(Minghui.org) What’s the most precious thing? Some say it’s money as we can’t live without it. Others say it’s health as no amount of money can buy it. Some say it’s finding the true meaning of life, as no matter how healthy or wealthy, we are merely sacks of bones without a purpose. I would say the most precious thing in this world is Falun Dafa. By practicing Falun Dafa (Falun Gong) one will enjoy good health, have a real purpose in life, and eventually be able to return to one’s heavenly home.

Getting Away From a Dangerous Situation

After grocery shopping one winter evening, I parked my bicycle on the side of the street and returned to the supermarket entrance to clarify the truth about Dafa to people passing by. Some listened without slowing down while others ignored me. A young couple walked toward me so I greeted them warmly. They stopped, which was a pleasant surprise. I felt they were predestined to hear about Dafa. I wanted to tell them the secret of staying safe when disaster strikes.

I barely got started when the young man suddenly grabbed my wrist and shouted, “Falun Gong! I’ve been looking for you for days now. I finally got you! You’re not going anywhere.” It sent a jolt through my body—memories rushed back. Eight years ago, I met two men on the street and one grabbed my wrist. What followed was years of imprisonment and torture. But this time it has to go down a different way—I quickly put a stop to all the negative thoughts racing through my mind and sent forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the interference in other dimensions.

I resisted and tried to get the man to let go of me. He tightened his grip, “Stop moving! You’re not going anywhere.”

“But you have to let me go,” I said. “My parents are in their 80s and they need me.” He ignored me. Still holding on to my wrist with one hand, he searched for something in his pockets with the other hand. He found his badge and showed it to me. It had his picture, his name, and two characters in bold font at the bottom. I could barely see as it was already dark but I thought the words were: “Domestic Security.” I could feel the overwhelming amount of pressure from other dimensions but I couldn’t let people be ruined. I called out to Master in my heart and asked for help.

I said, “I used to suffer from many illnesses…”

He cut me off, “Stop it. Enough of your stories. Who hasn’t suffered from illnesses? I have illnesses too.”

I turned to his companion, the young woman standing by his side. She looked very familiar—I might have clarified the truth to her before. I asked her, “Could you ask your friend to let me go?” She didn’t say anything but the man’s tone softened, “She is my co-worker. We’re patrolling the market after work today and met you. I’ve been looking for you for quite a few days now.”

I said, “Falun Dafa practitioners are all good people. I’m telling you the truth about the persecution so you won’t be misled. Please let me go—you will receive blessings.”

He loosened his grip and let go of my wrist. I looked him in the eye and firmly said, “You’ll be blessed.”

He appeared to be moved, “Go straight down that way and don’t turn around. Don’t ever let me see you again.” I hurried off to the left with my heart pounding so fast that it almost jumped out of my chest.

I walked down the street about 60 yards before stopping. I looked up and exhaled a long sigh, “Why did I run into something like this again? What caused it? I must have fallen short in some area in my cultivation.” Before I could catch my breath, two shadows approached me from the side. I turned around and saw the same officer and his partner catching up with me on their motorbikes. The man got off the motorbike, “Why are you still here?”

I shook my head, “No, it’s just that this has happened all of a sudden. I needed to stop, catch my breath and calm my mind.”

He again searched for something in his pocket and the next thing he said almost made me laugh. He showed me his badge again and said, “You want to promote your Dafa? Go to the rural areas. Nobody cares over there but don’t come back to my district.” He then added, “Let me see your ID. I’m going to make a phone call to the police station.” I knew I shouldn’t stick around for too long and let sentient beings commit crimes against Dafa.

I put my hands in my empty pockets and looked at him calmly. There was so much I wanted to tell him but I only managed to say, “I didn’t bring my ID. I’ve lost everything. Everything I’ve done is so you have a safe and bright future. Nothing else. Please remember ‘Falun Dafa is good; Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’ So long.” I turned around, quickly walked toward the plaza, and blended into a big group of women.

I pleaded in my heart, “Please help me, Master. Please help me.” I made three right turns around the block and came back to the entrance of the market where I parked my bicycle. Just as I was going for my bicycle, two armed special force police officers walked toward me. I stopped and sent righteous thoughts. They walked past me. I looked around one more time and didn’t see anything suspicious. I got on my bicycle and left as quickly as possible.

