(Minghui.org) I lived and worked in Beijing for several years. I’d like to share my experiences of talking to people about Falun Dafa and the persecution when I lived there. I also want to thank Master Li (the founder of Falun Dafa) for protecting me during that time.
People from all over China visit Beijing, so Dafa practitioners always use bank notes with messages about Falun Dafa and the persecution written on them to raise awareness. However, the bank notes that we had were dirty and crumpled. I suggested to other practitioners that we exchange them for newer ones and I soon found a way to do this. I know this was arranged by Master.
I would exchange 10,000 to 100,000 yuan in bank notes at a time, in denominations of one, five, ten, or twenty yuan. I was always happy to do this, even though the bills were quite heavy to carry.
As we could not use so much money in our day-to-day expenditures, I suggested that practitioners exchange the bills with business owners instead. When we went to the market to exchange bills with stall holders, some people didn’t dare take them. I would then tell them that their business would prosper if they use these bills. People gradually realized that the stalls who received our bills were indeed doing very well, so more and more stall owners started to exchange bills with us. Some stall owners particularly wanted to exchange the money before Chinese New Year, as they wanted to give these bills to their children as holiday gifts.
Sometimes I felt a bit afraid when exchanging the bills. Once, a practitioner and I exchanged bills with a stall owner. After counting the bills, the stall owner shouted to others, “Who wants Falun Dafa money?” I was so scared that I quickly sent forth righteous thoughts. Another time, I was frightened and left in a hurry. When I got home, I realized I was 200 yuan short.
Gradually, people would tell me how much money they wanted to exchange when they saw me. They didn’t even count the money I gave them, saying that Falun Dafa practitioners are always honest.
There was a period of time when I lost contact with local practitioners. I was anxious about what to do to save people. I then thought of an idea: I would write “Falun Dafa is Good” on telephone poles for everyone to see. I did this when I was on the way to work, when I finished work, or when I took a break.
Once, I was writing on the telephone poles along a road and I hoped all the drivers waiting for the traffic lights saw my messages.
I was writing on a telephone pole one day after work and I didn’t pay attention to the people around me. When I finished writing, I saw three men looking at me. They called me over and asked why I wrote these words. I told them about Falun Dafa and two of them quit the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) Youth League, but one of them refused to. I wasn’t afraid because I wanted everyone to know that Falun Dafa is good.
Another time when I was writing on a telephone pole, several elderly men walked by and made some comments. I felt I shouldn’t miss the chance to save them so I caught up with them to tell them about Falun Dafa. They quit the CCP and expressed their support for Dafa.
Later, I got in touch with practitioners and received printed posters. I started putting up posters with the words “Falun Dafa is Good” in my community. These posters stayed up for as long as a fortnight.
After getting in contact with practitioners, some of them said they didn’t have any truth-clarification materials so I volunteered to produce the materials for them or help deliver the materials to them.
The next day when I went to a practitioner’s home, I was stumped because all of the buildings looked the same and I wasn’t sure which was hers, since I had only been there once. I asked Master for help. I kept walking until I saw a building that looked familiar. I walked up to the second floor and knocked on a door and the practitioner opened it! I was so happy that I couldn’t say a word. The practitioner was also very excited after I told her what had happened.
Being mindful of safety, I usually avoided calling the practitioner when I was on the way to her place. But it turned out that each time I got to her place, she would have only just arrived herself a minute before. Her son, who was worried about having so many materials stored at their home, was never at home when I went there.
When I wasn’t working, I would distribute truth-clarification materials in my community. I always used the stairs and never took the elevator. I would be sweating even in winter. Once, I had just finished distributing materials to one unit and was walking downstairs when a man saw the materials on his door. He said, “It’s Falun Dafa materials! Let’s take them home to read.” I was so happy to hear that.
After I finished my neighborhood, I went to other communities to distribute materials. I carried some with me whenever I went out, so I could distribute them whenever it was suitable to do so.
Once, the weather was extremely hot and I went out to distribute materials around noon when many people were taking a nap and the streets were mostly empty. I recited Master’s “On Dafa” as I was walking and felt that what I was doing was very sacred.
In October 2014, we received a design for a calendar with Dafa information on it. I wanted to distribute these calendars but had no idea how to make them. I started researching online, but had trouble understanding the techniques. Then I happened to see something that explained that it’s very easy to make the calendars—the stand can be bought online and all that’s needed is a laser printer to print the pages.
I started searching for people who sold the stand and only found one seller who seemed suitable. The owner recommended the equipment and other things I needed. I was really thankful to this owner and also grateful to Master for the arrangement.
I bought all the materials I needed to make the calendars. Just as I was worried about the lack of money to produce the calendars, a practitioner donated some money for materials. Later, another practitioner was in charge of delivering the calendars to others while I was making them. The calendars were distributed very quickly.
I then thought about distributing the calendars and other informational materials to people face-to-face. I went out, carrying the material in my bag. I saw an elderly man in a village and talked to him about Falun Dafa. He quit the CCP and asked me to be careful.
The first time I wanted to go out to tell people about Falun Dafa, I was so frightened that I kept pacing about at home. I finally gathered enough courage and went out. After walking a short distance, I saw an elderly man and talked to him. He said, “Last night, I dreamed that I would encounter a good thing today, so I’ve been waiting here for it.”
I almost cried upon hearing this. I knew it was Master encouraging me. The man easily agreed to quit the CCP and then went on his way.
Once, I recited one of Master’s poema to a woman. I saw tears in her eyes. She said, “Your eyes are so clear. I believe what you say. I’ll quit the Party!”
One hot summer day, I gave a few bricklayers some pears I’d bought. They said that I was very kind. I told them that I practice Falun Dafa. When they heard this, they said that Falun Dafa practitioners are good people and some of them quit the CCP.
Another time, when I told a few workers at a construction site about Falun Dafa, one of them said he had been looking for Dafa practitioners because he wanted to read the Falun Dafa book. He said that he had quit the CCP and even told others to quit the Party too. It was a pity that I didn’t meet him again. I hope that he has managed to get a Falun Dafa book and start cultivating.
Once, I took a taxi to deliver materials to a fellow practitioner’s home. I was a little worried about telling the driver about Falun Dafa because I had a lot of materials in my bag. However, I decided that I shouldn’t miss anyone and I told him about Falun Dafa. Just as we were reaching the destination, he agreed to quit the Party. He shook hands with me and thanked me for helping him understand about Falun Dafa. He even wanted to waive my taxi fee, but he accepted the money after I insisted on paying him.
Many miracles happened when I was in Beijing. For example, it would start raining when I got on the bus and stop raining as soon as I got off. Sometimes, it started raining just as I got home. I would have been drenched if I had gotten home two minutes later.
During those years in Beijing, I gradually matured under Master’s protection. No words can express my gratitude to Master and I can only be more diligent in cultivation to repay Master for His salvation.