(Minghui.org) I am a farmer, and I used to have a bad temper. Because of that, my siblings and my wife did not dare to cross me. After I began to practice Falun Dafa, my arthritis, irregular heartbeat, and stomach problems went away, and I learned how to be a good person.
My family has been very supportive after noticing how my health and behavior changed for the better, and some have become practitioners themselves. Over the years, Chinese Communist Party (CCP) officials harassed and detained me a number of times, but they did not affect my determination to live by the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.
Two police officers showed up at my door in August 2000. When they saw that I had Falun Dafa materials, they decided to confiscate them and use them to frame me.
I was not afraid, and told the officers not to touch the materials since they were private property. I then lightly tapped one officer on the shoulder. To my surprise, he stopped moving. Noticing this, the other officer took out a cell phone to call for backup. I pointed at him and told him to freeze and not do anything bad. He did not do anything.
About ten minutes later, the first officer, who was a stout fellow, said in a tiny, pitiful voice, “Please, can you let us go?”
“All right, you can go,” I replied.
Although those officers acted like tough guys when they arrived, they cowered as they left, their faces pale, as if they were ill, and they had to steady themselves against the wall as they walked away.
Several other police officers showed up the following day, asking what had happened the day before.
“Practicing Falun Dafa based on the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is not a crime,” I said. “It is legally and morally wrong to harass me like this.”
They left without saying anything. From this I learned the importance of staying righteous when faced with persecution. In fact, these officers are victims of the suppression too, and they need to be saved.
After the CCP started the staged self-immolation incident on Tiananmen Square hate propaganda in early 2001, many people were poisoned by that lie. I went to a wedding and told many people the facts about it so they could learn what was really going on. That evening I put up many self-adhesive posters about Falun Dafa in that area. Someone reported me to the police and I was arrested.
In the county detention center, the guards ordered me to write statements that denounced Dafa. I refused, so they tortured me. They directed a water hose at my nose and doused me with buckets of water until I couldn’t breathe. I passed out.
When I regained consciousness, two inmates knocked me against a wall and I passed out again. My main soul came out and floated up so that I could see my physical body lying there. Thinking I needed to go back, I returned to my body and regained consciousness. I ached all over. The pain was beyond words.
Because of the torture, I couldn’t open my mouth or my eyes, and I couldn’t hear anything. I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious, but the inmates said I did not eat or drink for 13 days. One day, however, I heard the Falun Dafa music “Pu Du” and “Ji Shi,” and saw Falun rotating at the window. I was moved to tears knowing it was encouragement from Master Li (the founder of Falun Dafa).
One inmate said that it was May 13. Since this was World Falun Dafa Day, I was very excited.
“You know, you almost died four times. I can’t imagine how you were able to come back to life every time,” one inmate said. I knew Master had suffered a lot for me and I was very thankful.
Seeing that I was still unwilling to give in after all this, and noticing that my health had improved, officials sent me to a forced labor camp for a two-year term. With my faith in Dafa and Master’s compassionate care, however, I was able to survive it.
Several police officers came to my place in 2005 with a handful of self-adhesive posters. They said I had put them up. I was arrested and sent to a labor camp for a three-year term.
As time went on, I realized I should not passively endure the persecution. Instead, I should be proactive in suppressing the vicious elements behind these officials. The guards and other labor camp officials once gathered over 20 detained practitioners in a large room and ordered us to read materials that defamed Dafa. When it was my turn to read, I said, “No.”
I was sitting not far away from the director, so I looked him in the eye while sending forth righteous thoughts to eradicate the vicious elements that manipulated him. He asked me questions, but I did not answer them and continued sending forth righteous thoughts. With help from Master, his evilness was disintegrated. It was simple on this human level—he stopped asking questions and left with all the officials and guards.
Not long after that, I was transferred to another labor camp. When I was half-asleep one evening, I saw a red dragon. Thinking it was the evil communist specter, I erected my hand and destroyed it with righteous thoughts. Then two smaller dragons appeared and I eradicated them as well. After that, two more ferocious dragons came. Using the hand gesture “Vajra Toppling a Mountain (Jingang Paishan).” a movement in the first exercise (The Great Way of Spiritual Perfection), I dissolved them. Opening my eyes, I realized that the patterns of the dragons were like the CCP flag. There was a loud crack of thunder at midnight.
When I looked out the window in the morning, I saw that the CCP flag on the top of the building had been torn apart. Another flag at the entrance of the labor camp was also destroyed—the flagpole had broken off half a yard above ground. It was indeed a battle between the righteous and evil.
After I was released in 2018, I went home and continued studying the teachings and the doing the exercises. I later saw many uḍumbara blossoms at my place, on the trees, vegetables, and garden frames. I knew this was another form of encouragement from Master for me to stay diligent in cultivation.
Starting in 2020, officials in my area implemented the “zero-out” campaign targeting all practitioners. Three officers from a nearby police station came to my home and ordered me to sign several statements renouncing my belief.
Seeing that I wasn’t about to sign anything, one officer said I could just nod or blink my eyes instead, to show that I agreed. I said I would not do that.
“Are you still practicing?” another asked.
“Of course!” I replied. I then explained how Falun Dafa changed me, that I used to be selfish but now I was considerate of others. Plus, all my health problems disappeared. Falun Dafa benefits practitioners, their families, and society in general, while causing no harm to anyone.
The police station director stopped me. “No more. If you go on like this, we will all be like you [and become practitioners],” he said as he signaled to stop videorecording, “Could you give us some tea or water so we can talk about something else?”
I was happy that the police stopped participating in the “zero-out” campaign.
In late 2021, a police officer, the local Political and Legal Affairs Committee director, and an Internet police officer showed up. I did not give in and simply told them what Falun Dafa is and why the persecution was wrong. They did not do anything and soon left.
The preceding is my story. I am already almost 70 years old, but I am very healthy and agile. People often said I am just like a young man. I know this all comes from Falun Dafa, and I am grateful to Master Li for that.