Identifying My Attachment to Fear

I went straight to another district. While waiting for a red light, I clarified the truth to a man on a motorcycle who was next to me. I told him to sincerely recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I told him doing this will safeguard him if disaster strikes. He listened while scanning the intersection and suddenly said, “Stop. The police car is coming for you.” I looked up and sure enough, a white police car came toward us. The man was nervous, “I’m not wearing a helmet. The cops must be after me.”

Like a mirror, the man’s worries reflected my fear. I asked myself, “What on earth are you scared of? Are you scared of losing face and money? No. You’ve lost both a long time ago. Are you scared of being tortured? No. Torture doesn’t work on me. Then what is it? Are you worried that your parents won’t be able to handle it if you’re arrested again? Yes, that’s it. You haven’t let go of your sentimentality toward your parents. But there are still so many sentient beings who don’t know the truth and are in danger. I have to help them. What should I do? Recite the Fa. Memorize Zhuan Falun. When your mind is filled with Fa, you’ll be able to cultivate based on the Fa and nobody could touch you.”

I started to memorize and recite Zhuan Falun, one paragraph at a time. I focused my mind while memorizing and whenever I made a mistake, I started from the top, until I memorized the entire paragraph. I’ve since ran into even more dangerous situations while clarifying the truth, but with Master’s compassionate protection, I walked away unscathed.

When I pinpointed my attachment and decided to take action to relinquish it, something fundamental changed within me. On my way to work the next day, my entire body felt light. There was not even a trace of resentment toward the police, which surprised me. The officers are victims and are being dragged straight to hell by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). If they don’t wake up to the truth, they will be in a very dangerous situation.

In fact, the CCP is terrified of Falun Dafa. When I stood trial many years ago, the judge reminded me, “Be careful what you say. We’re recording everything.” I told him, “I know the law and you do too. You know that I didn’t break the law. It would be better if we broadcast this hearing live to the entire nation so people can decide for themselves who is breaking the law.” He was silent and quickly wiped off the sweat streaming down his forehead. The judge was merely a puppet of the communist regime.

I was still very competitive at that time and didn’t have enough compassion toward the law enforcement officers and judges that I encountered. They were the real victims of the CCP’s persecution. I should have focused less on the ordeal I was going through and more on saving the judge. I should have clarified the truth to him and guided him to make the right decision.

Clarifying the Truth to My Family

I worked for a government agency for years before I was incarcerated by such an agency. I know both sides of the story. I am very much against arbitrary detention because it interferes with Dafa practitioners helping Master save sentient beings. First, the law enforcement officers involved could commit unpardonable crimes against Dafa. Second, detained practitioners can’t reach a broader audience to clarify the truth. And lastly, the families of the detained practitioners could develop misunderstandings or even hold prejudice against Dafa.

When I was released after years of incarceration for practicing Falun Dafa, my mother, who used to support me and my practice, stopped helping me spread the word about Dafa. She no longer recited “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” and she even repeated the Communist regime’s lies.

As practitioners, our mission is to help Master save people, which includes our families. I had to start over and clarify the truth to my mother starting with the basics. It was hard to discuss such topics at home. As soon as I mentioned Falun Dafa, my family reprimanded and even verbally attacked me. I had to come up with creative ways to discuss the truth. I couldn’t talk to them directly so I talked out loud to myself. While wiping down the dresser, I talked about Dafa. While mopping the floor, I talked about Dafa. While picking vegetables in the garden, cooking in the kitchen, or tidying up the house, I talked about Dafa and how evil and wrong the CCP’s persecution is.

When my family watched state-run media propaganda programs, I kept busy on the side doing one chore or the other and talked out loud about the CCP’s evil deeds. I talked about the CCP’s widespread corruption on one day and the many political movements it launched that targeted groups opposed to its political agendas the next day. I talked about how prevalent harmful counterfeit products are in China. I talked about how the Tiananmen self-immolation was a staged hoax. I had so much to talk about because the CCP committed so much evil that I never ran out of topics. I only made a few comments each time before stopping and walking away. That way, my family wouldn’t have the opportunity to say something bad against Dafa.

