(Minghui.org) I have been practicing Falun Dafa (Falun Gong) for over 20 years, and I am now 92 years old. I don’t know how to write, so I’ve never written an experience sharing article. This time, when Minghui.org held an online Fa conference for Dafa practitioners in China, I thought that regardless of whether I cultivated well or not, I should report about my cultivation to Master.
A friend invited me to practice Falun Dafa in late 1998. She said three people were learning the exercises at her home, and invited me to join them. I said I didn’t want to learn any kind of practice, but after she repeatedly invited me I couldn’t refuse. I decided to go and see what it was about. On the first day, I felt very tired after doing the second exercise, and said, “I can’t do it, it’s too exhausting.” But she still came every day to remind me. I felt her kindness so I continued to learn.
Obtaining Falun Dafa books was difficult at that time. She gave me a copy of Essentials for Further Advancement and asked me to read it. I went home and started reading. When I came across a passage where Master talked about karma, one line of text glowed. I thought the light was coming from the light bulb, so I looked up but didn’t see anything amiss. I didn’t understand what was going on. After I read the book, I returned it to my friend. She told me that someone had bought a copy of Zhuan Falun, but the person didn’t practice. I met that person on the street in January 1999, and asked her if I could have the book. She agreed. The price was 12 yuan. I gave her the money.
After I got home, I started reading Zhuan Falun, but many of the characters were unfamiliar to me. I wrote them down and asked other practitioners. Just as I was starting to recognize the new characters, a fellow practitioner invited me to join a Fa study group. The study group was held in the factory office, and the practitioners there were very serious about studying the Fa.
I went to a practitioner’s home to watch videos of Master’s lectures. I thought to myself, “Why do I have such bad luck that I obtained the Fa so late? Now that I’ve started cultivating, I will study the Fa well.” Soon after I began practicing it was Chinese New Year and I joined the practice site at Children’s Park. There were so many practitioners there, it felt great, and Master purified my body.
After I had practiced at Children’s Park for more than three months, I felt very tired one morning after finishing the exercises, and fell asleep after I went home. I had a dream in which Master asked me three questions, one about killing life, one about practicing only one cultivation way, and one about believing in Master. I answered all three correctly.
I had read Zhuan Falun only 18 times when the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began its massive suppression of Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999. A woman from the neighborhood committee led police officers to forcibly take my Dafa books. Without the books, I couldn’t study the Fa, and I lost contact with other practitioners.
In late May 2000, an elderly practitioner told me, “Master’s new article, ‘Your Heart Should Know,’ has been published.” I copied it down and memorized it that very night. A few months later, I found a piece of truth clarification material that was written for the Public Security officers. I thought the content was great and told a fellow practitioner that we should print and distribute it. We went to a shop with a photocopier, and the owner asked what material we wanted printed. I said, “Don’t worry about it, just print it, and I’ll pay you.” He printed 40 copies for us.
The next evening, I distributed a copy to each of the two police stations and three schools. I distributed the remaining copies with the fellow practitioner to three residential communities. Other practitioners later found out, and told me, “You don’t to print any more. I’ll provide you with the materials.” From that point on, I began regularly distributing truth clarification materials with this practitioner and I’ve never stopped.
I’ve been detained by the police nine times. The first time was one night in 2002, when a practitioner, her husband, and I were putting up “Falun Dafa Is Good” signs on telephone poles by the roadside, and we were reported. The police took us in for questioning. I thought to myself, “I have Dafa books and materials at home, and I need to get them collected before the police search my house.” I told the officers, “Let the others go back. It’s all my business, and I’ll stay here.” The police didn’t let them go, and after a forced interrogation, they locked us up in their dormitory. We couldn’t sleep.
Before dawn, I saw someone come into the room, standing about a meter away, who said, “Distinction between human and enlightened beings” (“Distinction Between Human and Enlightened Beings,” from Hong Yin). I just memorized this poem. I felt Master was telling me to be a practitioner, not an ordinary person, and I vowed to do my best. I answered, “Yes,” and immediately the person vanished. I looked at the time—it was exactly 5 a.m.
The police took me away at 8 a.m., illegally searched my home, and sent us to the detention center. I thought that my fellow practitioners were two people, while I was one, so I’d bear all the suffering rather than the two of them. The next day, the police interrogated me again, and asked, “Did you give her all the materials?” I confirmed that I did. They asked, “Where did your materials came from?”
I replied, “You want me to guess? I suppose you gave them to me, right?” The police said I could go home.
I was illegally arrested again in 2005 and taken to the detention center. That day, I didn’t return home on time, and my children knew something was wrong. They hid Master’s portrait and all my Dafa materials. During my detention, I didn’t eat for two days. When I mediated that night I felt Master’s law body send me something to eat. I couldn’t see what it was, but I ate it without moving my mouth. Afterward, I didn’t feel thirsty or hungry, and felt very comfortable.
When I returned home, my son forbade me from practicing, and he hid my Dafa books. No matter how I asked, he wouldn’t give them to me. My son knelt down and begged, “Please, Mom, don’t practice anymore.” No matter what I said, he wouldn’t stand up.
I was heartbroken, and I wept. What should I do? Finally, I said, “Please stand up. I have made up my mind to cultivate. If you want your mother, stand up. If not, I will leave.”
