(Minghui.org) I have been practicing in Falun Dafa for nearly 30 years. After the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started the persecution in 1999, I was persecuted and detained three times. I’d like to share about the last time I was persecuted and how I countered the persecution in the detention center, dismantled the forced labor sentence imposed upon me, and validated the Fa. Please kindly correct me If I have written anything that is not in accordance with the Fa.

Arrested and Detained

In May 2002, I was arrested at the home of practitioner Aiping [alias] along with several other fellow practitioners. The police had hidden downstairs for a few days before they made the arrests. We were illegally detained.

In fact, before this round of persecution, Master had given me some hints to point out my attachments to zealotry and validating myself, but because of my poor enlightenment quality, I did not understand the hints. Master was right there with me, telling me that there was danger and that I should pay attention. Because I had those attachments, I was taken advantage of by the evil.

In the detention center, practitioners were made to stand for a long period of time. We were beaten, forced to sit on iron chairs, and force-fed. Practitioners recited Master’s poems loudly, which resounded throughout the cell. The inmates shouted “Falun Dafa is good,” as they admired the courage of the Dafa practitioners.

One day, I read Master’s words,

“The Dharma’s tribulation was a tribulation for humans and religions, rather than a tribulation for Buddhas.” (“For Whom do You Practice Cultivation,” Essentials for Further Advancement)

I understood that being illegally detained was not what should happen to Dafa practitioners. I said to Master in my heart, “Master, this is not where I should stay. I want to go out and validate the Fa.There are so many Dafa projects waiting for me to coordinate.”

One night during meditation, I didn’t feel right, and I felt a huge amount of energy flowing in my body, accompanied by pain. When the inmates saw me like this, they called the prison doctor, who said that I’d had a heart attack. I was then put on an IV for three days.

On the fourth day, I remembered that Master had said,

“True cultivators have no illnesses,” (“Explaining the Fa for Falun Dafa Assistants in Changchun,” Further Discussions on Falun Dafa)

My previous heart problems (before I obtained the Fa) were cured after practicing Dafa, so I realized that the IV drip was persecution to my body. I told the prison doctor, “I am not sick, and my physical condition is caused by the illegal detention.” The prison doctor said, “We can’t just waste the medicine.” I said, “If you think it’s a waste, I’ll pay for the medicine, but from now on, I’m determined not to have an IV.”

That night in my dream, a long scroll with no end in sight hung down from the sky, and in the dream I knew that I had signed a contract with the old forces. When I looked closely, there were several big words on the scroll, “Fa-rectification and cultivation,” which were particularly conspicuous. There were a few lines of small characters underneath. As I was looking down, the scroll suddenly caught fire, and the pact I had signed with the old forces turned to ashes. I knew it was Master telling me that I did the right thing by refusing the IV.

Master Enlightened Me to Negate the Persecution

Master had already told Dafa practitioners to send forth righteous thoughts to eliminate evil, so all of us unlawfully-detained practitioners sent righteous thoughts as a group every hour of the day, effectively clearing out the evil. I realized that only by being a true cultivator and letting go of the attachment to life and death, could I receive Master’s strengthening.

We were sitting in meditation as a group when a fellow practitioner said to me, “What’s the matter with you? Sometimes you can look inward, but sometimes you are like a naughty child. Some of your attachments are so obvious, but you don’t cultivate yourself.” I understood that I didn’t do well in my cultivation, so Master alerted me through my fellow practitioner’s words. I made up my mind to strengthen my cultivation of every thought, identify and disintegrate all attachments, and cultivate myself based on the Fa at all times.

I realized one day that Master had made me understand that Dafa practitioners’ main consciousnesses needed to decide whether or not to acknowledge the persecution of being illegally detained. I immediately said in my heart, “Master controls everything, and Dafa practitioners should not be persecuted. I resolutely don’t accept this kind of persecution.”

I was suffering from puffiness, dizziness, and wheezing every day during that period of time. I reminded myself that after I started practicing Dafa, I had not been sick, I am a divine being who is validating the Fa, and I did not want anything imposed on me. Master said,

“... the depth of ding indicates one’s level.” (Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun)

I realized that Dafa has already given Dafa practitioners abilities, so it’s up to us whether we dare to use them. I had this thought: “The persecution doesn’t exist. With Master and Dafa, I will walk out of the detention center with dignity.”

