PureInsight | April 30, 2016
[PureInsight.org] A fellow practitioner who I hadn’t seen in a while, asked me to share my experiences on truth clarification at tourist spots. As I began writing my sharing, I had to push through my negative thoughts. Suddenly, a whole new scene opened up before me and eventually I finished writing the article.
I am not responsible for truth clarification at tourist spots, but I hope by my writing these experiences, we can practice more diligently and improve our xinxing together.
A practitioner asked me what to say when persuading people to renounce the CCP. I gave her some examples without a template and she was so touched.
One touching story is about my husband's uncle, a veteran CCP member. I tried to clarify the truth while visiting him a few times but failed. Before I went abroad, I talked to him sincerely, “Uncle, I will be leaving and am not sure when we ill meet again. (He is almost 80-years-old). I haven’t taken care of you over so many years.” While shedding tears, I took his arm and shook him. I said, "Uncle, it is an act of filial piety to help you renounce the Party.” He said, “Okay." It was so simple! My husband hugged and thanked me for saving his uncle.
IN order to clarify the truth to my boss, I wore a Falun Dafa scarf to work. She was furious. "Are you practicing Falun Gong?" I said, “I am supporting your business.” She immediately said, "In fact, Falun Gong is very good." In just one sentence, I disintegrated the evil behind her and helped her renounce the CCP.
Another time, I met a man who continued working as I clarified the truth. He remained squatting and then said, "I can’t believe that.” I said very seriously, "Stand up! I do not ask for a single penny and yet tell you the truth at great risk. Why do I do it?" He stood up and listened attentively. He then renounced the CCP.
I have also persuaded 26 police officers to renounce the CCP, after they handcuffed me. More than 10 of us were handcuffed behind our backs and sent to Masanjia Forced Labor Camp. Two officers guarded each of us in the pouring rain. I was under pressure. However, I still clarified the truth to a police woman. She told me to keep quiet. I started to cry and began singing ‘Ode Shien’, because I couldn’t save her. I apologized to Master because I hadn’t practiced well. Then she turned around and said, “Don’t cry! Please help me resign!”
I went to see a brother who lived thousands of miles away. He had no moral standards and believed that money was everything. He was also a veteran CCP member. His wife was working in the resident’s committee and dealing with petitions and Falun Gong. He wouldn’t listen to anything I said and I knew that I could lose the opportunity to save him. I said sincerely, “You are my dear brother! I came all this way for you. Promise me that you will renounce the Party.” I sent righteous thoughts to eliminate the evil behind him. After a while, he agreed. I knew the evil Party he was attached to had disintegrated. His eyes became kind.
I have no pattern to helping people with the three withdrawals from CCP member. I didn’t know how or what I did, but just followed my instinct.
Coming to the United States
When I arrived in the U.S., I found it even harder to clarify the truth than in China. I thought that people in a free country would know the truth. One day, I went into a store with New Tang Dynasty Television information to try to solicit advertising. After just a few words, the lady said, “I don’t want anything from Falun Gong. I am a Communist Party member and receive some dollars each month.”
I told her that I didn’t want to talk to her about Falun Gong, because Chinese people didn’t understand and threw abuse at us. I said, “It doesn’t matter if you buy advertising or not. I just want to talk to you. The Party has killed millions of people but has been good to you. Do you really think this is the case? Is it really good?”
“There are one billion people in China and 80 percent are farmers who don’t have enough to eat; some ordinary people don’t even have a salary; some even commit suicide. Is that good?” I continued.
“Please quit now to show God you’re good,” I said. She then quit and thanked me.
There are a lot of stories like this; I use every opportunity to clarify the truth.
Since coming to the U.S., I have mainly put up posters and hang up fliers on door knobs and do it every day. I always clarify the truth to Chinese people.
Sometimes I could get five or six Chinese to quit altogether. With a few words, they agree to resign their memberships. Some ask to learn Falun Gong; others try to give me money for water, although I don’t accept it.
