(Clearwisdom.net) I was released from prison on medical parole more than four years ago, when I was diagnosed with tuberculosis. I stayed in the hospital for a couple of months, and was initially on an intravenous drip. They then told me to take some pills, but I always threw them away. I did not have strong righteous thoughts, so my physical condition became worse. I had to take oxygen through a mask, and could only lie on a cotton bed-sheet to sleep. When another practitioner was taken out of the prison and put alongside me, she shared her experience with me. We sent forth righteous thoughts together and recited Master's Fa. She kept encouraging me, and I got better. I realized that my illness was due to not having strong righteous thoughts.
The inmates held in the hospital went to watch television every night, so I was left alone. I looked at my reflection in the window and said to myself firmly, “I am a practitioner of Master Li Hongzhi. No one can affect me. I need to get out of here. I must go home and save more sentient beings.”
Master said:
“I am rooted in the universe. If anyone can harm you, he or she would be able to harm me. Put simply, that person would be able to harm this universe.” (Zhuan Falun)
A few days later, I dreamed of stepping out of the prison with many inmates hand in hand. We came to a square where many practitioners were doing the second set of exercises, so we joined them.
The physician at the hospital told me I was well enough to leave, so I was returned to prison. When the guard asked me to sign the receipt for my stay in the hospital, I asked him who would pay for it. He said that I had to pay. I then replied, “I used to be very healthy, and it was because I was persecuted that I got tuberculosis. If I could do the Falun Gong exercises, I would recover shortly. However, I am not allowed to do the exercises. How could you ask me to pay for what happened to me?” The guard then said that he would talk to his boss. When he got back to me a few days later, he told me that several thousand yuan in my account would be used to pay for my medical care, and the prison would pay the rest of the bill. I disagreed and said that I needed the money to survive. The next day, the head of the guards told me that his boss agreed to pay all of the medical expenses and asked me to sign the receipt. Then I agreed to sign it.
I used every opportunity to tell the prison inmates the facts about Falun Dafa and asked them to remember that Falun Dafa is good and Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good. At that time, I was not aware of the effort to help people quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations. I had talked to many inmates about Dafa, and remembered my dream. Master had arranged for people with predestined relationships to come to me and learn the facts, so that they could be saved.
After I left the hospital, I was soon released. However, I still could not lie in bed without a cotton bed-sheet to sleep on. Then I thought, “I am a practitioner. Why would I always have to sleep like this? I should just lie on the bed.” I removed the cotton sheet and lay on the bed. My chest was so uncomfortable that I could hardly breathe. I kept telling myself that I should not sit up and that I would get better. Then I fell asleep. It did not feel that uncomfortable after that when I lay on the bed to sleep.
I went home more than a year before my sentence was due to finish. I was granted one year of medical parole, but needed to apply for additional medical parole if I needed it. Some prison guards came to my home one day and told my family that I had to go to the police station to apply for additional medical parole.
The police asked me if I was still practicing or took medication. There were several policemen there, so I took the opportunity to tell them about the wonders of Dafa. I told them that when I was released, my body was so weak that I could not walk properly and had to use a cotton bed-sheet to help me sleep. However, by practicing Falun Dafa I became healthy again and did not need to take any medication. Moreover, I gained ten pounds. The police officers looked at each other and did not say anything.
An agent from the 610 Office told me to register at the police station, but I refused. A policeman later came to my home and told me to report to them once a month. I could either go there or phone them. However, I did not report to them at all.
During the first three weeks of being back at home, I had three dreams where I was in a hospital. Then I had another three dreams where I was in a prison. Did the old forces still want to persecute me? My cultivation path was arranged by Master. Practitioners should not be held in a prison or a hospital. Every time I woke up, I rejected the old forces' arrangements. When I recovered from my illness, I started to work. A middle school teacher looked at me and said, “I cannot believe that you look younger after spending several years in a prison. After witnessing your changes, I would like to practice Falun Dafa.”
Many friends and relatives came to visit me at home, so I took the opportunity to tell them the facts about Dafa and helped them to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. I had many different ways to let people know the facts about Falun Dafa and save sentient beings. Whenever there was interference and it looked like I was in danger of being arrested, I managed to avoid trouble under Master's protection.
Please point out anything inappropriate in my sharing or understanding.
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