(Minghui.org) I first encountered Falun Dafa in middle school. During my summer break in 1998, some friends and I saw many people practicing Falun Dafa in a park.
Among my friends, I was the only one who was interested and I learned it on the spot. I went to practitioners' homes to watch Master's video and obtained Dafa books and Master's writings.
I was a high school senior when I went to Beijing to appeal soon after the persecution started. I was arrested, detained, and sent to a labor camp for one year. My faith in Dafa never wavered. I refused to give up practicing Dafa.
After my release, I distributed materials to people that I met and helped many people quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP).
Throughout this cultivation journey, I have passed each test with faith in Master and the Fa. The following is an account of my cultivation journey.
A Dafa Disciple in High School
I was delighted to know about gods and divine beings when I started practicing Dafa. It made me happy that I could cultivate by reading Zhuan Falun, without having to search for masters in the mountains.
I believed that I now had a Master and did not have to leave home. I did not have to become a nun to cultivate.
It pleased my parents that I got up early to exercise every day. There were other benefits. My rhinitis was cured and I no longer felt short of breath.
I often encountered difficult situations but, with Master's help, I passed them all. One day, I felt dizzy and weak in class. I couldn't see the blackboard. I did not tell anyone, as I know that I'm a cultivator and I have Master. I struggled back to the boarding school's dormitory and took a nap after the class ended. When I awoke from my nap, I felt fine and relaxed.
Another time, I was choked by a fish bone and asked Master for help: “Please help me, Master.” I realized that I was too attached to this particular kind of fish and this was a hint that I should give up the attachment. As soon as this thought emerged, everything was fine.
Once hot oil splashed into my eye when I was cooking. I told myself that everything would be all right. Sure enough, I rinsed my eye with water and it was no longer painful.
I knew that each of these tests was to improve my xinxing. I could pass any test if my righteous thoughts were strong.
I improved and passed tests very quickly when I started cultivating. Gradually, the tests became huge. I realized that I would have to let go of my attachments to pass them.
Forced Labor as a High School Senior
I was not aware that the persecution of Falun Dafa had started until the school confiscated my books and notebooks in January 2001. My parents were called to the school. I felt that I did nothing wrong, as Dafa teaches us to be good people. I tried to explain this to my father, but was told to be a good student and focus on my schoolwork.
I learned from local practitioners that others encountered similar situations.
I heard that many went to Beijing to appeal to the government. I decided to do this, too, and bought a train ticket to Beijing. On my way there, I mailed materials containing information on Dafa to my school's administrators and some of my classmates.
It was snowing when I reached Tiananmen Square with a few practitioners. I unfurled a banner that said: “Falun Dafa Is Good” and ran around the square, shouting “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!”
Out of nowhere, someone kicked me from behind and I fell over. A man pushed my head down and stepped on my hands. I did not let go of the banner. He dragged me to a car while striking me repeatedly with an electric baton. After many attempts, he was able to wrestle the banner away from me.
Now almost midnight, I was taken to a room for interrogation. A policeman asked me where I was staying. I refused to answer. He then picked me up by the collar and said, “Are you looking to die?”
“I wouldn't tell you even if I was about to die,” I said. He banged my head against a wall several times.
The policeman looked to be in his forties. “Don't you have children?” I said. “I've done nothing wrong. Don't you feel ashamed of what you are doing?”
He slapped me and pulled my coat down.
At that point I became a little afraid and asked Master for help. “Please don't let him pull my clothes off, Master! Please help me!” This was the first time that I seriously asked for Master's help.
The policeman stopped and walked out of the room. Then a woman entered and interrogated me.
I was sent to a place afterward where many drug addicts were held. They cleaned up my hands and said, “How could they beat a child like this?” It was only then that I realized my left hand was black and swollen. My head and clothes were dripping with water from beatings in the snow. Many addicts noted black and blue marks on my back.
I didn't feel much pain, but I was very sleepy. I was delighted and thought, “Master must have heard my request! Thank you, Master!” My hand recovered miraculously the next day.
Later I was sent back to the dormitory in handcuffs. My whole family had gathered there to persuade me to give up practicing Falun Dafa. One said, “If you renounce your belief in Falun Dafa, you can continue with your studies. The school will forget that you went to Beijing.”
Another said, “Don't you understand why you are handcuffed while we are not?”
