(Minghui.org) After the suppression of Falun Dafa began in July 1999, I went to Beijing to explain the facts about the persecution to people and to seek justice for Dafa. After returning home, I could not find peace—seeing Master publicly slandered and practitioners being persecuted deeply pained me. So I decided to go to Beijing again.
When I arrived at Tiananmen Square, security was extremely tight. I met several practitioners who suggested that validating the Fa could take many forms—not only going to the square.
Inspired, I bought paper and glue and began posting messages along streets and alleyways near a supermarket: “Falun Dafa is good!” “Truthfulness-Compassion- Forbearance is good!” “Restore justice to Falun Dafa!” Many people stopped to read them. Someone even read them aloud and praised our efforts. I wished him a bright future.
While posting more messages, I was stopped by officers and taken to a police station. I calmly told them that, before practicing, I had many chronic illnesses. But thanks to Dafa, they all disappeared. I also told them that I became a better person who treated others with kindness and acted selflessly because of practicing Dafa. One policewoman was moved to tears: “You’re so kind. Falun Dafa is truly good!” She even suggested that the other officers let me go.
I was then taken to a regional military headquarters in Beijing. I spoke to an officer who wore Buddhist prayer beads. I told him: “I practice Falun Gong. We both belong to the Buddhist school, and our cultivation goals are the same. Meeting you here must be a predestined connection from our past lives! I want you to know that Falun Dafa teaches people to be good!” He listened respectfully, and said he would try to pass along the message.
I was later driven back to my area and held in a detention center. More than 20 fellow practitioners were already in detention there. Despite the harsh environment, we studied the teachings together, practiced the exercises, shared our understandings, and encouraged one another to improve.
Every morning, even detainees who were not Falun Dafa practitioners would remind us, “It’s time for group practice.” In those moments, we could feel how practitioners’ righteous thoughts were quietly changing the environment around us.
One day, all of the practitioners were ushered into a large hall. They brought in a group of people who had been misled by the propaganda against Dafa and had developed incorrect understandings. They began attempting to “transform” us. However, our faith in Master Li Hongzhi and Dafa was unshakable. One after another, we refuted their assertions in a calm and rational manner. Before long, they were rendered speechless and left.
That night, in a state between sleep and wakefulness, I saw a remarkable scene: Above Tiananmen Square in Beijing, starting from the front of a stage with a podium, row upon row of golden brown seats extended upward. Each seat was connected by a golden cord to the microphone on the stage. I found myself seated high above, looking down at everything.
At that moment, a man in a long robe stepped out from the right side of the stage, his demeanor solemn, extending his hands to the right in a respectful gesture of greeting. Then, from the center of the platform, Master—whom countless disciples had longed to see—appeared.
With palms pressed together in front of his chest, Master greeted us: “Hello, everyone!”
The voice was resounding and echoed across the square, warming the hearts of countless disciples. I burst into tears and cried out, “Master has returned! Master has returned!”
At the same time, in layer after layer across the heavens, fellow practitioners were also calling out through tears of joy, “Master has returned! Master has returned!”
I seemed to hear the rivers and seas, mountains and plains, and even the heavens themselves all echoing the same cry: “Master has returned! Master has returned!”
In that moment, I understood this was Master encouraging his disciples—affirming that what we had done was right. No matter the circumstances, Master is always watching over and protecting his disciples!
One day, the guards called us into the workshop. Inside were more than a dozen police officers equipped with machine guns, pistols, and even grenades. A voice suddenly blared over the loudspeaker: “Take your positions!” We then heard the sound of guns being cocked and bullet magazines being loaded.
At that moment, a woman was pushed into the workshop from the main entrance. She staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. She was a fellow practitioner, and former secretary to a military commander, who had been brutally persecuted for practicing Falun Dafa. Her face was covered in blood. She slowly raised her head from the ground and looked at us with a calm smile.
An armed officer shouted, “You’ve all seen this! If you still refuse to cooperate and remain stubborn, this will be your outcome.” The woman was then dragged out of the workshop.
Soon afterward, the voice from the loudspeaker issued another command: “Begin execution!”
The police quickly surrounded us. One by one, they pointed their weapons at each practitioner. The announcer continued: “Listen carefully! You have half an hour to think it over. Anyone who wants to live will need to step forward. Otherwise, there will be no tomorrow for you!”
We held hands and recited Master’s teaching:
“The falun will protect those who genuinely do our practice. My roots are planted in this universe, and so someone would have to be able to harm me in order to harm you, which means that they would have to have the power to harm this universe.” (The First Talk, Zhuan Falun)
At that moment, I felt that our energy field was incomparably righteous and powerful—piercing through layers of darkness and sweeping across the cosmos. After half an hour, not a single person stepped forward. We had been strengthened by our great Master. Our fear was gone. There was only Dafa, only Master, and only compassion!
Each practitioner held the thought in their heart: “You officers are also precious lives who came for the Fa. We hope you’ll be able to distinguish right from wrong, not commit crimes against Dafa, and make up for your mistakes so that you can be saved and have a bright future.”
The officers then ordered us to go to the work tables, where paper and pens were placed. Not a single person wrote a word to denounce Dafa. Their evil plot failed.
Looking back on my more than 30 years of cultivation, I have the following realizations: Master’s boundless compassion and grace is beyond words and cannot be repaid. He constantly protects and enlightens his disciples, bears suffering and tribulations on our behalf, and encourages us to maintain righteous thoughts and actions.
Dafa disciples should show compassion to everyone. All beings are worthy of being saved. The relationship between Dafa disciples and those who participate in the persecution is not one of persecutor and victim, but one of offering salvation and being saved.
As long as we maintain strong righteous thoughts and compassion, even those who commit wrongdoing can be moved and regain their consciences.
As Dafa practitioners, we should let go of our human attachments, eliminate barriers, and form a unified whole. The power of such unity is immeasurable and indestructible—it can dissolve all evil!