(Minghui.org) Thank you, Master, for letting me practice this precious Falun Dafa cultivation system and become your disciple! The pain and suffering of family conflicts have been resolved. I’d like to share some of my experiences in becoming mature by validating the Fa.
Starting to Practice
After I got married, I had big conflicts with my husband’s family. My sister-in-law often made me angry. My husband’s side of the family was cold and heartless, and others looked down on me. My strong body became weak, and I had no energy. I wanted to do something about it, but didn’t know what.
After a college student in our village saw Master’s recorded Fa lectures in the city, she began to play them in our village. One day, I heard people say, “Master says good things in his lectures. He talks about being good people and obtaining without pursuit.” When I heard that, I knew that it was a righteous cultivation practice. I found the college student and asked for Dafa books. She gave me a copy of Zhuan Falun and showed me how to do the five exercises.
I began to embark on the path of cultivation. I took my five-year-old son and three-year-old daughter to study the Fa every day. We were in the food business selling steamed buns. Even though I was busy at work, I seized the time to read Zhuan Falun. I knew this was a universal Fa that Master himself had imparted to us. I thought that this Fa was wonderful and so was Master!
Master began to cleanse my body as soon as I began practicing. It was truly miraculous! In a dream one night, I saw Zhuan Falun and Falun (Law Wheels) spinning around me. Dafa’s power made me determined to cultivate solidly.
Being More Steadfast
Now-deceased Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader Jiang Zemin launched the persecution of Falun Dafa in July 1999. A few practitioners and I went to Beijing to appeal to the government. At that time, my mind was filled with the Fa. Words from Master’s article “Huge Exposure,” poems in Hong Yin, and teachings from Zhuan Falun echoed in my mind. My life’s purpose was to validate the Fa.
I stood on Tiananmen Square and spoke up for Dafa. Other practitioners and I were arrested and taken to a police station, but I wasn’t scared. When the police asked our names and home addresses, we refused to speak. They beat a practitioner and took me to the second floor to be interrogated. He asked, “What’s your name? If you don’t tell me, you’ll have to squat!”
I needed to defecate and the police were forcing me to squat! As soon as I did, a miracle happened: I suddenly no longer needed to go. I thanked Master from the bottom of my heart. Master is by my side at all times, protecting me and resolving my tribulations. The secretary of the village CCP committee came and took me home.
I went with a few practitioners to Beijing to validate Dafa again some time later. We went to the Beijing Appeals Office and told the staff there, “Falun Dafa is a righteous Fa. Restore Master Li’s reputation, restore Dafa’s reputation. Release all practitioners immediately.” We were arrested and held in a detention center. A week later, we were taken back to our local detention center.
We were not allowed to do the exercises in the detention center. The guards beat us with rubber batons when we tried to do them. But we were not afraid and still kept doing the exercises. When my family wrote a guarantee statement for me, I asked the director for it and ripped it up. I told him that I shouldn’t let my family commit a crime. When the guards hit our heads against the wall, I felt Falun spinning and coming out of the top of my head. When they hit me with rubber batons, I didn’t feel any pain. Thank you, Master, for having endured for your disciple.
Creating a Cultivation Environment in the Forced Labor Camp
I was taken to a forced labor camp in 2000 and held for three years. The day after I arrived was New Year’s Eve. I said to the practitioners who were there, “At home, practitioners buy fruit and burn incense to pay their respects to Master during the New Year. We can’t do that here, but we could recite the Fa and have Master in our thoughts.” They all agreed. In the daytime, when I was out carrying water, I told the practitioners on the third floor that we’d recite Hong Yin at 7 p.m. together to pay our respects to our benevolent Master.