Cultivating Dafa Steadfastly
Everything I do is closely related to my cultivation—to saving lives and improving my xinxing to ascend in the Fa.
One day, a practitioner wanted us to return to work early after lunch. I said, “Saving people is so sacred. The reason why people buy tickets is because we have pure minds; otherwise the tickets won’t sell well, no matter how many flyers we post.” The practitioner agreed and said, “Let’s go save beings.” I realised that I hadn’t considered his feelings, but I had pointed out his problem in time, based on what was right. It helped me improve and Master arranged another opportunity to save beings.
One afternoon, a driver picked me up and took me to a place where there were three families. There, I met Chinese people and helped them quit the Communist Party.
I still went to the online platform to make phone calls to China. The platform is pure and I feel its cleansing effects.
Protesting the Persecution in Beijing
There are three stages to cultivation in my understanding. First, there’s personal cultivation. After July 20, 1999, many practitioners had gone to Beijing to petition. I hadn’t considered going as I hadn’t understood its importance on the basis of the Fa. Until one day, a story enlightened me. A small fish asked the big fish, “Mom, what is the ocean?” She replied, ‘We all live in the ocean.’”
I realized that Dafa has created our lives and we are living in the Fa. It is our responsibility to tell people the truth, since Falun Dafa is being persecuted today.
I decided to go to Beijing and was arrested. In the brainwashing center that I was put in, I received a transformation letter written by a previous practitioner from Masanjia Forced Labor Camp. Although not shaken in my belief, I was a little scared, as those practitioners had been very close to me.
On my way to Beijing back then, it had been already 9.00 pm when I had arrived at the train station. There were still lots of people and I couldn’t get a ticket to Beijing. At that moment, there was a person selling tickets. I thought that I could get off the train at any point wherever it was blocked by the police.
Master’s Fa in Zhuan Falun (Volume II) appeared in my mind as the train moved:
“Indeed, there are predestined ones who will, with their capacity to discern, come in steady succession, entering the Way and gaining the Fa. Knowing upright from evil, they will obtain the true scriptures, unburden their bodies, enrich their wisdom, fill their hearts, and sail smoothly aboard the Vessel of Fa. How marvellous! Diligent, sparing no effort, straight to Consummation they progress. "
My body was so light. At that moment, I felt as though I was sitting in the Fa boat and was so excited. I had been struggling to figure out where Master was since the persecution. At that moment, I felt that Master was at my side.
At a Beijing complaints office, I was given a form to fill in. I finished it quickly with the title “I am here for Falun Dafa” and handed it to them. They were very satisfied.
I felt myself change while exchanging stories with fellow practitioners; like an enlightened being waking up. My family members came back to practicing as well. My boss treated me better and increased my salary. They all said that I had become pretty.
I was imprisoned for six years, including two years at Masanjia Women's Forced Labor Camp and other detention centers, during the Fa-rectification period. I acquired a printer for printing truth clarification documents. Eventually, my dignity returned after helping people to quit the CCP and exposing the evil. Some practitioners said that I was terrific. Actually it didn’t mean that I was really cultivating. Let me tell the story of what happened afterwards.
Running into Problems
After coming to the U.S., I wanted a divorce and found another partner to depend on to manage the hard life, as I couldn’t speak English and my husband couldn’t come over. This brought problems and provoked lust. I was in accidents in two of my cars and it led to my downfall. I even nearly lost my life, but I recovered in three days. Two weeks later, I had to find part time work and help promote Shen Yun.
It was hard to talk about how I felt during that time. Faced with strange looks and rumors about me among practitioners, I could tell my level had hit rock bottom. My computer and cell phone had stopped working, two cars had been wrecked, and I felt that the sentient beings in my world had been destroyed.
Fortunately, Master gave me another opportunity to improve myself. In addition to putting up posters and hanging flyers on door knobs, I spent more time studying the Fa—practicing without speaking to anyone. The Fa was guiding me back to recovery, step by step.
