PureInsight | September 3, 2001
I had written countless letters to the Chinese government asking them to restore the reputation of Dafa and of Master. But I never got any response. Having no alternative, I decided to travel to Beijing by myself to see Jiang Zemin. I had to overcome countless difficulties in Beijing. Because the Chinese police were arresting Falun Gong practitioners everywhere, traveling and finding a place to stay in China was very difficult. I could not believe my eyes when I saw the room I had rented. It was a windowless basement room of only three square meters with a thick layer of dust covering everything. Even the blanket was dirty and blackish. Besides the small dirty bed, there was hardly any room left for standing; there was no shower and the bathroom was so filthy one could barely look at it. Not only that, but after taking my money, the hotel owner asked me to sign the receipt and claim the room was only for storage. After traveling for a few days and nights, blood blisters had appeared on my feet. I had been cheated out of most of my money; I had only two Yuan (Chinese currency) left. I knew I had to keep that. That would be the bus fare to Tiananmen the next day. I starved since I did not have any money for a meal. As I stared at the room, I felt truly miserable. Tears were brimming in my eyes. Suddenly, I saw a big “Ren” (Forbearance) character written in brush pen on the back of the door. The benevolent master had given me one more hint. Then I remembered the promise I had made: “I am willing to endure all the suffering and bitterness in the human world.' When I looked at the “Ren” character again, a golden “Ren” appeared in another dimension. I became more and more delighted when I looked at it, and the unbearable dirtiness of the room did not bother me any more. That night, I heard mice moving around in the hotel. In my childhood, the only thing I was afraid of was a mouse. Many tests came during this time. When I looked at the mouse droppings next to the pillow or on the bed, I thought, I have not even gone to Tiananmen yet. There have already been so many tribulations. This is really not easy.
I went to China just to say, “Falun Dafa is good”. But Jiang Zemin detained me for eight months and in four different prisons. The first time I was arrested I was in Tiananmen Square watching the national flag raising ceremony. I was badly beaten; blood ran down from my head.
The second time I was arrested I was practicing the exercises in a park in Beijing. The police beat me brutally because of that. They did not stop until they were exhausted. My face was swollen so badly people could not even recognize me. They also threatened me with an electric baton, but my heart was unmoved by that. I asked them calmly: “What's the point in building the park if you don't allow people to do exercises there?” They were speechless and couldn't give me a reason. They put me in a room. That night, I jumped out of a third floor window. Before I jumped, when I stood at the window, my heart was shaking. I remembered I still needed to go to many places to share experiences with Chinese practitioners and tell them about the situation of safeguarding the Fa outside of China. I had also planned to go to Tiananmen with many other practitioners to validate Dafa on Chinese New Year’s Eve. I told myself there was nothing to be afraid of. Since I had come to attain the Fa with a brave heart and mindset in the first place, I should be able to jump down on this day with a brave heart and mindset. It was late at night and very quiet; when the policeman heard the footsteps, he came to check. He could not see me, however, although I was standing right next to him. I walked away under his eyes and he did not see me; I felt I had gone through another dimension. A taxi came just as I arrived at the entrance gate. It seemed that it came just for me. I had successfully walked away from the hands of a demon with Master’s spiritual help.
The third time was on New Year’s Eve. My husband and I were having a New Year’s Eve dinner in a restaurant in Beijing. Without warning, five sedans arrived and more than ten plainclothes police came in. They forced us onto the cars without any legal procedure. They kept us with capital criminals. I calmly told the police: “You have slandered my benevolent, great Master. How can I stay home and not do anything? What is wrong with practicing the exercises and being a good person? Where is justice?” Life in the prison was dark, very bitter, and can hardly be described. But when I thought about the fact that I could speak out for Dafa when Dafa has been slandered in the human world, I felt it was worth it. At that moment, I saw a golden lotus flying towards me in the sky. Master, thank you for your benevolence.
Because I had peacefully appealed in front of the Chinese embassy (in Australia), exposed Jiang Zemin's criminal conduct, and let people know about the Chinese government's criminal persecution of Falun Gong, Jiang Zemin was very angry at me and personally gave the order to imprison me for one year. For many long and slow nights, I was detained in a dark damp room. They did not allow me to go out to breathe the fresh air. The skin all over my body became rotten. I also suffered various kinds of tortures. I was beaten, cursed, and physically abused. In addition, two months of hunger striking had left me nearly unconscious most of the time; I had a high temperature, and my whole body twitched constantly. One night, a cruel prison guard dared to flash the flashlight on my face when I was asleep in the middle of the night. Suddenly, lights came out from my head and pushed him back two meters. He was shocked. When he tried to approach me again, he could not even get close to me. As a government police officer, how could he have done something so mean and rude? I saw that his body in the other dimension had already become a skeleton.
