(Minghui.org) I am 56 years old. In the course of practicing Falun Dafa for over 20 years, I have gradually come to understand the seriousness of cultivation.
I have learned that, no matter what kind of tribulation I'm in, as long as I can think of the Fa and Master and look inside to rectify myself, I can turn bad things into good things, and my xinxing will be raised.
I'd like to share my experiences of breaking free from being abducted after I filed a criminal complaint against Jiang Zemin, the former head of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP).
On May 31, 2015, I submitted a complaint against Jiang Zemin to the Supreme Procuratorate and Supreme People's Court. A few days later, I heard that a fellow practitioner who had submitted a complaint was seized and his home was ransacked.
I was a little scared and didn't eliminate that thought soon enough. On the morning of June 29, 2015, the police abducted me and three other practitioners from the same county.
The officers ransacked our homes and confiscated our computers, printers, and Dafa books. They took us to the station and kept me in a room where eight to nine police officers were either watching TV or playing on their cell phones.
I sat on a bed in the corner, held up my right palm and sent forth righteous thoughts: “Eradicate all evil beings and evil factors behind the police who participate in the persecution of Dafa disciples and not allow them to continue committing crimes against Dafa disciples.”
I sent forth righteous thoughts for 20 minutes, and no one bothered me. My mind became clear, and I realized the most important thing to do was to negate all arrangements by the old forces.
Dafa disciples should play the leading role, conduct ourselves following the Fa, and take the opportunity to save predestined people. I said, “I'm thirsty. Can you bring me some water?”
A young officer said tersely, “No water. Even we haven't had anything to eat or drink!” I persisted, “Cold water would be fine.”
He replied, "No cold water either."
“Do not treat me like a criminal,” I cautioned. “I am a Falun Dafa practitioner. Falun Dafa is an advanced cultivation practice in the Buddha school, and we are cultivating toward Enlightenment.”
I went on to say: “Treating Dafa disciples well will be rewarded. I do not want to see you incur karmic retribution because you persecute cultivators.”
An older officer chimed in, “From the way she sat there just now, she did look like a Buddhist.”
As he was speaking, he held up one of his palms in front of his chest and mumbled something. Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere in the room lightened.
One officer went out with an electric kettle, and another handed me a bottle of water. I drank some and started clarifying the facts about the persecution to them.
In a short while, a cup of hot water was placed in front of me, and the officer said, “We don't have a lot here, but help yourself to the water.”
I told them about Falun Dafa, why the CCP is persecuting practitioners, the truth behind the staged Tiananmen Self-Immolation, about the CCP's live organ harvesting from Falun Dafa disciples, as well as about the movements to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations and to file lawsuits against Jiang Zemin.
The young fellow sitting next to me had filmed me when they picked me up that morning. He asked me nervously, “Ma'am, is all that true?”
Before I could answer, the officer who'd snatched my cell phone and helped ransack my home said with a concerned expression, “What about me? Can I do something for you? I don't want to suffer retribution!”
Later on, when there was nobody around, he put his hands in front of his chest (Heshi) and begged my forgiveness. I then helped him quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
After talking to the officers for an hour, all but two of them went to lunch. They brought some food back for me, but I didn't touch it.
A supervisor walked in and took me to another room. He was the leader of the team that had abducted me.
He told me to sit on a stool facing the back of a computer equipped with a camera. I realized he was going to interrogate me as if I were a criminal; I pitied him for committing a bad deed out of ignorance.
I remembered what Master Li Hongzhi said,
"No matter what the situation, do not cooperate with the evil’s demands, orders, or what it instigates." (“Dafa Disciples’ Righteous Thoughts are Powerful” from Essentials for Further Advancement II)
I refused to sit on the stool and sat on the bed by the wall instead. The four officers in the room looked at each other and were at a loss for words.
I told them, “I did not break the law, so I cannot cooperate with you. It would be bad for you.”
The supervisor said, “Jiang Zemin will die soon. What's the use of filing a lawsuit against him!”
“He has persecuted us for so many years,” I answered. “Why shouldn't we sue him? He is responsible for the persecution but you are also victims. So far, more than 100,000 lawsuits have been filed against him with people using their real names, and the number is growing.”