That night, about 75 practitioners were reciting the Fa. The energy field was so powerful that a lot of evil factors were destroyed. The team leader was stunned. After he came to his senses, he asked who was responsible. Several inmates reported me. The team leader got me into his office and asked if I still practiced Falun Dafa. When I replied, “Yes,” two male guards tied me up and tortured me for half-an-hour. While that was happening, I felt Falun spinning behind my back. The guards pulled out some of my hair that fell all over the floor. Then they slapped my face for hours before returning me to my cell.
I saw practitioners sitting in the cell, forbidden to do the exercises. We were not even allowed to bend our legs, so I made a wish to make a breakthrough in creating an environment where we could do the exercises freely. I thought we shouldn’t be persecuted like that. I felt that I was strong enough to withstand anything. When another practitioner and I decided to do the exercises anyway, the team leader ordered other inmates to beat us.
Because I did the exercises, I was tied up and handcuffed to the pipe on the wall. At night, I was handcuffed to a metal bar on the floor. I was handcuffed for a while and seldom got to rest in a bed. The inmate monitoring me told me, “Look, your complexion is off. I am really worried that you will die.” She informed the guards. When the team leader saw me, he locked me up in the changing room so I could lie in bed.
The next day, the inmate called the team leader, “Come and see! Come and see the bride!”
The team leader took one look at me and was stunned. He said, “Overnight, you look like a bride with makeup on and a rosy face. What happened?!”
“This is the power of Dafa cultivation,” I replied. “Master purified my body. Think about it: How could a regular person improve so much after just one good night’s rest?” He agreed and thought Dafa was amazing.
Since we kept doing the exercises, the guards opened the windows so that we would freeze and hung me up. One time, they cuffed my hands and hung me up for two days straight. I was also deprived of sleep and not allowed to use the washroom. At night, I said to Master in my heart, “I have to stand up the whole night and feel it’s a bit hard to endure.”
Then I dreamed that I was sitting down and sharing experiences with other practitioners. When I woke up, it was already daytime. I didn’t feel any pain the whole night. Thank you, benevolent Master, for having endured the pain for me.
They once locked me up with a murderer and had her beat and intimidate me. She had a vicious look and a big scar on her face. The team leader looked at me to see if I was afraid. The murderer asked, “Are you afraid of me? Everyone is afraid of me.”
I told her I wasn’t, that I really cared about her, and she was moved by my kindness.
The team leader responded, “If she [meaning me] is not afraid of living with a murderer, then who can convince her?” As I slept that night, I felt like a female demon was holding me down and I couldn’t breathe. I quickly asked Master to save me and the feeling went away.
Because I did the exercises, I was cuffed to the pipe on the wall day and night. I shared with other practitioners that we shouldn’t endure it passively. We shouted, “Falun Dafa is wonderful! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is wonderful!” Two team leaders came over and slapped me as hard they could. They also threatened me, saying, “If you shout again, we’ll shock you with [electric] batons.” One of the team leaders said to the other practitioner, “If you shout again, we’ll have to stuff your mouth with a rag soaked in feces.”
But we continued to shout, “Falun Dafa is wonderful! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is wonderful! Restore Master’s reputation. Restore Dafa’s reputation.” We then recited Hong Yin.
When the team leader shocked me with electric batons, I said, “I have energy. They don’t work.” When the practitioner’s mouth was stuffed with a rag soaked in feces, her heart was not moved and she didn’t feel it was filthy. So both of us passed this test. When we heard that other practitioners were being persecuted, we shouted, “Don’t persecute practitioners!” We formed one-body to stop the guards from persecuting us.
We made a breakthrough in our cultivation environment. At night, more than 20 of us did the exercises and studied the Fa together, and nobody interfered.
One day, two guards took me to a room outside the labor camp. Two heavily built military police officers came in and began to slap me. They said their bosses were waiting outside for my guarantee statement. Because of that, they tried to “transform” me by force. If I refused to write the statement, they said they would beat me to death. I still refused.
