Experiences of An Elderly Disabled Woman Who Safeguarded the Fa Under Difficult Circumstances

(Clearwisdom.net) I am a disabled woman living in a mountainous region, who has to rely on crutches to walk. My husband cannot speak. My daughter introduced Dafa to me in 1996. Because I had a lot of attachments at that time, coupled with the fact that I am a disabled person and cannot read, I hesitated for some time, feeling myself inferior. Later, in a dream I vividly saw Master Li kindly smiling at me. On several other occasions I saw Falun rotating on the cover as soon as I picked up the book Zhuan Falun. I was extremely surprised and happy. Since then I started on the cultivation path.

Although both of us are disabled, we still have to do heavy work to make a living. However, the burdens of life did not dampen my desire to cultivate, and I felt life was becoming more relaxed and easier. As I am illiterate, reading was a problem for me. There were no other Dafa practitioners living nearby, so whenever I came across a person who could read, I would ask them to teach me a word. I learned word by word in this way, until one day I dreamed of Master teaching me to read "Lunyu." After I woke up, I was able to read. Now, whether it is a Dafa book or one of Master's articles, I can read them all. What a miracle! Through studying the Fa and cultivating my heart, I feel my heart has become purer and purer and my body healthier and healthier.

After July 20, 1999, a few people with ulterior motives abused their power and utilized radio, TV and newspapers to slander Dafa on a rampant scale. I felt extremely sad in my heart. One day seemed like a year. I thought to myself, "This is not right, I must go to Beijing to reason with them." So, I borrowed a hundred Yuan from my parents and made my way to Beijing. I endured a lot of hardships throughout the journey. At Tiananmen Square I found a spot, sat down and started to do the hand movements for meditation. A moment later a police van rushed over and several policemen pushed and dragged me into the van. At the Tiananmen Police Station I told them my name and my address because I did not realize then that I should not cooperate with the evil persecution. Thus, I was escorted back by police officers to a local detention center to continue the illegal detention there. During this period I was repeatedly interrogated. They asked me, "What were you doing in Beijing?" "Letting the government learn about Falun Gong, and to restore our environment for studying the Fa and doing the exercises," I replied. "How did you think you would manage to return home by taking only one hundred Yuan with you?" "I never thought about this. I could beg my way back." I said.

Once, an interrogator carelessly wrote a lot of things on a piece of paper and asked me to put my fingerprint on it. I thought, "Who knows what you have written." I refused his request. Then they beat me. I thought, "I am a Dafa practitioner, I would not give in even if you beat me to death." I was later released after being illegally detained for one month.

Although I live in the remote mountainous region, I was still able to read Master's new articles in due time. Master's Fa encouraged me to cultivate diligently. However, one could hardly imagine that even in such a remote mountain village, one could not escape the evil persecution. The wicked people often came to my home to harass me, asking me to turn in Dafa books. Sometimes, they would come several times a month. However, they did not get even a piece of paper.

On August 9^th of the Chinese calendar this year, while I was out watching the cattle grazing on a hill, several wicked people came. Without any explanation, they took me down the hill by force, saying they were taking me to the police station in town. I refused to comply. More than 10 people rushed over and carried me away, against my will. At the police station they forced me to tell them where I got the flyers and asked me to reveal the names of other practitioners. That would never do! Then, several dozen people came up and beat me with fists and kicked me. I held out and endured the beating. They did not know what to do with me, so they sent me to the county police department. Before I got into the vehicle I repeatedly shouted, "My Master is a very kind and benevolent person. Falun Dafa is the righteous Fa. It teaches people 'Truth, Compassion, Forbearance!'" Immediately many people gathered in a crowd around us. Some people said, "This grandma is really pitiful. She has a crippled leg, and they still treat her like this." Those wicked people had no place to hide for their shame. They hastily pushed me into the vehicle and took me to the county authorities. All the way they hit me with fists and kicked me.

At the county police department, a policeman who was about to beat me asked, "What have you done to be brought here?" "I am a Falun Gong practitioner. I was arrested while watching cattle grazing on a hill." He was shocked and moved aside. Then a group of plainclothes police officers came and dragged me into another room. The room was very dark. Later I learned this was a specially rented room outside the police department by the wicked people for persecuting Dafa practitioners so as to avoid public attention. As soon as I entered the room, several people came over and hung my left hand up. As my left leg is disabled, I could only stand on my right tiptoe. The room was so dark that I could not see their faces clearly. I countered their ridiculous interrogation with total silence, which made them extremely furious and they beat me, savagely and cruelly.

In the daytime more than ten people would beat me. At night, six wicked people would beat me in turn. Countless pounding from fists, kicks and sticks landed on my body. I kept reciting the Fa- rectification verses in silence, which enabled me to bear the tremendous physical pain and the mental torment. When the pains reached the limit of my endurance, I thought of those great gods, and my heart was filled with great respect and benevolence. So, I placed my right hand vertically in front of my chest to send forth righteous thoughts. They became extremely scared. After a moment of chaos, they hung up my right hand and started to beat me even more brutally, and shouted, "We shall beat you to death, because your village head has told us to. Nobody will know if you are beaten to death. We will send you directly to the crematorium." I firmly berated them, "Do you think you can remain at large this way? Let me tell you, gods are everywhere! They are even only three feet above your head. Although human beings may let you go free, heaven will not! Your evildoings will be exposed. You will be condemned by people and punished by heaven for not even letting a disabled person alone!" A wicked person said, "Then I will beat you till you are half dead ..."

They continued to beat me like this for one day and one night. When I lost consciousness, they would pour cold water on my body. When I regained consciousness they would continue with the beating. My blood was all over the floor, and my body was covered with wounds. Still, I was firm in my heart and withstood the torture. It was Dafa that gave me the strong will.

On the second evening, when they finished beating me, they themselves felt extremely exhausted and tired. They said to themselves, "Oh dear, she is still alive after such beatings. If it had been someone else, she would have died yesterday ..."

Next, they handcuffed both of my hands. Then, they put a heavy desk on my arms and forced me to bend my back. I could not stand nor squat. Then they hit me with sticks from all directions, like falling rain. I held out another day and night under such cruel torture.

On the third day, these dozens of wicked people felt extremely exhausted. They had no more tricks left, so they had to give up and sent me to a detention center. In the detention center, my appearance from the vicious beatings made other people feel scared and terrified.

Later on I went on a hunger strike to protest. More than ten people force-fed me together, using pliers to pry apart my teeth and leaving blood- blisters all over my mouth. During the countless times of torture, threats and extortion, I told these wicked people, "You will get nothing from me, even if you kill me!"

Being a Dafa practitioner, it is Dafa that gave me the boundless strength and the broad- mindedness, which enabled me to pass through dangers of life and death several times and to firmly withstand it all.

After about one month or so, a policeman from the police department came to the detention center and asked me, "Have you thought it through?" I said, "I have nothing to think about and nothing to say to you." They were completely defeated. I was unconditionally released on September 9^th of the Chinese calendar.

After I came out, I continuously exposed the vicious acts of those wicked people, which has awakened many people's conscience and enabled them to tell good from evil.

As I mentioned before, my husband and I are both disabled. We hope someone will tell my story to the "World Association for the Disabled" and let the world know what is going on in China under the control of those few "clowns." It is also my hope that people who love peace and kindness do not take an indifferent attitude or watch from a distance. Let us condemn and stop this evil persecution with our joint efforts.
Chinese version available at http://minghui.ca/mh/articles/2001/12/6/20976.html

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