Over time, I covered the CCP’s wrongdoings in many areas and exposed their deceiving, evil, and violent ways. My family heard all of it. Before I tried to clarify the truth again, they learned so much they started agreeing and interacting with me. They asked questions and wanted to know more about the topic I was talking about. They sometimes shared stories they’d heard about the heinous crimes the CCP committed. I tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t help but chuckle on the inside.

My mother and I often went on long walks together and I used this opportunity to teach her Chinese characters. I told her, “This is the character for ‘Compassion’ and this is how you write it.” I gave her a pop quiz the next day and she said, “‘Compassion’ is good. People should be compassionate.” The next time, I taught her the character for “Truthfulness.” When I quizzed her, she said, “That’s great. People shouldn’t lie nor deceive others.” I then taught her the character for “Forbearance.” She said when quizzed, “‘Forbearance’ is also good.”

My mother learned all the characters in the auspicious phrases, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I strung them together and asked her to read them. She recognized them all and read the two phrases correctly. I gave her a big thumbs up to encourage her.

After a while, I asked her directly, “Do you still remember the characters I taught you?” She proceeded to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” When Jiang Zemin, the former head of the CCP who launched the persecution against Falun Dafa, died, I told my mother and she immediately started clapping. I told my father about Jiang’s death and he said, “He was not a good person.”

I did not become infected during the COVID pandemic. I reminded my mother to recite “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” and she also did not become infected. My father didn’t believe me when I told him reciting the auspicious phrases would keep him healthy. He contracted the virus and his symptoms lasted quite a few days.

It’s true that your choice sometimes plays a bigger role in determining the outcome of an event than your efforts. I told my mother, “See how much you’ve benefited from Dafa. You shouldn’t say anything negative about Dafa from now on.” She nodded. I told her, “I used to be hot-tempered and was always sick. But look how healthy I am now. It’s all because I practice Falun Dafa. With good health, I can take care of you and Dad. When have I been sick since I started practicing Falun Dafa? I haven’t even had a cold, right?” My mother gave me a thumbs up.

I told her about the different ways I was abused and tortured when I was imprisoned for my faith. I told her without Master’s protection, and that they would have lost their daughter long ago. I was locked up for speaking the truth but there’s no law in China that says it’s illegal to speak the truth. I told her how I countered the persecution in prison and I never pleaded guilty. Even the guards liked me and shared their moon cakes with me. They told me, “After you are released, take good care of yourself and don’t come back here no matter what.” I asked my mother, “If I wasn’t a good person, why would the guards share their moon cakes? Do you know what kind of place that is?” My mother smiled, “My daughter maintained her dignity in prison and after she got out. It’s great.”

I reminded her, “Remember when your father, my grandfather, suffered persecution during the Great Cultural Revolution? He was later diagnosed with cancer and passed away. Wasn’t Dad’s father also targeted in one of those political movements? He was slapped and made to kneel on a small stool, wasn’t he?” These brought back painful memories for my mother. She could no longer ignore the overwhelming evidence—it was clear to her that Dafa is good and the CCP is evil. The next day, before I left for work, she stood by the door and said loudly, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I smiled.

The Goodness of Falun Dafa

When my mother became seriously ill, the doctors couldn’t do anything for her and the family started preparing for the worst. While my mother was unconscious, I whispered by her ear twice, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I hoped she’d hear me and go peacefully. To my surprise, she moved her head a little bit.

She woke up the next day. Without having had any food or water for almost two weeks, she sat up by herself and asked for some water. She even ate a few crackers. My brother-in-law came that morning with a set of burial garments. When he saw my mother sitting up and eating, he excitedly ran down the hallway and shouted, “I’m going to call the family right now and share the good news! It’s a miracle.”

My mother was discharged from the hospital but needed care around the clock. She couldn’t control her bowel movements and often soiled herself and her clothes. The family hesitated to get near her because of the stench. I told them not to worry and leave it to me. I started with two layers of face masks, then down to only one, and eventually I wore no mask but I was able to clean everything up quickly.

