(Minghui.org) I’m a veteran Falun Dafa practitioner who began practicing cultivation before the persecution started on July 20, 1999. I have benefited greatly from Dafa. So when Master Li and Dafa were maligned and attacked by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP), I decided I must do something and went to Beijing four times to speak up for justice.
When the persecution was launched, going out to distribute truth clarification materials was an exhilarating and dangerous process. The only reason I was able to make it through was my faith in Master and his guidance.
My parents’ home is in the countryside, about 30 kilometers away from where I live. I would often go there to distribute informational materials because few people had opportunities to learn the truth. I thought, “This is my hometown—it’s my responsibility.”
I once left my parents’ place after dark with a heavy bag on my back and saw a car shining its headlights on me. The road was narrow, and the car blocked it entirely. I thought, “It’s okay, I have Master.” So I carefully edged past the car and went on to another village and distributed a lot of materials there.
On the way back, the car was still there. What should I do? I felt a bit scared and thought, “It’d be great if someone else was passing by so I could walk alongside them.” Just then, three people—two adults and a child, appeared from a side path, and I walked safely past the car.
I wasn’t done yet—there were more villages to visit. It was very dark, and there were no roads, just open fields. Where should I go? As I walked, I suddenly stepped on something, which flew out with a “whoosh.” I was terrified! I started silently reciting passages of the Fa and held onto the thought, “I have Master. I’m okay.” I then saw a light in the distance—perhaps a house. As I walked toward it, a small path appeared, like a furrow in the field.
In the dead of winter, it was impossible to tell a road from a ditch. Suddenly, I fell through a pile of thick brush underneath my feet. I tried to claw my way out, but the bottom of the ditch was frozen solid. I tried repeatedly to climb out, but kept sliding back down. I thought, “If only there was a branch to hold on to.” And just then, I found one! I climbed up and kept walking. I ended up in someone’s yard, and wandered around a bit before finding my way out. Just as I exited, a car’s headlights appeared. I thought, “If only there was a wall or something to block the light, I could get to the back of the yard.” And there was a wall. I crouched and moved along the wall to escape.
After I finished distributing the materials and left the village, I was once again caught by the same car’s headlights. I couldn’t turn back and could only slide down a hillside toward what looked like a melon shed. I kept sliding, then started tumbling all the way down. At the bottom, I realized it was a house with three rooms.
When I headed back to my parents’ home, I recited Hong Yin along the way. It was midnight by the time I got there, but my father was still up waiting for me.
I once went out with my husband (who is also a practitioner) to hang up truth clarification banners. It was another dry, bitterly cold winter night. We took a cab to a place far from home. While we were hanging up banners, a car appeared in the distance. With no place to hide, we lay down in the snow. Having worked up a sweat, I felt an icy chill the moment my chest touched the ground. Several cars passed by, and we didn’t dare to move. By the time they were gone, our gloves were frozen stiff. But we continued hanging banners as we walked home.
One year, just before the Chinese New Year holiday, I felt particularly unwell and lacked my usual energy. My daughter-in-law noticed and asked, “Mother, are you sick? Go get an injection or take some medicine, otherwise, how will Dad take care of you?” I knew I wasn’t sick, just eliminating karma. I said, “It’s fine. Give me three days. I promise I’ll be fine.” I used that time to study the Fa intensively, and sent righteous thoughts to cleanse my dimensional field. I recovered after three days!
Ever since Master told us to do the three things well, I’ve kept his words in mind. I usually study the Fa in the morning and go out in the afternoon to talk to people. I wasn't afraid when I went out. Whenever I saw someone who appeared to be predestined, I would talk to them. I usually started with some small talk to build a connection before moving onto telling them about the persecution. Everything would flow naturally, and most people agreed to do the three withdrawals (from the Chinese Communist Party (CCP), Youth League, and Young Pioneers).
I approached a woman with a bandaged arm and started a conversation. As soon as I asked if she had quit the CCP, she slapped my face and said, “This is for you!” I didn’t get angry and still continued to tell her the truth. I wasn’t able to help her at the time, but it didn’t affect my efforts to save others. I helped several people quit the CCP that day. Master said not everyone could be saved. Maybe she would get another chance. I always try to avoid arguments and clarify the truth with rationality and wisdom.
My husband is also a Falun Dafa practitioner, but the police don’t have his name on their blacklist. Whenever they came to harass us, I would always say, “Come, come—talk to me. Don’t disturb anyone else.”
Wishes coming true isn’t just about wishful thinking. It requires righteous thoughts and actions. If I truly believe in Master and the Fa, firmly maintain the thought that I’m a Dafa practitioner, and know what I do is right—then Master will surely protect me at critical moments. Over the years, I’ve walked through many tribulations with righteous thoughts. I will move forward, keep up with the Fa-rectification, and return home with Master.