate the evil that persecuted me. I could not merely hope, but needed to take an active role in this process. When I felt sleepy during the day, a voice immediately reminded me to quickly recite the Fa and send forth righteous thoughts. The evil in other dimensions became mad, wickedly scolding me. This actually greatly increased my appreciation for Dafa's power and the evil's fear of Dafa, and increased my confidence in reciting the Fa and sending forth righteous thoughts! I completely soaked my entire mind and body in the Fa, not allowing any evil thoughts to come into my system.
Every day I heard a voice tell me which one of my family members was planning on rescuing me and how the staff of the domestic security division and people on the political and judiciary committees felt about me. Lives in other dimensions held daily meetings to discuss how to deal with me. I did not know if what I heard was real, all I knew was that I had to recite the Fa and send forth righteous thoughts continuously to clear out all the evil factors and strengthen my family's will in securing my release. The other inmates all asked me what I was doing. I sat there all day without talking or moving.
During this period, other practitioners were brought into the detention center. Because the evil was threatened by our communicating with one another, the guards often separated practitioners so that there were few opportunities for us to share our thoughts. Some practitioners were on hunger strikes to resist the persecution, while other practitioners came in with human notions, crying from being mistreated. I reminded them to cheer up; regardless of what we ate, we needed sufficient energy to recite the Fa and send forth righteous thoughts.
One day the person on duty in the detention center brought me clothes and toiletries, and told me that my in-laws had deposited money for me. This was the first time that I had news of my family since my arrest. I recalled how my husband initially used his family to try to influence me to stop practicing Dafa. He wanted to divorce me, and yet I kindly treated my husband and my in-laws with forgiveness and patience, urging them to relinquish their memberships in the Chinese Communist Party and its affiliated organizations. This was the first time they supported me since the persecution began!
3. Going Home
After I had been detained for over 20 days, I increased the frequency and intensity of sending forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil. I began to hear the evil's voice begging for mercy, saying that I would be released in three days if I would stop sending forth righteous thoughts. I did not know whether it was true, but remained unmoved and continued to send forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil.
On the 28th day, my forbearance started to wane and I wondered if I would ever be released. Several non-practitioners that were being held with me said that they all felt that I would be released because I was so kind and did not disclose other practitioners' activities. They thought I might be released at any time. I smiled upon hearing this and thought, "Then I will go home!"
After breakfast the next day, I was sitting on a sleeping board in the cell and reciting the Fa when the guard came over, calling my name. The other inmates asked where I was going and the guard said, "Where else? She's going home!"
I put on clean clothes and walked out through the heavy iron gate of the detention center. I walked along the immense wall of the center until I reached the main entrance. There I saw my older brothers waiting for me. Tears welled up in my eyes and my heart soared. Smiling, I walked toward them. On the way home, nobody complained about me. My brothers told me that they had found me a good job and that I could go to work in a few days!
I returned home and my mother looked after me until I recovered. She told me about the whole process of rescuing me. Our family used all their contacts to locate all the officials that they knew, from our local area to the county and city. "Whether they were of high or low rank," my mother said. "We tried the best for you."
After several days, I started work in a new job and rejoined my fellow practitioners in validating Dafa.