By a Dafa practitioner in Liaoning Province

(Clearwisdom.net) I am a new Dafa practitioner who obtained the Fa in 2002. Before I began the practice of Falun Dafa, my relationship with my husband was not good. After he had been drinking, my husband often beat and cursed me. I had tried to divorce him many times but didn't succeed. I then started smoking, drinking and playing mahjong. In August 2002 I read the book Zhuan Falun. The very next day I stopped smoking, after I had smoked for seven years. At about the same time, I abandoned all my other bad habits. It was Master's compassion and His looking after me that made me change, and thus I started on my cultivation path.

Because I am new in Dafa cultivation, I did not understand some of the Fa principles. Not long after I began the practice I had to face a tribulation. My husband irrationally drank, beat and cursed me. At that time my only thought was, "I am a practitioner, so I must tolerate and forbear." I tolerated it again and again. I didn't search inward more deeply, and he got worse and worse. For over six years he didn't work. He could not pay off a 15-year debt. Every day he drank, beat me and cursed me. He also asked for a divorce many times. Because I had obtained the Fa, I didn't agree to a divorce.

In June of this year, as I was practicing the exercises, my husband came home drunk and started to slander Dafa and violently beat me. Afterwards, he asked for a divorce again. This time I agreed and started the divorce proceedings myself. I wanted to follow the customary way to solve the issue of divorce, so I rented an apartment and moved out. My husband put all the blame for our divorce on my practicing Falun Gong.

On June 23, my husband came to my apartment after he had been drinking. Even though his attitude was rude, he actually came to try to restore our relationship. At that time, I didn't use the tolerance of a cultivator to give him a chance. He got very angry and said he wanted to kill me. When he started to search for things to beat me with, I went to the police station to report his abusive behavior and told them that I practice Falun Gong. Officers from the police station came to my apartment, shouted at my husband and told him to leave, and illegally confiscated all my Dafa books, truth clarifying materials and the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party.

When they took me to the police station, I clarified the truth to them. When I told them of the evil persecution in the Masanjia Forced Labor Camp, police officer Zhang held both of my wrists, swung me from chair to chair, and said, "Today I will try to persecute you." But everyone else there could hear what he said. One of them looked kind and chatted with me for a long time. When I talked about the evilness of the CCP he raised his thumb to support my statement from the bottom of his heart. He read through the fourth, fifth, and sixth commentaries of the Nine Commentaries in a short time during the interrogation. Because there were other people in the room he had to put them down. He also asked, "How come I could not access the Minghui (Chinese version of Clearwisdom) website?"

The police station also summoned my husband. They asked him who else I had contacted and if I had produced the truth clarification materials. When they asked me if I would continue to practice Falun Gong, I said, "Yes." Officer Zhang said, "Let's see what you'll encounter if you want to continue to practice!" In the car he even said, "Today I am going to send you to another place."

They sent me to a detention center. The next day, two people came to interrogate me. One young man said, "How come I didn't know about the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party before?" I said, "It is a blessing for you that we met today and you have the chance to know about the Nine Commentaries. I think you are a knowledgeable person. You can get on the Internet, go to the Dajiyuan website, and take a look! It's more comprehensive and vivid than what I have said." The young man said, "I have committed many wrongdoings against Falun Gong in the past. Dozens, maybe even hundreds of Falun Gong practitioners I have encountered helped me changed my opinion. Today I met you and I can further understand Falun Gong." They left without writing a single word on the paper they had prepared.

That night when I went to use the toilet, I managed to walk out of the cell, but they saw me, took me back, and brutally beat me. They said, "You wanted to escape? Can you succeed? If you say, 'Falun Dafa is NOT good' we will let you go home." I then started to tell them that Dafa is good and how I have personally benefited. But they didn't allow me to continue.

I was held in the detention center for 15 days. Every day I practiced the Falun Gong exercises. I talked to the prisoners and the prison guards about the truth and about the Nine Commentaries. Thirteen people renounced the CCP, the Youth League, and/or the Young Pioneers.