Another said to me, “You are just a child. How can you fight the government?”
My mother was sitting on the floor crying uncontrollably, and my father almost knelt down to plead with me to give up Falun Dafa. I broke down in tears. I felt guilty about how my actions affected my family; I felt helpless about the injustices heaped on Falun Dafa and for being unable to act in a way that would make everyone happy.
I said to everyone, “I feel that Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good. This is truly a good Fa. Falun Dafa teaches us to be good people with high morals. You have also taught me this way. There is nothing wrong with it.”
I was sent to the detention center that night and later to the labor camp for one year.
My faith in Falun Dafa never wavered, as I knew that each test I encountered was meant to eliminate my attachments and karma.
Telling Students About Falun Dafa as a Vocational School Teacher
Before I married, I taught in a vocational school. I was like a friend towards my students. I told them about China's great figures in history and important life lessons. I also found other ways to tell them about Falun Dafa since I did not have any printed materials at that time.
One day, a student passed a piece of paper up to me before class started. He said that an older woman had given it to him. The paper was about Falun Dafa spreading throughout the world. I realized that this was my opportunity to clarify the truth.
I took that paper and told the class about the staged Tiananmen Square self-immolation and Dafa spreading to the world, yet the Chinese people were not allowed to hear about this. I also told the students to remember that “Falun Dafa is good and Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” When the class ended, the students gathered around to look at the paper.
A few days later, I was teaching another class and used a piece of news to tell them about safety. “The most important thing for a person is to be healthy and safe. Has anyone heard of the the movement to quit the CCP organizations? One can be safe by quitting the CCP. Why is this so?”
I talked about the “Hidden Stone” in Guizhou Province with the characters “The Chinese Communist Party Perishes” on it and asked if there were any party members in the class. No one said anything.
So I asked, “Does that mean everyone is either a Young Pioneer or Youth League member? You may use an alias to quit, if you wish.” On that day, 30 students agreed to quit.
A Young Mother Spreads the Word
After I married and had a child, I decided to buy a printer. With the help of a relative who is also a practitioner, we printed materials from Minghui.
When my child was still young, I brought her with me to walk through small districts while carrying the materials with me. We distributed materials to every household and always maintained righteous thoughts and actions.
Other than distributing materials to households, I took the materials with me wherever I went. I gave the materials to whomever I could strike up a conversation with. Some thanked me and others told me that they had never heard of Dafa.
I went to a salon and a young man attended to me. We started talking about our hometowns and soon realized that we were from the same village.
“Have you seen many people practicing Falun Dafa there?”
He said that he used to help his neighbors print Dafa materials five to six years ago, as he knew how to use the computer. However, he didn't know anything about the persecution. He finally understood after I told him.
I met some young people when I learned how to drive. I told them about Falun Dafa and the persecution, and helped them to quit the Party. I am still in contact with some of them and learned that their lives have improved. They received blessings after understanding Dafa.
Sometimes things did not go so smoothly. I took my child out to eat and, when I was paying the bill, I gave the cashier some Dafa materials. “I've finished reading this beautiful booklet. I'm passing it on to you now.”
She asked, “What is this?”
“It's about Falun Dafa being persecuted by the CCP for so many years. We have been deceived by the CCP.”
Suddenly a tall man came over and took it. He ripped it away from her. “Don't take anything about Falun Dafa. You will be detained.”
He wanted to throw it away but I took it back quickly. “Everyone has the right to know about it,” I said. “Many people went to Hong Kong and saw practitioners doing the exercises and participating in parades. Stories of the mainland police persecuting the practitioners in China are also displayed there. This booklet said that one will receive blessing by sincerely reciting 'Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness- Compassion-Forbearance is good.' It's well worth reading.”
I handed the booklet to the cashier again and she accepted it.
Everyone in the shop was listening, which made me a little afraid. I sent forth righteous thoughts as I walked out.
There are still many people whom I have met, but have yet to tell about Dafa. I also did not do a good job in telling some of my relatives about Dafa. I'm determined to seize the time to do well and not be afraid of difficulties.
Thank you, Master, for allowing me to obtain Dafa while I was young and still have a good memory, for not letting me be afraid when walking down dark roads or passing tests, and for looking after me when I made grave mistakes and could not forgive myself.
Thank you, Master, for turning danger into safety. I believe that Master is always by my side!
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