A Practitioner from China

(Clearwisdom.net)

I'm a college student. When I was 12 years old my mother was hospitalized with a heart ailment. After paying more than 30,000 Yuan* to prominent doctors and specialists, the problem actually worsened. Two months after someone introduced the book Zhuan Falun to my mom, she started to learn Falun Gong. Her heart disease was cured, along with more than 10 other diseases such as high blood pressure, gastritis, and nephritis, all miraculously cured. The most amazing thing was her full head of white hair changed to black. So I knew Dafa was not ordinary. I started to practice Dafa together with my mom. My family's worries were gone, and happiness and joy were with us.

On July 20, 1999, Jiang's regime began to persecute Falun Gong. My family has endured much suffering. Mom was detained six times for her belief in Falun Dafa. My family's home has been searched and items confiscated four times. My family has paid more than 37,000 Yuan through extortion and salary deductions. Police have come to harass my family more than 40 times. We are only a few out of the 100 million practitioners in China who have experienced the persecution.

During this trial of righteousness and evil, I have gone to Beijing three times to validate Dafa, and have stepped onto Tiananmen Square twice.

The first time was on April 25, 1999. We appealed for the release of 45 practitioners who were illegally detained in Tianjin City. Between 4:40 p.m. and 5:00 p.m. that day, practitioners on the west side saw many Falun's of different sizes and colors appear in the sky. Some were as big as an umbrella and some were as small as a ping-pong ball. They were flying and dancing in the sky. The scene lasted more than 20 minutes. Some fellow practitioners were doing Heshi [pressing the hands together in front of the chest] and some were moved to tears. Even the police and pedestrians kept saying, "Quick, look there! Quick, look there." After hearing that the detained practitioners had been released, we left at 9 p.m. and returned home the same day.

The second time was on New Year's Day, 2001. We came to Tiananmen Square in the morning. The first thing we saw was a huge red Dafa banner, nearly 100 meters long. The policemen spent a long time trying to seize it. In the end they cut it up, piece by piece. That morning, countless practitioners had been taken away. An old man in a wheelchair came into the square from the southwest calling out loudly, "Falun Dafa is good." Immediately following was a father carrying a 3- or 4-year-old boy and holding a banner that said, "Clear our Master's name" over his head. Sometimes, at the same spot, three or four people would call out at the same time, "Falun Dafa is good," and "Falun Dafa is a righteous Fa." Sometimes, at different spots, several colorful banners would be unfurled at the same time. An older woman with a full head of white hair called out, "Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance teaches people to be kind. Master is here to save people. The persecution is wrong." She kept calling out even after she was put into the police van. I saw young practitioners running around the square while holding the banners and calling out, "Falun Dafa is good." I saw elderly practitioners beaten by police, even before taking out their banners, their heads bloodied. A six- or seven-year-old girl in a police van called out "Falun Dafa is good" along with the other practitioners in the van. Although many plainclothes police were spread around the square, the banners and statements arose one after another. In the afternoon, a 100-meter-long banner was unfurled. I saw clearly the mighty power of the Fa and I felt proud for the magnificent feats of the fellow practitioners.

On July 20, 2001, I went with a fellow practitioner who was a year older than me to Beijing to validate Dafa. Just stepping onto the square, we saw many police officers both walking around and standing at assigned posts. Some patrolled around the square repeatedly. Many plainclothes police were hidden at the corners and looked around like some kind of predator. They did not frighten us, however. We started to place truth-clarifying signs around the square quietly while reciting the verse of Fa-rectification in our minds. Suddenly there were many people gathering at the center of the square. We went there to check. Five or six police were pushing around a practitioner about 20 years old. They still held the banner taken from the practitioner. The practitioner was calm, and talked to the police loudly and sternly. "Falun Dafa is the righteous Fa. I am a practitioner. What you do is against the constitution, is a violation of human rights and breaking the law." These police were very uneasy and hastily pushed her into the police van. Through the window of the van, I saw that they pushed her down, and then proceeded to punch and kick her. I was shocked. They even treated a gentle young woman so ruthlessly.

A few minutes later, another practitioner, who looked like a college student, came forward, and then another. They were all forcibly pushed into the police van. At that moment, I couldn't hold back my tears. I was proud of their magnificent feats. I also felt agonized for the current situation in China. I suddenly realized why all these great practitioners wanted to take action. They were risking their lives to try to awaken people. The righteousness of the fellow practitioners encouraged me. I finished hanging all 50 signs I had brought with me. As I put a sign on one pole of Tiananmen Building, a police officer saw me. I was not scared. While sending forth strong righteous thoughts to keep him immobile, I continued to do what I had come to do. That officer indeed did not move toward me.

In order to awaken and save more sentient beings that were deceived by the regime's lies, I tried to make more truth-clarifying materials . I would only spend 17--60 Yuan out of 100 Yuan for food. I thought to myself that no matter how hard it is, I'm not suffering as much as those practitioners in jail. I had saved about 2,000 Yuan during the past several years, and all of it was used for truth-clarifying materials to expose the evil and to stop the persecution. I mailed the materials to different government branches, including the police departments, academic institutions, "610 Offices"* and police, as well as to ordinary people. One day the Section Chief of the Political and Security Department came to the college, and asked the dean for my notebook in order to check my handwriting. The dean asked me whether I mailed the truth-clarifying materials to the police departments, and told me that they came to check me. I told the dean, "I want to tell them about the Fa so that they will stop doing things that bring damage to others as well as themselves." The dean was scared and said, "It can bring trouble." He took the notebook of another practitioner for the police to check the handwriting.

With my limited ability, I'm doing my best to validate the mighty power of the Fa.

April 18, 2003

Posting date: 4/28/2003
Original article date: 4/28/2003
Category: Fa-Rectification Stories
Translated on 4/22/2003
Chinese version available at http://www.minghui.org/mh/articles/2003/4/19/48662.html

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