(Minghui.org) All genuine Falun Dafa disciples know about the boundless compassion our Master has shown us, which we will never be able to repay. I would like to share a few of my own miraculous experiences to express my deep gratitude.
I went to Beijing in the summer of 2000 with a few other fellow practitioners to appeal for justice for Falun Dafa. We opened banners on Tiananmen Square and shouted “Falun Dafa is good!” We were soon rounded up by police and taken to the Beijing Detention Center.
The police started interrogating me that night and asked for my name and address. I refused to answer their questions and kept reciting Master’s poem in my heart:
“In life, nothing sought,In death, regretting naught;Washing away all wrong thought,Buddhahood, with less adversity, is wrought.”(“Nothing Kept,” Hong Yin)
A tall police officer started slapping my face ferociously, but it felt like a small child was slapping me. He asked me my name and address again, and I remained quiet. He then got very angry and started slapping my face again. He hit me so hard that I almost fell over, but I still felt no pain. The officer, however, collapsed on the chair in pain, and was breathing heavily, with his face covered in perspiration. He no longer dared to hit me after that.
I thought at the time that he collapsed because he was tired from beating me. Through Fa study I later understood that it happened this way because Master transferred the pain to the abuser.
I decided to go Beijing to safeguard the Fa, but my family had very little money, so my wife (also a practitioner) borrowed 300 yuan from a relative for my travel expenses (300 yuan at that time was enough to keep a peasant family going for a year).
I opened the seam at the bottom of my trousers, folded up a 100-yuan bill and put it in the seam for later use, and I put two hundred yuan in my pocket for train tickets and other expenses.
I was arrested for displaying a banner in Tiananmen Square and taken to the Beijing Detention Center. As soon as I got there, the police forced me to take off my shoes and hand over the remaining 75 yuan in my pocket.
After I was taken to a cell, a young inmate searched my trousers and found the 100-yuan banknote inside the bottom seam. He handed the money to the cell head, with a pleasing smile on his face. The next morning, the cell head bought chicken, fish, and meat meals, and the four perpetrators had a feast.
The detention center decided to send me to the Anhui Liaison Office in Beijing three days later. On the way out, I collected a plastic bag containing my shoes at the gate. When I opened the bag, I was so surprised to see my 100 yuan bill in-between my shoes!
Tears filled my eyes immediately as I knew that Master’s Fashen (law body) was right beside me, helping and encouraging me at all times.
Over the years, each time I told my relatives and friends about this incident, they always asked, “The bank note was taken from you and spent by the inmates on food. How could it possibly end up in your shoe bag?”
“Our Master protects every true disciple,” I explained to them.
I told many relatives, friends, and acquaintances about this and they were all very impressed. Some of them also started practicing Falun Dafa.
Dozens of practitioners and I were taken in the summer of 2002 to a brainwashing center in the city. We memorized the Fa, practiced the exercises, and sent forth righteous thoughts to resist the brainwashing.
One morning, the secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee (PLAC) of our county came to talk to me alone, hoping to force me to give up practicing Falun Dafa.
I refused to answer his questions, but kept sending righteous thoughts and looking him in the eye. As soon as he met my eyes, he looked away in fear, and left quickly after saying just a few words.
When I heard from the police that the PLAC secretary would return to talk to more practitioners the next afternoon, I told the practitioners about how I stared him in the eye and sent forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil behind him. I suggested that we all stare at him and send forth righteous thoughts when he came to talk to us.
The next afternoon, we went to the conference room full of police officers. The PLAC secretary was sitting at the podium. When he saw that all the practitioners were looking him in the eye, his face turned gloomy with fear, and his voice trembled as he yelled out, “Don’t curse me, you can’t curse me to death!” He then lowered his head and read his speech, never daring to look at us again.
When we left the venue, an elderly female practitioner said to me, “I was staring at him so hard that my eyes hurt.” We both laughed.
I rode my bicycle to deliver some Dafa materials one night at 3 a.m. in the spring of 2008, to a practitioner’s place ten miles away. It was very dark, with no people around. I pedaled along the sandy road.
I had traveled on that road many times and knew it very well. There was a bridge I had to cross along the way. The bridge was built in the 1960s. It had no railings and it was not wide enough for two cars to cross at the same time. Due to years of disrepair, a hole as big as a basketball had developed on the bridge, five-inches from the edge.
When I thought I was still some distance from the bridge, a big truck was driving towards me from the opposite direction. I was blinded by its strong headlights, so I slowed down and pedaled along the side of the road. When the truck went past me, I realized in shock that I had already crossed the bridge!
I got off my bicycle, pushed it back to the bridge and saw that the big hole was still there. Think about it, if the front wheel of my bicycle had gotten stuck in the hole and I fell over to the left, I would have been hit by the big truck. If I fell to the right, I would have fallen into the deep ditch beneath the bridge. Tears filled my eyes instantly and I was so grateful to Master for saving me from the danger.
These miraculous incidents have often flashed in my mind, reminding me to always cherish Master’s boundless compassion and grace. Whenever I think of the enormous sufferings Master bears for us disciples, my eyes fill with tears of gratitude.
I will continue to study the Fa well, constantly improve my xinxing, and do my best to save more people through truth-clarification. Only by doing so can I be worthy of Master’s compassionate salvation.