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In Memory of Dafa Practitioner Liu Chengjun, Whose Magnificent and Righteous Demeanor will Remain Forever
By a Dafa practitioner in Jilin Province
January 13, 2004
(Clearwisdom.net) Liu Chengjun passed away after being brutally tortured by
Jiang's regime for one year and nine months. I was shocked upon hearing this
tragedy, and tears rolled uncontrollably down my face. Chengjun passed away; his
righteous belief in Dafa and his compassion for sentient beings marked his short
but magnificent life.
I am not a good writer. After being targeted for persecution, I have been
homeless for a long time. But the time I spent with Chengjun created scenes that
continuously flash into my mind, like a movie. Therefore I decided to pick up my
pen and write about his simple yet magnificent experiences in Fa rectification.
I met Chengjun in June of 2001. At that time he had just broken free from a
forced labor camp. After he left, the people there were afraid of having to be
responsible for his escape, so they did not risk trying to track him down. We
had just established a Dafa materials production site and there were many things
that we weren't familiar with. We ran into many problems and often had trouble
with the equipment. There were also several conflicts among practitioners. Not
only that, many practitioners did not know to look inward and often held on to
their own ideas. We also encountered trouble trying to find suitable
practitioners to produce materials. Then Chengjun came. After he arrived, our
Dafa materials production site began to operate smoothly, and we quickly made
adjustments among the workers. Chengjun and I were in charge of printing the
materials and thus began our validating the Fa together.
After Chengjun arrived, the machines operated very well under his hands. He
was able to fix the small breakdowns because his righteous thoughts were very
strong and his mindset was very pure. During the process of making materials, he
showed steadfast belief in Dafa and was very calm and careful when doing Dafa
work. His actions touched me deeply. In the beginning, because of my own fear
and numerous deviated notions, my mind became uneasy as soon as I stepped into
the materials production site. However, I would feel extremely calm whenever
Chengjun was around. When I was with him I always felt a force urging me to
improve. As I got to know him better, I saw my disparity when comparing my every
word and deed to his. Why could he do everything so well? In fact, the
difference originates from one word: "belief." My belief was only on the surface
and not originating from the fundamental; yet his belief originated from the
microscopic particles of his life.
From associating with him, we learned of some of his experiences of
validating Dafa in the forced labor camp, and we all thought he was incredible.
Once I asked him, "Chengjun, when you were in the forced labor camp, you refused
to obey the orders of the police, never surrendered when they beat you, and even
came to the aid of fellow practitioners when they were being punished and
beaten. Have you ever thought that you might get tortured even more severely?"
He said, "I knew that we were simply being good people. We have been wronged,
and so I walk nobly and do things in an upright way. I conduct myself according
to the standards of the Fa, and follow Teacher's words. I did nothing wrong, so
I refused to listen to their commands. I did not think about what they might do
to me."
Unlike today, where Dafa materials production sites are everywhere, there was
then a limited number of sites. Even though we used a multi-function machine,
the amount of materials we needed was very great; we were therefore extremely
busy each day and almost never had breaks. But no matter how busy he was,
Chengjun never omitted studying the Fa or doing the exercises. He strictly
governed himself, and always found time to study the Fa every day. Each day
after work he studied the Fa until midnight, and arose around 3 or 4 o'clock in
the morning to do the exercises, cleaned his room, ate some breakfast and began
another day of Fa-rectification work. Chengjun lived very simply; he only ate
enough to sustain his body. No one ever heard him say what tasted good or what
tasted bad. It seemed that this mentality had never registered in his mind.
Once, after we had just finished moving and did not have time to bring eating
utensils with us, he washed a plastic bucket and made instant noodles using tap
water. He was satisfied with just that.
In Chengjun's mind, all the time remaining for us is for following the three
requirements set by Teacher: study the Fa, send righteous thoughts, and clarify
the truth. Chengjun never forgot his sacred mission of saving sentient beings.
One time when we were coming back from Nong'an County, he put a lot of truth
clarification materials into envelopes and handed them out to people on the
train. He seized every opportunity to offer salvation to sentient beings. One
day in winter he hauled a backpack filled with bright red paint in the piercing
cold wind. It was minus 30 degrees outside and he walked through lanes and
streets spraying "Falun Dafa is good!" on the walls of buildings. [Note:
Without access to any typical means of communication such as newspapers,
magazines, TV, or radio, Falun Gong practitioners in China have resorted to many
creative and sometimes unusual methods for raising awareness among Chinese
people about the persecution.] There he met a young man who looked on
quietly as he sprayed the words on the wall. When he was done, Chengjun kindly
told the young man, "Please remember Falun Dafa is good." The young man accepted
his words with pleasure. But there were also those that did not understand the
truth and screamed and shouted at him. Chengjun sent forth righteous thoughts
while he wrote, ignoring all the evil interference around him. By the time he
returned home, the hand that sprayed the paint was so frozen that he was unable
to control it anymore.
One day a fellow practitioner learned that police were coming to inspect
temporary lodgings. The two practitioners who shared a house with him suggested
going into hiding for a while, but Chengjun was not moved by it. He shared his
understanding with the fellow practitioners, " If our minds are not swayed, no
one can move them." So he stayed in the house. It turned out that the two
practitioners who went out to read on the lawn met the police and had
difficulties, but Chengjun was unscathed. It was Chengjun's steadfast belief in
Dafa and his solid foundation in studying the Fa that guided him through these
tribulations.
In 2001, before the October 1st Chinese Independence Day, Chengjun
realized that he should go to Tiananmen Square to validate Dafa. On September 28th,
2001 he collected his belongings, put on the pair of light shoes I had given him
and caught a train to Beijing to validate Dafa. Chengjun left, a healthy and
energetic young man, and returned 20 some days later as a weathered old man with
a beard all over his face who swayed as he walked. All of us could see that he
had been through a lot of troubles. At our request, he told us of his trip to
Beijing and his encounter when validating Dafa.
When Chengjun arrived at Tiananmen Square he opened a banner and ran,
circling around the square, while shouting, "Falun Dafa is good!" At this point
a police vehicle pulled over; several police officers dragged him into the
vehicle and took him to a detention center. Once he stepped into the detention
center, he immediately made it known to the criminals, " I'm a good person. I
practice Falun Gong, and you may not touch me!" With this strong righteous
thought, those criminals did not dare to touch him. In the detention center he
studied the Fa and did the exercises. Because he refused to give his name or
address, he was then sent to the notorious Beijing Public Security Hospital.
There he went on a hunger strike and refused to drink even water. Seeing
this, the police took all his clothes off, threw him on the concrete floor of
the bathroom and poured cold water on him. Later they shocked Chengjun with
electric batons, carried him to a bed and cuffed his limbs to the four corners
of a bed. They tried to give him injections by force. Chengjun thought, "As long
as I can still move my hands I will not let them succeed." The needle never went
in. He grew very weak from the over 20 days of the hunger strike, in addition to
being cruelly tortured by the police. He felt like his life was at its end.
Right then he thought of our revered Teacher and of the thousands of people who
have been deceived by the evildoers' lies. He cried out, "I have to walk out of
here alive. I still need to offer a way to salvation to those sentient beings
and validate Dafa!" He was unconditionally released the day after this strong
righteous thought had formed. His clothes and new shoes had disappeared in the
detention center, so he put on a deceased prisoner's clothes and a pair of
ill-fitting leather shoes and began his journey home. After listening to his
story, we all wept.
This is what I know about Chengjun. Although he has left us now, his voice
and image still last and his courageous spirit remains. Chengjun lived
forthrightly and passed away nobly. His magnificent and righteous demeanor will
remain forever! |