I walked over to the monitor to see if my words were being recorded. The officer said, “You're not answering our questions so we cannot record what you say.”
“In that case,” I said, “you can write: 'It's not against the law to have a faith. It's not illegal to practice Falun Dafa!'”
He confided, “We wouldn't dare to record that.” The interrogation was over.
They wanted to take me to the county hospital for an exam in the afternoon. I said, “Falun Dafa practitioners are still having their organs harvested against their will. I cannot go with you.”
One of the officers responded, “It's just a medical exam. Nothing like that would happen.”
“Of course, you would not do something like that,” I said. “But can you guarantee someone else wouldn't?” They did not insist on taking me.
My husband and daughter visited me in the evening and told me that local practitioners were sending forth righteous thoughts for me. They also told me that another practitioner in the detention center had such high blood pressure during the medical exam that he was released on bail that same day.
I realized it was not a coincidence that my family shared that piece of news with me. Perhaps Master was using them to give me a hint. So I decided to go for the exam the next day.
My daughter held my hand and asked, “Mom, who are you?” “I'm a Dafa disciple,” I replied.
She exclaimed, “That's right. Regardless of what can be done to us from the outside, the key lies in you. If you do everything righteously, everything will change. Everything depends on your righteous thoughts!”
I was amazed that my non-practitioner daughter could say something like that. I was so grateful to Master.
Master was telling me those things through my daughter's mouth. I told myself, “I will not accept even a single day in the detention center, let alone 12 days.”
I said to one of the remaining officers, "I've told you so much today. Are you a Party member? No one's here now. Why don't you quit the Party?”
He agreed to quit the Party, the Youth League, and the Young Pioneers. When the other police officer came back for his shift, I did the same for him.
I then sent forth righteous thoughts and looked inside. I sensed that my biggest omission was that, for the past few years, I had been busy doing things without doing quality Fa study. I just went through the motions and did not send forth righteous thoughts frequently enough; my heart was also not clean.
I didn't go to sleep until after sending forth righteous thoughts at midnight. I then got up at 3:30 a.m. to do the exercises and sent forth righteous thoughts again.
Two officers took me to the county hospital at 8:30. I said in my heart, “Master, I only follow your arrangements.”
They said everything was normal, but when I was about to leave, the doctor said, “Sit down. Let me take your blood pressure.”
He took it and asked, “Do you have high blood pressure?”
The police officer asked, “How high?” The doctor said it was 180/120. He then took it again and the result was the same.
It was after 1 p.m. when they drove me to the detention center. When the guard unlocked a door and showed me in, something occurred to me, “Why am I here?”
Back in 2001, when I was released after going on a hunger strike in prison, I told a fellow practitioner, “We will never be incarcerated again!”
This time, a female prison doctor walked over and motioned, “Come over here, let me take your blood pressure first.”
The results were the same. She asked, “Do you have high blood pressure or take medicine?”
The detention center decided not to accept me.
The police discussed the situation with their supervisors and decided to take me to two city hospitals to test my blood pressure.
My blood pressure was still high, and one of the readings was 180/125. At first, I thought it was because my righteous thoughts were not strong enough that I had to be examined over and over again.
Every time an exam was completed, I stopped sending forth righteous thoughts and developed an attachment of elation; then it had to be done again. So I became scared and worried about the results. After I enlightened to this, I rectified my thoughts, removed my attachments, and steadied my mind.
After the last exam, the officers conceded, “You should be happy now. We can go home together.” I didn't feel the elation I had earlier, and my heart was very calm.
We returned to the station at 4 p.m. They then called my husband and I went home.
At home, I carefully examined my cultivation state and deeply felt Master's merciful protection. Cultivation is wonderful but at the same time so very serious.
A small unrighteous thought, if not corrected in time, can incur trouble to different degrees.
From then on, I've put forth more effort in doing the three things and constantly remind myself to cultivate steadily. This year, I have often experienced the wonderful state of sitting in an eggshell during the sitting meditation; my energy field is now very strong, and my mind is calm when sending forth righteous thoughts.