(Minghui.org) My husband was a qigong enthusiast. He tried many qigong practices but none won his heart. In May 1995, he came home with a book and said, “I really admire this book.” He also started doing a sitting meditation and his insomnia soon disappeared. He offered the book Zhuan Falun to me. I initially refused, but I began reading it after he insisted. Our son, who was in first grade at the time, was able to read most of the book. By June, we all practiced Falun Dafa and we began doing the exercises in the morning with local practitioners.
The first time I read Zhuan Falun, I felt it was teaching us to be good people, but I had some questions. They were answered after I read the second time I read the book. I repeatedly read Zhuan Falun and realized that this book was for high level cultivation, to reach enlightenment. My husband also read the book many times. Our family cultivated together, and our disagreements were resolved quickly as we all looked for our own mistakes. Our family lived in harmony. On weekends and holidays, we went out together to talk with people about Falun Dafa.
When our son was just over a month old, he had pneumonia and was hospitalized for a week. Afterward he had seasonal occurrences of coughing spells and required medication. After he began practicing Dafa he experienced physical discomfort as he eliminated sickness karma, but this only happened on weekends or at night, and he understood why. His chronic cough soon stopped.
The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began persecuting practitioners on July 20, 1999. We went to our local government to appeal for justice for Falun Dafa and my husband was arrested and detained two days later. I never encountered this kind of persecution before. I felt unsettled, so I picked up Zhuan Falun and asked myself: “Is this a good book? Yes. Are you going to continue to cultivate? Yes! I will!”
The CCP’s propaganda that slandered Falun Dafa and our teacher, Master Li Hongzhi, was broadcast on every television channel around the clock. My son and I were staying with my mother-in-law to keep her company. She likes to watch TV at night. Whenever propaganda against Falun Dafa was broadcast, we looked for the lies presented in the program. For example, it was obvious to us that the “Tiananmen self-immolation” was staged by the CCP. The lies and accusations against Dafa were obvious. Master Li is innocent. The righteousness of Dafa took root in my son’s heart. Even though our family was persecuted severely, my son never gave up cultivating. I am very happy about this.
My husband is a scholarly man and he spent hours studying the Fa. He has a good understanding of the teachings and holds himself to high standards. Other practitioners like to seek him out for help. Through Fa study and searching within, my husband can help others quickly find the root of their problems. He is not a coordinator, but he is highly regarded among practitioners.
Because of this my husband became a target in the eyes of local police. The police arrested him before all the CCP’s politically sensitive days. He was arrested six times and was eventually sentenced to 14 years in prison. I went to local government offices to seek justice for him. My sister-in-law and I went to the police station and the prison requesting my husband be released.
I was frightened at times. When my fear emerged, I recalled what Master said,
“Indestructible righteous faith in the cosmos’s Truth forms benevolent Dafa disciples’ rock-solid, Diamond-Like Bodies, it frightens all evil, and the light of Truth it emanates makes the unrighteous elements in all beings’ thoughts disintegrate. However strong the righteous thoughts are, that’s how great the power is. Dafa disciples are truly stepping forward out of ordinary humanness.” (“Also in aFew Words,” The Essentials of Diligent Progress II)
As I recited this passage over and over again, my righteous thoughts became stronger.
On one occasion fellow practitioners and I went to the prison to request my husband’s release. As my sister-in-law recounted the suffering my husband endured, the prison official actually shed tears as he listened.
I joined other family members in reporting to the provincial government about the persecution of imprisoned Dafa practitioners. As we were entering the government building, the guard asked the reason for our visit. We informed him about the prison’s persecution of practitioners. The guard said: “In my years here, nobody dares to report on this prison, I admire you.” As a result of the efforts of family members, the wicked forces within the prison were dissolved.
I treasured every opportunity to visit my husband. Besides food and money, I tried my best to bring him Master’s articles. I wanted my husband to be able to walk out of prison with strong righteous thoughts. There was a scene in the movie, Once We Were Divine, when Ling Feng met with her husband Guang Mingwang in prison. She wrote Master’s poem on her hand and showed it him through the glass window:
“A Great Enlightened One fears no hardshipHaving forged an adamantine willFree of attachment to living or dyingHe walks the path of Fa-rectification confident and poised(“Righteous Thoughts and Righteous Actions,” Hong Yin II, English Translation Version B)
This scene made me cry as I did this when I visited my husband in prison.
One day in 2001, the police convinced my husband and I to go to the station. We were interrogated in separate rooms. I was hung up in midair. The police put a feather in my ear and jabbed my underarms with a pen. I did not react to any of it. I don’t remember how long I was hung up. I only had one thought: Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. The policemen wanted me to criticize my husband. My ignoring the torment surprised the police as much as myself. I knew Master was helping me to endure the pain, and I felt he was right there next to me.
In the worst years of the persecution, on politically sensitive days, many local practitioners were arrested. I was worried. In a dream, I saw many check points on the road, and the police were checking bags and cars for Falun Dafa books and pamphlets. I flew over the checkpoints and I avoided police. I realized that Master was letting me know that I should not be persecuted. With righteous thoughts, I continued to do what a Dafa practitioner ought to do.
When I read articles about suing Jiang (the former head of the CCP) on the Minghui website, I wrote some letters and mailed them. I soon heard that local police were calling practitioners in for a meeting after submitting letters to sue Jiang, and I felt uneasy. While I meditated I saw the policemen curled up like puppy dogs in a small box. I immediately knew that the police were no threat to me. I was able to calmly clarify the truth to them when I was called in for a meeting. Master guided and helped me.
One of the legs on the solar panel at my house broke. The repairmen did not want to take the job, so the solar panel was lopsided. Feeling stressed out, I thought: I would have fixed it myself if I knew how. While I did the second exercise later that day, I saw myself fixing the broken panel leg. I was then able to do the repair myself. I know Master watches over us at all times. Many tasks may seem difficult or even unfeasible. When I remind myself that Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good, the impossible is possible.
A neighbor always refused to listen to me talk about Falun Dafa. She was later diagnosed with brain tumors. There were two of them, the size of eggs. She asked me if she should have surgery. I suggested that the phrase Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good, may be comforting. This time, she was willing to hear me out and acknowledge that she now understood the truth behind the persecution of Falun Dafa.
She was able to speak after she woke up from surgery and she said, Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good. Her doctor called hers a miracle case. This type of surgery has a high fatality rate and those who survive the operation often remain comatose. She was told she had five years to live.
That was 13 years ago. My neighbor is still doing well. She spent the past ten years taking care of her elderly mother until her mother passed away at age 101. She recites the Falun Dafa phrase everyday.
I am grateful for Master’s compassion. Without Master and Dafa’s guidance, I would not be where I am today. The only way for me to repay Master’s salvation is to help him save more people, follow his teachings, and study the Fa.