We put up Shen Yun posters every day during the daytime. When we returned at 5pm, the coordinator asked us to collect signatures. Some practitioners joined me at the beginning, but two days later, I was the only one left doing it.
Since I didn’t have a car, I walked to the stores one by one, collecting signatures. Most people signed. At one store, a manager and eight staff lined up to sign. The last one was using crutches. I was so touched that my eyes watered; every being was selecting a good future. At a fast food chain, the manager signed and so did all of his customers, including a family of five. I returned home after two hours with lots of signatures and then studied the Fa.
I remembered Master said in Fa Teaching at the 2008 New York Conference, "Master affirms what Dafa disciples have done. As long as you are doing things out of a wish to validate the Fa and save sentient beings, I will affirm all that you do. And when you go do those things, there will be my Law Bodies or gods there to amplify it and make what you do yet more magnificent and extraordinary, and they will assist you."
Master encouraged me by showing me this. I will practice firmly on my own. I could also feel other practitioners’ attitudes change. I had a new understanding on Master’s Fa: “One sail is hoisted, one hundred million follow” (Self-Evident is the Heart, Hong Yin II). It is so important to improve myself.
Other practitioners’ perspectives on me changed, because I improved my xinxing. At Fa study, when it was hard to eliminate regret, Master’s Fa in Zhuan Falun came to me, “We need to always have a compassionate heart and calm mind.”
When it was hard to control thought karma, I tried to keep my thoughts in one place. I had to guard my xinxing.
I have gone through an extremely hard time over the last six months. There were 10 times more Shen Yun performances, compared to the previous four. I continued to improve in another dimension from both positive and negative comments, until Shen Yun was done.
My experience in a reformatory might explain my current situation. In 2001, I was illegally detained in the local reformatory. More than 200 female Falun Gong practitioners were there on different floors. To do their so-called "transforming", the reformatory brought over unstable practitioners from Masanjia reformatory to force practitioners here to write statements to give up their belief. After suffering 48 hours of brutal punishment, including beatings and brainwashing that forces one to believe that one has ‘gone astray’, many practitioners wrote statements.
Only about 10 practitioners were left not “transformed” and were kept on the 5th floor. A few were persecuted to death. The people being used for the ‘gone astray’ method called me downstairs; but I refused to listen, even when the police beat me. The police sent me back upstairs. I couldn’t sleep that evening and almost collapsed. Then I suddenly realized that I needed to let go of life and death. My body’s exhaustion disappeared after this thought emerged.
The next day, the guard brought us 10 practitioners together and those ‘gone astray’ people talked to us about their theories. One policeman was in the room and about half a dozen male guards were in the hallway. My mind was reeling and trembling. I stood up and refused to listen. The guards pushed me against the wall, but I stood up again, remembering Master’s words from “Beyond the Limits of Forbearance” in Essentials for Further Advancement II:
“If the evil has already reached the point where it is unsavable and unkeepable, then various measures at different levels can be used to stop it and eradicate it.”
I fell heavily against the wall a few times, and the guards pulled me up and beat me. One guard kicked my ankle bone, which was so painful. I told Master in my heart that I was not here for myself. Then they stopped and pulled me back to the room. Fellow practitioners told me that they knew that I was alright, because I had returned with a smile. The ‘gone astray’ people said, “Look, she wanted to destroy Dafa by committing suicide.” The guard then gave me a big piece of bread and smiling, said, “You may go to Tian Anmen. We won’t do anything to you.” I knew it was Master’s encouragement. I wanted to say, “Do not judge. Buddha pays more attention to your thoughts.”
Later, those ‘gone astray’ people no longer dared to talk in front of me.
A scene from another dimension came to my mind. There was a pit and in one step I crossed it. Others fell in and slowly climbed out.