After 15 days, personnel from the local police station sent me to a detention center. When they ordered me to recite the prison regulation, I refused. When they told me to wear the prison uniform, I didn't obey them. When they said I had to have my photo taken, I didn't obey their request. I told them that I was not a prisoner. They urged the other prisoners to put the uniform on me and handcuff my hands behind my back. During dinnertime I successfully took off the handcuffs and removed the prison uniform. I put the handcuffs and the prison uniform together. The other prisoners hurried to tell the prison guards, who then took me to another room and pushed me down on a chair. This time they put tape around the handcuffs before putting them on me again. I yelled out loudly, "Falun Dafa is good!" I yelled as I struggled. They tried very hard to put the handcuffs on me. The handcuffs were very tight. I was practically unable to move my hands at all. My palms were facing outward, and my arms were twisted behind my back. This kind of torture was exceedingly cruel. At night I could not lie down to sleep, so I had to sit up. The pain made every second seem like an eternity. I told the prisoners next to me, "I know why some practitioners became mentally traumatized from torture. This kind of brutal punishment can make people become paralyzed and crazy." My whole body curled up, and I put one leg against my chest. After a few minutes, I changed to the other one. When the pain was unbearable I recalled what Master mentioned in Zhuan Falun,

"When it's hard to endure, try to endure it. When it seems impossible to do, or just hard to do, give it a try and see just what you can do. And when you can really do it, just like that worn and weary traveler, you'll see, 'the shade of willows, the blooms of flowers, a place to rest my head'!"

On the third night, I suddenly realized that my arms had lost feeling. Although my arms and hands were twisted behind my body, I felt as though I was overlapping my palms in front of my abdomen just as in the exercises. I realized that Master was helping me!

On the fourth day, female prisoners had to help me use the toilet and comb my hair because I was wearing the handcuffs. I couldn't bear to bother other people, so I told the prison guard to remove the handcuffs. He asked, "Why?" When I said I didn't want to bother other people, he replied, "We don't care what you are concerned about. When you are here, you must obey the rules." I told them I could not sit on the boards as punishment.

That night I didn't send forth righteous thoughts. The next morning prison guard Wang Shixue asked, "Why didn't you practice last night?" Then he started to slander Master. I could not tolerate that, so I burst out, "You are distorting the facts." He started to abuse me verbally when he heard this and then punched my forehead. He said, "This is what you said about the evil police." (When exposing the evilness in the local region, I had written in a truth-clarification pamphlet how this person had persecuted and beat practitioners) Right then, all the prisoners told me to admit that I was wrong, but I didn't.

I endured abuse from Wang Shixue. He twisted my arm around, lifted me upward, and kicked me to the ground. My head and face hit the floor and got scraped. He lifted me up and tried to force me to put on the prison uniform. He put it on me and I took it off. He took off his shoes and hit me on both my wrists. Then he put another set of handcuffs on. A female prison guard also twisted my arm. At night they opened the handcuffs. When I practiced the exercises in the morning, Guard Wei said, " Don't practice! If you practice I will handcuff you again!" I ignored him and continued to practice. He came in, handcuffed one of my hands to the door and said, "If you practice I will cuff the other hand, too." So I wore one handcuff and sent forth righteous thoughts.

When I told them of the true nature of the evil CCP, they got upset. They hit my face with a fly swatter. They also slapped my face several times and ordered the female prisoners in the same room to punch and kick me. One female prisoner, who had been sentenced to death, pinched my thigh ruthlessly. It was so extremely painful that I could barely walk for several days. They even tied the prison uniform on my back and pulled my clothes to push me around. When they ordered me to fold my legs, I didn't. Then they sat on my legs, one person on each side. The prison guards even brought in the notes that slandered Master and Dafa and ordered the prisoners to take turns reading them to me.

To protest their abuse, I started a hunger strike. They ordered one person from the hospital and four prisoners to force-feed me. I sent forth righteous thoughts, reciting Master's poem,

"Live with no pursuit,

Die not caring about staying;

Clear out all wild thoughts,

Cultivating to a Buddha is not hard."