While helping my mother one time, she urinated on my hand. I didn’t flinch, afraid I’d startle her. I waited without moving until she was done, all the while telling her, “Things are moving along great. You’re doing great.” I then resumed and cleaned up everything. Observing on the side, my father completely change his view about me after this incident. He knew that if this had occurred before, I would have never been able to do that.

I treat my mother like a child and to comfort her, I often tell her, “Don’t worry. Just live your life—I’m right here with you. You’ll go when it’s your time. You know Dafa is good, therefore you will end up going to a nice place in heaven. True, sometimes you have a temper but you’re a kind person. Don’t think too much. I’ll take care of you.” She smiled at me.

We know a lot of families in our community. Some elderly are sick but no one takes care of them. Their children are well off but rarely visit. Young people nowadays don’t want to take care of their parents and find all kinds of excuses to send them to nursing homes. Traditional values have been systematically destroyed by the CCP—people are no longer honest and kind like they were in ancient times.

Practitioners’ families are lucky because we practice Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and strive to be considerate. I often remind myself to treat my mother with kindness regardless of her actions. When I failed to remain calm or got impatient with her, I immediately regretted it. I apologized to her and tried my best not to make the same mistake again.

I had just finished washing my mother’s feet one night when she bent over and gently stroked my hair, “How did I get such a wonderful daughter.” I told her, “It’s because you’ve accumulated great virtue in your previous lives. That’s why you have a Dafa practitioner as your daughter in this lifetime. You have to remember, ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’”

As if talking to herself, my mother murmured, “Falun Dafa is truly good. Falun Dafa is truly good.” I never taught her this and it came from the bottom of her heart. This gratitude arises naturally when a person has learned the truth about Dafa. There is a realization of being saved, and the deepest gratitude for the Creator for his compassionate salvation.

Gaining After Truly Letting Go

Before I began practicing Falun Dafa, I was very much attached to money and self-interest. When I was little, my mother put aside some of our old clothes and planned to give them to our relatives. I wouldn’t let her even though we no longer needed them. That’s how stingy I was even as a child. After I started practicing Falun Dafa, I made up my mind to get rid of this attachment.

I live with my parents and I’ve taken on all house chores and pay for all our daily expenses. My parents keep their pensions and do whatever they want with the money. I never ask how they spend it. My father gives his money to my mother and my mother keeps it in savings. When my older brother comes to visit, my parents always give him money. One time, he took all of their savings, 60,000 yuan. I didn’t say anything. Whenever I feel the slightest resentment toward my parents for treating us differently, I recite Zhuan Falun to eliminate it.

My mother gave me a gold bracelet but my father took it and gave it to my sister-in-law. I didn’t say anything but I wasn’t happy. I recited Zhuan Falun until I felt better. I smiled and told Master, “Master. I was wrong. The bracelet was never mine.” I was able to let go and felt at peace.

Whenever I’m given extra change by the grocer, I always return it. One time a shop owner short changed me, and I returned to his place and got my money back. The next time I was short changed, I didn’t even bother asking anymore. My co-workers were assigned easier tasks but received more pay. What was left for me were more complicated tasks, but less pay.

My coworkers told me to complain to the manager but I shrugged it off. No matter what my assignments are, I always do a good job. Sometimes telling a white lie or withholding the truth may bring immediate benefits but I always tell the truth. I am more than a decade older than most of my co-workers, but all my employers wanted to keep me. Even after I left a job, they called from time to time and offered me my job back. I never received high salaries, but I never ran out of money.

Even if I run a street food stand, I’d be able to support myself. I’m nowhere near becoming homeless. I was able to completely let go of my attachment to monetary gain and self-interest. One day, my father told me, “Your mother has saved a hefty sum for you. It will be transferred to your name when she passes. You will be set financially even if you don’t work another day.” I was surprised to hear this but it didn’t move my heart one way or the other—I was very calm.

The book Zhuan Falun looks like a regular book but it’s profound and precious. I hope people read this book and discover that they will benefit so much from it. Your families in heaven are looking forward to you waking up to the truth soon, and returning to your heavenly home.