My son felt he had no choice but to call his younger brother for help. My younger son said, “Mom, I don’t mind if you study the Fa and practice, but just don’t go out.”
I tried to reassure and calm them. I said, “I know what to do. Don’t worry.”
No one in my family has since interfered with my practice, and I’ve been steadfast in doing the three things. Sometimes my son reminded me to be careful when the situation was tense. Distributing truth clarification materials became my main task. I started by distributing on the streets, then placing materials in parked bicycle baskets, in apartment buildings, and then in rural villages and construction sites. I also helped people quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. As construction sites became fewer, I started distributing materials at local markets and clarifying the truth, which I still do today.
I once went to a county market to help people quit the CCP. I was reported and taken away by the police. While in the police car, I sent forth righteous thoughts to dissolve the evil in their dimensional field. At the police station, an officer asked my name and I asked his name. The officer told me that he was the station chief. I replied, “Why did you bring me here? I haven’t done anything wrong. I just want people to know the truth [about Dafa], so they can stay safe. What’s wrong with that?”
I continued, “Falun Dafa teaches people to follow Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance, and be good people. When something goes wrong, we look within ourselves. We practice selflessness and always put others before ourselves. That’s why it’s so good. The CCP has done so many bad things, and gods will destroy it. Think about it, the CCP has been persecuting Chinese people with one movement after another. Jiang Zemin [former CCP leader] persecuted Falun Dafa. Practitioners overseas have sued him, and he dared not travel to some countries. So, who’s right and who’s evil?”
The police chief responded, “Auntie, you can leave now.”
I replied, “I’m not done yet.” I then told the officers there that Falun Dafa is practiced in more than 100 countries around the world, and Zhuan Falun has been translated into dozens of languages.” He led me out. The gate was right next to the bus station. I got on the bus and went home.
There was another time when I went to a distant county town’s market to clarify the truth. I helped five people quit the CCP organizations, and distributed all my truth-clarifying materials. An elderly practitioner came by and gave me some more materials. Just as I put them into my bag, the police arrived and arrested both of us. Many people were watching. I shouted, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is good!”
At the police station, we were put into separate rooms. A person came in to draw my blood. I stood up and stopped him, asking, “Whose blood are you drawing?”
He responded, “Forget it, then,” and left.
A young man came to the computer to input my data, so in my mind I told the computer, “You are a life too. If you help him put in these words, there will be no future for you. The CCP is evil. If you refuse to cooperate and be used by them, you’ll have a bright future.” I kept sending righteous thoughts, and the young man could not type in anything. He fiddled with the machine for a long time, but it wouldn’t work. I said, “Young man, the computer is broken.”
He replied, “It’s not broken, it’s fine. Why can’t it type?”
I said, “Just stop trying. The gods see that you’re not bad so they don’t want you to go down the evil path with the CCP.”
We had been at the police station from 10 a.m. until 4 p.m. By then, they had no way to handle us so they called our families to come pick us up. When my son arrived, the police chief said, “Don’t bring your mother out again, she’s too old.”
My son replied, “She’s the older generation, so my opinion doesn’t count. She hasn’t taken any medicine for over 20 years [because she practices Falun Dafa], and she doesn’t listen to me.” We got into the car and went home.
I saw a report on Minghui.org in 2015 about practitioners in China suing Jiang Zemin. I was so happy! I wanted to do that too, but I didn’t know how to write. I asked a practitioner who was able to use the Internet. She said, “You need to have very strong righteous thoughts,” but she didn’t tell me how to write it.
I went home thinking, “I won’t go out to clarify the truth for the next couple of days. I’ll stay home and write.” I wrote a couple of pages, but it didn’t work. It felt wrong to stay at home and not go out and help people learn the truth about Dafa. So after sending righteous thoughts at midnight, I said to Master’s portrait, “Master, I want to file legal complaints against Jiang Zemin, but I don’t know how to write. Please help me.” I kept writing until 2 a.m. and finally finished. The next day, I asked a fellow practitioner to print it for me, and I mailed it to the Supreme Procuratorate and the Supreme Court. A few days later, I received receipts from them.
Since I started cultivating, I’ve been in several car accidents, and each one was life-threatening. I was hit by a car from behind in March 2008, and it knocked me four or five meters away. The driver was terrified and quickly came to help me, saying, “Auntie, please get up. I just learned how to drive and took the wrong route. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
I replied, “It’s okay. I’m a Falun Dafa practitioner. Our Master teaches us to follow Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance, and be good people. We don’t cheat others.”
I began to clarify the truth to him, and he agreed to quit the CCP’s youth organizations. I told him to go on his way. A woman who witnessed everything asked, “You’ll just let him go like that?” I clarified the truth to her, and she also agreed to quit the CCP.
In March 2020, when the COVID pandemic started and the city was under lockdown, all the public buses stopped running, so I rode an electric tricycle to the market to clarify the truth. On my way back, I fell off and got stuck underneath it. A few people passing by lifted the tricycle and helped me to the side of the road. My clothes were torn, and my legs and arms were bruised, but two days later I was fine and I continued going out to clarify the truth.
Thank you, Master! Thank you, fellow practitioners, for your help!
(Selected submission for the 22nd China Fa Conference on Minghui.org)
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