(Minghui.org) I have yearned since childhood for the world of Gods and Buddhas. One afternoon during lunch break, I dreamed of a beautiful Bodhisattva dressed in a white veil, holding a golden jade bottle in one hand, and gently waving a willow twig with the other. Instantly the room filled with a divine fragrance. From that moment on, I believed that Gods and Buddhas truly exist.
I became a lay Buddhist while growing up, but I later realized that it was not the true path to becoming a buddha. I longed for both a healthy body and a path of genuine cultivation that would guide me back to my original home.
On May 30, 1995, I visited a lay practitioner’s home and saw a photo of Master Li Hongzhi. I felt an immediate connection and a deep sense of closeness. I knew in my heart that I wanted to practice Falun Dafa. I have now practiced Dafa for 30 years, and Master Li has given me so much. I would like to share a part of my journey with fellow practitioners.
Spreading Dafa With Joy
I was overwhelmed with joy in the beginning, and felt fortunate to have encountered Dafa, a practice so rare that even after thousands of years many have not come across it. I wanted to let everyone in my hometown know about it.
As soon as possible I made a visit to my hometown, and went to a nearby park the morning after I arrived. There, I hung a Dafa banner, played the exercise music, and began doing the five sets of Dafa exercises. Gradually, more and more people joined me. At that time, I had only one thought, to help more people learn about Dafa. Even when mosquitoes bit me all over, I remained still so as not to disrupt others. I hoped for more and more people to obtain the Fa.
I also played videos of Master’s lectures and exercise instructions at my house. My mother and brother helped me move furniture into the courtyard to make room for more people to come inside and watch.
Letting Go of Ego and Improving as a Whole
When the persecution started, a few of us made plans to set up a local materials production site to help more people learn the truth. At the time, seven or eight practitioners had become homeless due to the persecution. I invited them to stay in my home so we could establish the center together.
Despite the intense and harsh environment, my family had no fear, and I felt deeply honored to be able to do something for Dafa. I took care of the fellow practitioners by doing the grocery shopping, cooking, laundry, and buying supplies. Though I did a lot every day, I never felt tired.
I also wanted to learn how to use a computer to help make truth-clarification materials, but I realized that if I didn't take care of daily necessities, the others wouldn’t be able to focus on learning and applying the technology. I told myself that I couldn’t be selfish, as every role is important.
Though I was busy, I never complained. My only thought was to do everything possible to help more people learn about Falun Dafa and be saved. I often told fellow practitioners to treat my home as their own. My family supported my efforts, and my husband and daughter eventually became Dafa practitioners.
Even though I was busy with housework, I still managed to learn how to use a computer, and began producing leaflets myself. The joy I felt when distributing those leaflets was beyond words.
Helping the Police Understand the Truth About Dafa
After the persecution began, the police frequently harassed me. They took me to the police station and tried to force me to give up my belief. I refused to cooperate, and never signed any statements.
Before the 2008 Beijing Olympics, they again took me to the police station and tried to coerce me into signing a renunciation statement, but I refused. They detained me for 15 days, then transferred me to a drug rehabilitation center for two months.
While there, I told everyone I encountered that Falun Dafa was a cultivation practice rooted in buddhism, and that persecuting practitioners was a great crime. I exposed the Tiananmen Self-Immolation hoax and clarified how evil the Chinese Communist Party truly is. I persuaded more than thirty people, including some police officers, to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. Once they understood the truth, many of them pressed their palms together in gratitude.
During the Olympics, one day after a practitioner passed me a package of Falun Dafa materials, there was a loud knock at my door. I quickly hid the materials behind the sofa and opened the door. A community worker and a police officer stormed in, took me to the police station, and demanded that I sign a document. There were many abducted practitioners already there, and an officer was taking photos of each of us. When it was my turn, I began the second Falun Dafa exercise, Falun Standing Stance, and said, “Go ahead and take the photo. I did nothing wrong except practice Falun Dafa!”
The police instructor gave me a thumbs up, and another officer remarked, “If we lock people up for this, the country is doomed.”
Community Workers and Police Show Kindness
My husband and I traveled to our hometown on July 20, 2014, to hold a memorial for my mother-in-law. At the train station, police were checking IDs, and they refused to let us board. I asked, “Which law says that Falun Dafa practitioners can’t take the train?” They claimed it was an order from above.
I turned to the people around me, exclaiming, “Look at this, the police aren’t chasing criminals, but blocking good people from going home! What law have we broken? What kind of society is this?” Many sympathized with us, and two people agreed to quit the CCP on the spot.
Two female community workers were assigned to keep watch over us. Then two more police officers arrived. I asked, “How can you do such ridiculous things?” They simply replied, “We’re just following orders,” and then they quickly left.
Later, the community secretary arrived and offered to drive us to my mother-in-law’s grave site. During the ride, I clarified the truth to him and the others. They all understood the situation, but had no choice but to follow orders to keep their jobs. After the visit, they drove us home.
The next day, I called the police to ask for my ID card back. To my surprise, they said, “No need for you to come to the police station, we’ll deliver it to your house.”
Even though I have practiced Falun Dafa cultivation for thirty years, I know that I still have many human attachments, such as showing off, resentment, and more. But I am determined to cultivate more diligently in the time remaining, to remove those attachments, and to live up to Master’s compassionate salvation.
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