Falun Dafa Allowed me to Come through the Persecution

Author's note: I have been deeply moved by a practitioner I know. She has been to Beijing to peacefully appeal for Falun Dafa several times. She often distributes truth-clarifying materials to salesmen, neighbours, relatives and friends. In order to clarify the truth to more people, she and her husband, a practitioner as well, rode bicycles to remote areas to distribute Falun Dafa CDs and materials, and would return back home late at night. Her moving stories are countless. Here I just want to recount some of her recent experiences, as she told them to me.

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On August 31, 2002, because someone informed the police about me, I was arrested for organising a Falun Gong experience-sharing conference. Three days later, I was sent back to the local police station and held in an iron cage. I kept sending righteous thoughts [using upright thoughts to purify oneself and the surrounding environment] and refused to accept the evil persecution. Several days later, people from the local police station sent me to a detention centre. Since I had high blood pressure, the detention centre refused to accept me. The officers from the local police station didn't give up and called another doctor to check me again. The result was the same. The doctor they called even said to them, "She is in such a condition, how can you still want to send her to that kind of place? She just wants to practise Falun Gong and didn't commit any crimes. Is it worth being so severe with her?" The doctor's words made the officers speechless. They brought me back to the local police station again.

Once I came back, I requested release on account of my health. The deputy of the local police station promised to relay my request to higher authorities. I decided to wait for a while. If I could be released, it would be easier for me to continue to clarify the truth. Everyday whilst I was in the iron cage at the police station, I kept practising the exercises and sending forth righteous thoughts, no matter how they tried to stop me. More than twenty days passed and I still hadn’t received an answer. I realised that I was wrong. Didn't my actions mean that I conformed to their persecution by waiting, day by day, for their answer? Then I realised that I couldn't just wait for them to release me.

They watched me very closely and the iron cage was always locked. It was only opened when my family member delivered food for me. There were security guards on duty outside and when they were going to bed, one would sleep on a bench that was against the door. I had a strong righteous thought that I would get out no matter how closely they guarded me. After midnight on September 13, the security guards didn't sleep on the bench. Two guards slept soundly on the bed. I knew it was my opportunity to leave and I shouldn't miss it. I stretched my hand out of the cage and pulled the lock just once. The lock opened. At that time, one of the guards seemed to hear something and raised his head towards me. I pretended that I was doing the third Falun Dafa exercise with my arms moving up and down. He looked at me and then fell asleep again. I removed the lock from the door of the iron cage and opened the door. The metal door didn't make a sound. I walked to the door of the room and opened it. It didn't make any sound either. So I came to the hallway, and then to the courtyard. I could see from far away that the courtyard gate was locked. I walked to the gate where the guard was sleeping soundly. I lightly pulled on the lock and it opened. I called a taxi and left that evil place. I went to a relatives home to hide temporarily.

After the local police station officers found I had left, they detained more than ten of my family members and relatives, including my husband, my son, my younger brothers, and my sisters-in-law. My daughter, who studied in an out-of-town university, was deceived to come back and was detained as well. All of my family members who were practitioners could handle the situation, but my brothers and sisters were not and they couldn't endure it. My younger brother negotiated with the deputy of the police station who said, "As long as your sister comes back, you all can go." Seeing so many family members being held in the police station for several days, my brother, under duress, told them my hiding place. Since I didn't take precautions not to be found, the deputy and other police officers caught me. On the way back, the deputy kept asking me how I was able to leave the police station when all the doors were locked. I told him that a small police station is incapable of holding a Falun Dafa practitioner! Then I took the opportunity to clarify the truth to them. Just a few days after they arrested me, I was released. I walked out of the police station with dignity.

However, the persecution didn't stop. On October 14, 2002, six policemen and other officials came to my home. They talked to me about sending me to a brainwashing class. I was determined not to accept such an arrangement and clarified the truth about the persecution of Falun Dafa practitioners. Seeing my determination, they called the "610 Office" of the city and were told on the phone that they must take me to a brainwashing class. [The "610 Office" is an agency specifically created to persecute Falun Gong, with absolute powers over each level of administration in the Party and all other political and judiciary systems]. In a short time, I started to develop symptoms such as dizziness, my whole body being too weak to support itself, my hands and feet were cold and stiff, and my legs couldn't move. Later they decided to call an ambulance to send me to the hospital. The police cars didn't follow the ambulance to the hospital.