Some had to listen to those ‘gone astray’ people every day. The rest—about half a dozen practitioners—were enclosed in another room that had newspapers pasted over the window. They were reciting the Fa. Occasionally, a guard opened the window and said with a smile, “Dafa disciples; Dafa disciples.”
I recalled that moment when someone later said that I had been destroyed, and yet others said that I was really great—contradictions on the same experience. To detach myself from all kinds of thoughts and rectify myself in the Fa in my own way, I had to study the Fa more to keep a foothold in the universe and to pass the test. In half a year, besides group Fa study, I also squeezed in an hour every day to study the Fa by myself.
I read all of Master’s lectures in half a year and memorized three chapters of Zhuan Falun, plus most poems and part of the lyrics in “Hong Yin”. I also exercised twice a day and felt my “dirty bottle” empty out. Within half a year, it became magnificent in different layers of space. However, I feel that my being has only changed a little bit. Some practitioners feel my changes. I continued door to door promotion every day.
Becoming Steadier in the Fa
The old forces made me fall badly. However, it was turned into a good thing, because I became steadier in the Fa. The traffic accident left a scar on my face, which I thought of as a stain in my cultivation. I had to see it every day and used it to cultivate myself without relaxing, until one day, it disappeared.
I knew that the beings in my world had revived; my cell phone and laptop started to work again.
Life has been very long, but Dafa only cares about a beings’ current attitude to the Fa rectification. By continuing Fa study, my attachments were exposed, and layers of attachments were peeled away like the skin of an onion. They felt so alive and tangible.
All my bad thoughts came from my attachments. I tried my best to separate them from myself and eliminate them, but sometimes failed. Even memorizing the Fa didn’t work. So I just left it alone for the moment.
Since I had a good side with divine powers from Master, I sent righteous thoughts to stop the persecution in mainland China and disintegrate all evil interference to Shen Yun performances. I sent righteous thoughts targeting these two points. Within 10 seconds, I felt that a bad being in my chest had been eliminated.
I asked fellow practitioners what to do next. Previously, I daren’t say anything.
Master said in Teaching the Fa in Canada, 2006:
“The mistakes that beings made in history are not counted against them. No matter how large of a crime you committed or mistake you made in history, none of it is held against you: Only your attitude towards Fa-rectification today and your understanding of Dafa matter. That's the only thing that counts.”
I practiced this principle of the Fa. Fellow practitioners said that I had changed. Some felt that my state was so upright, just by memorizing the Fa. For me, it was a battle, because I would be swallowed up if I relaxed even a little.
Letting Go of Bad Thoughts
Now I can drive again, without having the shadow of the car accident hanging over me. A fellow practitioner said through tears, “I can feel that you marched onward on a muddy road to return with traces of light. Master was waiting for you.” I said, “You’re right. Now I still have a few attachments to be ashamed of. But they were mostly eliminated when I saw Master.”
In Masanjia Forced Labour Camp, I exposed every evil deed they did to me on the Minghui website. The evil policeman said, “This is evidence that you are against the Party and government.” I said, “This is evidence that you persecute Dafa disciples.” They were scared and didn’t speak anymore.
I didn’t write for 10 days, even though they told me to write whatever I wanted. They were afraid.
In the United States, I expose all my bad thoughts. In a big group sharing, a fellow practitioner said, “You are so great. Everybody has such bad sides without telling anyone.”
Actually, the bad side will be disintegrated when you talk about it, because it doesn’t belong to you.
Now I try to cultivate myself every minute, without missing a bad thought. I would grab it and eliminate it.
Cultivation is the fundamental guarantee in saving sentient beings, because only by purging oneself can one become stronger and melt beings’ notions and save them.
There are endless stories every day. Every Dafa disciple’s experiences are solemn.
Fellow practitioners, don’t be lax. There is a fixed standard for cultivation. What title can I use for this sharing? “Awakening”—it means that enlightened beings wake up.
Thank you Master!
Thank you fellow practitioners!
Translated from: http://www.zhengjian.org/node/151080