(Minghui.org) I’m in my sixties and I’ve practiced Falun Dafa for 28 years. I would like to tell you about my experiences and insights while I retrieved my one-child subsidy and Housing Provident Fund, which had been illegally suspended due to the persecution.
Enduring Persecution While Unclear on the Fa Principles
The Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) persecution of Falun Dafa practitioners reached its peak around 2001. Because I persisted in my faith and actively clarified the truth about the persecution, I was repeatedly persecuted. My workplace first reduced my salary, then dismissed me from my position. I was unemployed for 10 years.
In 2011, when I was 50 years old, I processed my retirement myself. Because I hadn’t paid into the social insurance fund for 10 years, my pension was low. I couldn’t receive the one-child subsidy, and I couldn’t use my Housing Provident Fund because my former workplace had set a new password and kept me from accessing my information. According to national regulations, the one-child subsidy and Housing Provident Fund are personal legal assets protected by law, but my former workplace arbitrarily stopped issuing them and withheld them from me.
At that time, I was unclear on the Fa principles of cultivation during the Fa-rectification period, and I didn’t yet understand the distinction between personal cultivation and Fa-rectification cultivation. I hadn’t positioned myself correctly. Even though I knew I bore the mission of helping Master save people, I couldn’t let go of human attachments. I still harbored resentment and grievances toward the police and the workplace leaders who persecuted me. I also had fear—this fear prevented me from openly and righteously going to my former workplace to clarify the truth and validate the Fa. So I never went to my former workplace to reclaim my Housing Provident Fund. My family couldn’t understand my stance, and even developed misunderstandings about Falun Dafa. I knew I hadn’t done well on this issue and felt I’d disgraced Dafa.
Holding Onto Attachments
In a flash, another 10 years passed, and it was 2021. One day, the community posted a notice that seniors aged 60 and above who hadn’t received the one-child subsidy could now apply for it. I brought my documents and went to the community office to apply. The staff there told me that for my residential area, I needed to go to the neighborhood committee office.
I arrived at the neighborhood committee building, and the receptionist told me to go to the office on the second floor. I pushed open the office door and saw a middle-aged woman. She asked about my situation. I told her I’d been dismissed from my workplace because I practice Falun Dafa. I’d processed my own retirement and I did not receive the one-child subsidy. Now, national regulations allowed me to receive it.
I wanted to use my experience of being persecuted for my belief as an opening to clarify the truth about Falun Dafa to her. But she showed no compassion. Instead, with a hint of contempt in her eyes, she said coldly, “We can’t process cases like yours. Your situation is the same as those who’ve been sent to labor camps or prisons. Community regulations say we can’t process any of those. If you want to apply, go to your former workplace!”
I felt insulted. I practice Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and try to be a good person. I haven’t done anything wrong. How could she equate me with criminals?
I stood up and walked out. Afterward, I calmed down and realized I had been too impulsive. I should have had more compassion and been kind while further clarifying the truth to her. I should have asked her not to believe the Party’s lies and not oppose Dafa. I knew I hadn’t done well this time—my cultivation was lacking, and I felt very remorseful.
These two incidents may seem minor, but they allowed the old forces to exploit my gaps and achieve their goal of persecuting me financially and damaging my reputation, creating a negative impact on Dafa.
Removing Human Attachments
I’ve gradually been able to study the Fa with a calm mind and memorize the teachings. I measure my behavior with the Fa instead of looking outward. When I encounter difficult situations, I look within, cultivate every thought, and steadily walk the path arranged by Master. I felt that Master opened my wisdom. I went from being a Falun Dafa practitioner who was persecuted physically and mentally to one who has the incomparable honor of assisting Master in Fa-rectification.
Through Fa study, I gained a new understanding: I realized that ending the persecution is something we practitioners must do ourselves. We are Falun Dafa practitioners of the Fa-rectification period; we assist Master in Fa-rectification, and we must rectify everything in the universe that is not righteous. I thought about quickly rectifying the things I hadn’t done well when I’d validated the Fa previously: This is my responsibility, and I should leave no regrets.
I Reclaimed the One-Child Subsidy
One day toward the end of 2024, my older sister told me that my niece, who worked at a neighborhood committee, was responsible for processing applications for the one-child subsidy. My sister asked if I’d received mine. This reminded me that I needed to reapply for the subsidy. What I hadn’t done well three years ago, I now needed to rectify.
