(Minghui.org) After the CCP began persecuting Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999, I witnessed that practitioners were going to Tiananmen Square in Beijing to petition the government and validate the Fa. I had just started practicing around that time and didn’t fully understand many of the Fa principles.
I had never traveled far from home and was not good with directions. But when I reflected on the fact that Dafa saved me and Master Li gave me a second life, I knew I should also validate the Fa to awaken people’s consciences. So in late 2000, some fellow practitioners and I boarded a train to Beijing.
On the morning of January 1, 2001, I was walking through the streets and alleys of Beijing, handing out truth-clarification booklets. Unfortunately, one of the recipients was a plainclothes officer. He held me and called for assistance. While the officer was waiting for backup, I struggled with him in front of a large shopping mall. When a crowd of people began forming around us, I immediately pulled out a small banner with the phrase “Falun Dafa is good” that I had hidden in my sleeve, and displayed it.
When two more police officers arrived, they tried to pull me into the car. At this point, I had just one simple thought, “I won’t obey you!” I didn’t know where the power came from to support someone small in stature like me, but the officers made a great effort to get me into the car.
My resistance upset them, and as soon as I got into the car, I was held down in the small space between the seats and beaten up. I felt my head being forcibly pressed down on the car floor. I couldn’t move, and I had difficulty breathing. When the officer finally let go, we had arrived at the police station.
They told me to get out of the car, but I resisted. I grabbed on tightly to anything I could reach. This action further upset them. They then dragged me into the police station, threw me into an iron cage, and started assaulting me.
I calmed down and thought about what had just happened. Then a miracle slowly unfolded, making me both dazed and excited: I was unable to breathe and entered into a quiet, empty, dark brown space, without any thoughts or movement. All was still. I looked ahead calmly, seemingly from a distance, and observed the officers pinning me down with their feet as they struck me in the face.
When my consciousness returned, I could only hear distant sounds of a beating, the hustle and bustle of the market, the cars passing by, the street vendors’ yells, the crowd surrounding the scene of my arrest. All of it had disappeared without a trace. I felt no pain or sensation, as if I were only an onlooker. Even when the beating gave me a lump under my left eye the size of a newborn’s fist, I felt nothing and thought only that stray hairs were blocking my vision. It was extraordinary and surreal, yet no proof of my experience remained except for the wounds on my face and the footprints on my clothes.
I didn’t have a deeper understanding of the Fa at the time, and my heart was always filled with fear. But this experience felt so strange! How did it happen? Did I really become the protagonist in a mythological drama? I thought about it for quite some time and figured out one fact, that it was Master bearing the suffering for me!
It took me a while to read all of Master’s Fa-teaching lectures and understand that he truly strengthens and endures suffering for those disciples with adequate righteous thoughts. As long as our thoughts and actions conform to the Fa, Master will unconditionally support us.
Thank you Master!
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