When not eating and sleeping, I spent the rest of my time sending forth righteous thoughts, reciting the Fa, and studying the Fa every day. I was fortunate enough to be able to read one lecture of Zhuan Falun while hiding under the blankets at about 3 a.m. I was seen by a guard on patrol once, but he did not report me. When my cell was later searched, the guard said that there was nothing in my cell, so there was no need to search it. The Dafa book was miraculously protected, and this guard also positioned himself well, choosing a bright future for himself.

Upholding Dafa in the Detention Center

I asked myself to follow the Fa in every regard, because Dafa has the power to correct all improprieties. A prisoner started to insult Master and Dafa, and I immediately stopped her. I said, “Even the Communist Party can’t stop Falun Gong. Who are you? Shut your mouth!” As a Dafa practitioner, I knew that I must not allow her to insult my Master.

This prisoner later stole something from a fellow practitioner, so I stopped her and said, “Do you know how difficult it is for this Dafa practitioner? Give her back her things!” I realized that all the persecution imposed on Dafa practitioners was aimed at the Fa, and that sentient beings should not be allowed to create karma. This prisoner later understood the truth of Dafa and helped protect Dafa practitioners, thus becoming a truly good person.

Negating the Illegal Forced Labor

After I was illegally detained for three months, I was given three years of forced labor. A deputy director from the police department came to the detention center and delivered the written decision. I stood up and said, “I don’t accept it!” I tore up the paper and said firmly, “For me, there is no such thing as forced labor.” The deputy director threatened me. I said, “What you said doesn’t count, only what my Master says counts.”

We were forcibly sent to the provincial prison for a physical examination. I thought to myself, “Only what my Master says counts.” At that time, my righteous thoughts were very strong, and I saw that my dimensional field was as clean as transparent glass, and even a speck of dust would not be able to stay. On the way to the provincial prison, I recited the Fa from memory and sent forth righteous thoughts. I had completely cleaned up the evil, from the local detention center to the provincial prison. In my dream the detention center was blown up. About two years later, the women’s section of the local detention center was disbanded.

When it was my turn to go through the physical examination, my heart suddenly became very uncomfortable, and I was pulled away for an electrocardiogram (ECG). After the ECG was done, I was taken to the doctor’s office, and the doctor said that my heart problem was very serious and the labor camp couldn’t accept me. During the physical examination, I kept reciting the Fa and completely negated all the evil arrangements.

Because the labor camp refused to take me, the police had to put me into the police car. The police chief stared at me viciously and said, “I can’t let her go back [to the detention center].” They took me to the provincial prison hospital again.

I realized that there must be something wrong with my thinking. It must have been in line with the evil, so he tried to send me back to the labor camp. I looked inward and realized that after a fellow practitioner had said to me that the provincial prison building looked like it had been constructed better than the local detention center, I did not deny it in time and passively complied with the practitioner’s wrong ideas. I corrected the thought right away: “What is good on the surface is not really good, and as long as it detains Dafa practitioners, it is all evil, and I should completely disintegrate it.”

The doctor seemed anxious and said to the police, “She is so sick, but you are trying to take her to forced labor again.” The police chief said, “She is the most stubborn Falun Gong practitioner in this area.” He wanted to send me to the labor camp by any means. At this time, I saw (via my celestial eye) a huge amount of energy pouring down from the sky directly above the doctor. It was really huge, and the three-year forced labor decision was dissolved in an instant. I knew that Master had helped me. Words cannot express my gratitude to Master.

When I was sent back to the local detention center, I realized that I had to leave this evil place. I found an opportunity to call my family and told them not to pay any money or use any connections to bail me out; they should go to the police department immediately to ask for my release. My husband and father went to the police department several times and asked them to release me. After four months of illegal detention, I was taken home.

Twenty-two years have passed since that experience. Dafa practitioners’ experiences of validating the Fa display the mighty virtue of Dafa. Cultivating Falun Dafa is my choice, and I have no regrets.