I consulted my niece about what documents I needed to bring. She asked, “Why are you only applying now? You’ve delayed it for three years.” I couldn’t explain clearly over the phone, so I said, “It’s all because of ‘that matter.’” My niece understood I was referring to being persecuted for practicing Falun Dafa. She said loudly, “Receiving the one-child subsidy has nothing to do with ‘that matter.’ You can receive it once you turn 60. This is clearly stipulated by national regulations!” Her words woke me up. Yes, I was simply going to receive the one-child subsidy—it was legal and legitimate. Why did I mention that I practice Falun Dafa?
Master’s Fa awakened me and gave me wisdom. My mind suddenly became clear, and I knew what to do. First, I found the documents I’d prepared three years ago. Then I told my husband, “Tomorrow, I’m going to apply for the one-child subsidy.” My husband said happily, “Great! You should have gotten it long ago. Do you need me to go with you?” Over the years, my husband has also endured great mental pressure because of the persecution I experienced, but he always silently supported and protected me. I smiled and said, “I’m going to reclaim the one-child subsidy myself. Don’t worry.” He nodded and said, “You’ve become smarter and more mature.”
The next day, I confidently went to the neighborhood committee office. I registered my personal information. I felt very calm inside, without a trace of fear. I went directly to the second-floor office of the neighborhood committee building. As I entered, a female staff member smiled and asked, “Can I help you?” I said politely, “I’m here to apply for the one-child subsidy.” After asking my home address, she told me cheerfully, “Ma’am, the community office in the residential compound where you live can handle this. These matters have all been delegated to the community level.” I quickly put my palms together in a gesture of thanks to the staff member.
Then I went to my local community office. The office was full of young people, and one of them warmly received me. She carefully reviewed the documents I brought. She asked if I left my workplace 10 years early. I answered simply, “Yes.” The young person didn’t ask any further questions. She was very respectful and patiently helped me fill out the forms on my phone and complete the procedure. She also had me take my medical insurance card to the bank to open an account. After all the procedures were done, I said with a smile, “Young lady, you have been very helpful today. Thank you!” She smiled and said, “Ma’am, I can tell you’re a very kind person. It’s my pleasure to help you. It makes me happy inside!”
As I left the office, I felt especially light. Everything went so smoothly. I understood that this was all Master’s meticulous arrangement; this time I handled it correctly. Thinking back to what happened three years ago, it was because of my irrationality and impulsiveness that the old forces exploited my gaps and things turned out contrary to my wishes.
Reclaiming the Housing Fund
When I got home and told my family that everything had been processed for receiving the one-child subsidy, they were very happy. That evening, I said to my family, full of confidence, “Tomorrow I’m also going to reclaim my Housing Provident Fund. But it’s been 13 years since I last tried—where do I even go to handle it?” My husband said confidently, “Let me go with you tomorrow. You’ll definitely get that money back!”
I recalled what happened 13 years ago. After I processed my retirement at age 50, I went to the city’s Housing Provident Fund office to withdraw my funds. The staff there said, “Your workplace set a password, so we can’t withdraw it. You need the password that your workplace set.”
I’d gone home very disappointed. I didn’t want to see the leaders of my former workplace, fearing that they and the police would interfere with me and persecute me again. My family didn’t want to upset me, so no one mentioned this matter again. Over the years, I’ve weathered various tests and tribulations. Now it was time to rectify this matter. I recognized that this was also about saving people; that is, I should not let them be eliminated because they participated in the persecution.
The next morning, my husband and I first went to the district Housing Provident Fund office, but it had moved. Later, we took a bus to the city’s Housing Provident Fund office. While waiting in line for my number to be called, I sent forth righteous thoughts and I negated all the old forces’ arrangements and any evil interference. I stated that I only follow Master’s arrangements. I thought that if I really needed to go back to my former workplace to ask about the password, then I would. The Housing Provident Fund is one’s personal property, and reclaiming it is legal and legitimate.
While I was processing my paperwork, the staff member told me I could withdraw the funds—there was no mention of any password. It seemed that my sending forth righteous thoughts cleared away the dark minions, rotten demons, and evil factors behind the scenes, and the old forces’ control was disintegrated.
The staff member said with a smile, “What a coincidence! There’s someone in our city who has the same name as you, and their situation is similar. As long as you have documents proving you worked at that place, that’s all you need.” Just like that, a small test was resolved. My husband and I returned home to get the documents.
That afternoon, I found the documents stamped by my workplace and returned to see the staff member at the city Housing Provident Fund office. After she looked at the paperwork, she immediately deposited the funds into my bank card. The whole thing was done in just a few minutes, and I took the bus home.
From now on I will follow Master’s words and cultivate diligently. I will cherish this predestined relationship of countless ages with Dafa, cherish Master’s compassionate salvation, and do well on the cultivation path that Master has arranged.
Category: Cultivation Insights