They pushed a chair against my waist and took turns beating me with rubber batons. They then used electric batons to shock my head. After beating me for a while, they stopped when they saw that I wasn’t moving and poured water over me, shouting, “Wake her up and see if she’s still alive!” To force me to write the guarantee statement, they continued to beat me until their rubber batons were bent and the electric batons ran out of power.
I said to Master, “In this trial, my belief in Dafa and Master is unshakable. Your disciple validated and safeguarded the Fa, all the way from Tiananmen Square to the county detention center and the labor camp.” I didn’t write the statement, nor did I feel any pain. It was as if they were hitting a sandbag instead of me. It was Master who endured everything for me and safeguarded me to help me make the breakthrough in this life and death trial. Thank you, Master!
Finding My Fundamental Attachments
When I was released after three years, I swore that I’d be diligent in my cultivation, but I didn’t know how. I thought that helping fellow practitioners do Dafa work was being diligent. As soon as someone called me to help them, I’d go. When the police were arresting practitioners, I could sense Master asking me, “How much Fa did you study?” I also shared with other practitioners, but I had very little to share on the Fa because of my lack of understanding. My lack of understanding resulted in my being persecuted. The police often came to my home to try to arrest me, so I was forced to leave home and move frequently.
I understood that this was an old forces’ arrangement. I looked inward and cried in front of Master, “Your disciple can’t go home. The police are there, waiting to arrest me.” I asked Master for help, and he gave me a hint in a dream. He used a mirror to show me other practitioners’ shortcomings. When I looked, I was dumbfounded. Their shortcomings were things I needed to look into.
I asked for Master for a hint, saying, “I was illegally held in the labor camp for three years. I’ve returned home, but I’m still often arrested. Which of my fundamental attachments are responsible for that happening?”
I looked inward for two months and finally found it. When I returned home, I still resented my family. They’d hurt me so much in the past that, as soon as I saw them, my resentment got the better of me. I had thought that when I reached consummation, I wouldn’t need to live with them and I would be free of them. After I managed to locate this major fundamental attachment, Master seemed to say to me, “You’ve embarked on true cultivation.”
My Husband Had an Affair
One year, just as I finished making Dafa calendars at my home-based material production site, I found out that my husband was having an affair. He told me that he was with his ex-girlfriend and asked me to agree to their relationship.
I asked him to call the woman so I could talk to her. I said to her, “I am so sorry that I’ve only now learned about your relationship with my husband. It is not a good idea for you two to be together. Our child is almost 20 years old. Do you think that when you come to my house, the child will not hate you? Could you lead a good life? It is not as you imagine. We have to be responsible to our families. If we were young, I would give you my place. Could you really be happy?” I talked to her for three hours without feeling thirsty or tired.
I said to Master, “Your disciple only focused on her own cultivation and overlooked caring about her husband. I did wrong.” I also said to the old forces, “Messing with one’s family and interfering with saving sentient beings are the greatest sins in the universe.”
I said to my husband, “If you were successful, she would be with you. If you were a beggar and lived on the street, would she still be with you?” My words woke him up, and our two families returned to normal. The woman even sent me a message admitting her mistake.
When I was doing the exercises, Master pushed out of me some kind of bitterness, which was karma. Tears streamed down my face as I said to Master, “I am not suffering, but sentient beings are. They create karma through ignorance.” I cried for them, and the pain in my heart soon went away.
One night, I felt a heart-wrenching pain again. I sent forth righteous thoughts for the whole night, but I couldn’t remove it. In the morning, I sat up and said to myself, “Do gods suffer from heart-wrenching pain? No, they do not.” With that, Master quickly removed my karma.
As Fa-rectification period Dafa disciples, we must first of all look at issues from the standpoint of the Fa. Since we came to the human world, fame, self-interest, and sentimentality have shaped our personalities and created all kinds of attachments. While working with other practitioners, I have gradually eliminated attachments to jealousy and resentment and closed the gaps between them and me. On my path of returning to my true self, I have matured in validating Dafa.
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