("Nonexistence" from Hong Yin, translation version B)

When the force-feeding tube was removed and thrown on the floor there was blood on it. One prison guard asked, "Where did the blood come from?" Nobody dared to answer. They were afraid to take responsibility and all of them hurried away. I leaned against the wall and clarified the truth to four prisoners. When I returned to the prison cell, someone told me, "This time you must practice the exercises. There was a supervisor from outside who said, 'This time, if she doesn't practice, we will beat her. She MUST practice the exercises.'" The next morning I practiced as usual. I heard a female prisoner said, "Did you see? I am completely convinced."

On July 19, a prison guard took me out of the cell and said he was to take me "home." When I left I said to the prisoners in the cell, "I don't hate you. Remember, when there is a chance, please renounce the evil organization." I told the female prison guard, "I don't hate you! Remember, get on the Dajiyuan website and read carefully."

When I got outside they put handcuffs and shackles on me. I asked, "Where are you taking me?" They said, "Masanjia." I said, "I don't want to go." They pushed me into a car. I shouted, "Falun Dafa is good!" all the way there. Three people were in the car: Wang from the Legal Administration Section, a female prison guard, and the driver. Wang hit me on my face, and blood ran down from my nose. I didn't care. I was not intimidated and continued to shout, "Falun Dafa is good!" The car went on for some distance. Then they stopped the car and they taped over my mouth with medical tape. I continued to shout, and the tape didn't work after a little while. We continued for some time and they brought wider tape, which they wound around my head and hair several times to tape my mouth shut, but I still yelled. They said, "If you have the ability, yell all the way to Masanjia." I continued to shout and they sweated. Wang said this "made his heart tremble."

The driver was also scared and asked if he had driven past the destination. Checking carefully, they realized they had not driven past their destination. When we passed the tollbooth they told me to yell out. I continued to shout, even with very low energy, "Falun Dafa is good!" Wang said casually, "Good, good, good." The female guard was afraid that my physical condition was not good enough and that Masanjia would not accept me. Wang said, "It's nothing. If it's not possible, there is a person called Wang Wei who will place her. I will try to talk to Wang Wei." They wanted to send me into Masanjia, even if they had to go "through the back door." Nevertheless, I knew that whatever they said did not count.

When the car arrived at the Masanjia hospital, the female prison guard opened my handcuffs. I wanted to tear the tape off my head, but she didn't permit this and tried to negotiate with me, "Would you please not yell any more? If you don't yell, I will remove the tape for you." I didn't agree with her. She said, "No, I have to put this on you."

When we entered the hospital I was in handcuffs and shackles, and my mouth and hair were taped. Everyone noticed this. The female guard said, "She yelled all the way. She yelled a few hours of 'Falun Dafa is good.'" The doctor asked why there was blood coming out of my nose. Wang said, "She hit herself." I said in a very weak voice, "It's because he hit me." The female guard said, "I don't think the labor camp will accept her in her current situation." For the urine test, Wang explained that I had been on a hunger strike for several days and that I probably could not supply a urine sample. I said, "I can supply one." The urine test indicated an abnormal ketone level of four plus. The hospital needed to wait for the head of the labor camp to arrive and make the final decision. Later, someone came and said, "We can't accept her."

So I thus returned from Masanjia to the police station where all my relatives were waiting for me. They helped me out, posted bail, and signed my release documents, awaiting a later investigation. I was unconditionally released.

On the return trip from Masanjia they told me to eat, but I didn't eat anything. I thought, "I'll go home and eat. I don't want to eat your food." I didn't know if they had any ulterior motive because they asked me several times to eat. Wang from the Political and Legal Section said, "Now I am really convinced that you are very capable."

My success in breaking through the tribulation this time was a direct result of Dafa practitioners' help. They had learned about my situation and sent forth righteous thoughts together. Nine practitioners sent forth righteous thoughts outside of the walls of the detention center in close proximity. Here, I would like to thank all practitioners and thank Master for His boundless, compassionate salvation.

August 3, 2005