They used many kinds of nastiness, yet they still could not change my indestructible faith and true heart towards Dafa. They put me into a male cell. After the Australian consul intervened, the police sent me back to a female cell. They ordered me not to practice the exercises. Consequently, I practiced the exercises more diligently. I also wrote words on my clothes to spread Dafa. When the police saw that, they were so upset that their eyes almost fell out. Furious, they forcefully took away my clothes and the pen. Another prisoner gave me some black clothes. I used toothpaste to write: 'Falun Dafa is good. Cultivating Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance, my head can be lost and my blood can be shed, but I will not give up Dafa.' When the police saw this, they put me into the male prison cell again. A person with dementia slept next to me. She did not know when she needed to urinate and defecate, and always had discharge on her body. Whenever I opened my eyes, I saw her stool. It was like this every day, twenty-four hours a day. My detention seemed endless while everyone else was released, one after the other. I hoped I could leave that hell-like life soon. I requested to see the head of the prison to ask him to let me go home soon. One day, he came. When I asked him when they would release me, he answered with a sinister smile: 'Prison is for reforming people. You have only two paths to choose. Either you give up practicing Falun Gong, or you will stay here forever.' I said: 'Good. I would rather die in the prison because I will not give up practicing Falun Gong.' He said that I was, 'Hitting the stone with the egg'. I said: 'As to who is the egg and who is the stone, let's wait and see. The whole universe belongs to my Master.' Then I started meditating. Suddenly I felt very strongly the energy potency rapidly growing up in a spiral shape outside of my body, faster than a spaceship. My body became very tall, gigantic, and extremely beautiful. Master told me: 'If you haven't reached consummation now, you will reach consummation later.' Tears poured down my face. Master, you have given your disciple so much, so much. 'Cultivating depends on oneself, the energy potency is up to Master.' For just one right mind, I have gained so much. Master, thank you again for your benevolence. When I was in the prison, I often saw Master bringing a golden lotus in his hands to give to me. I felt ashamed for this. I was determined that I would safeguard the Fa more steadfastly, take each of the final steps well, and not fail to live up to Master's expectations.
I kept master's words in my mind: 'When one's heart is unmoved, he can command everything.' No matter how I was tortured, I still persisted in practicing the exercises and recited the Fa everyday. No prison guard could prevent me, and so they asked the other prisoners to do it. Both soft and hard, they used many methods to torture me. I always endured these with great compassion and tolerance, and I never became upset. At these times, in another dimension, my body emitted countless Faluns to clean and rectify the environment. Everyone was amazed and moved because they experienced the majesty of a Dafa disciple. At the end, the evil beings were afraid of me when they saw me; I handled all the police officers and defeated their evil.
Whenever my human heart arose, whenever I felt bitter, unbearably miserable, missing my daughter, or missing my home, I saw, in another dimension, Jiang Zemin laughing loudly. Whenever I overcame my human heart’s feelings, in the other dimension the evil beings’ faces were crazily furious.
But it was difficult to pass every minute of the hell-like life in the prison. I eagerly waited to go home, and I missed my daughter very much. Because I was attached to going home, demons started to interfere. Every day, the TV programs constantly showed the song 'Go home for a visit'; even the other prisoners sang that song all the time. One day after I practiced the exercises, right after I lay down, my body levitated and asked me where I wanted to go. I answered spontaneously: 'Go home for a visit.' I actually went home; turned on the light, and talked to my husband. (Later, after I was released, my husband told me that there was one day when the light in my room suddenly turned on by itself. I told him the story.) After my main consciousness returned, I immediately realized I was wrong. After that, I gave up on the idea of going home. I started to discipline myself strictly with the high xinxing standard of a cultivator, facing and enduring the huge tribulations. Each time when I saw a boundless ocean in my celestial eye, I remembered Master's words: 'The boat to sail the boundless Dafa rides on hardships'. Therefore, I disciplined myself more strictly. I cleaned the bathroom every day and tried to be considerate of other people in every respect. Once, there was a prisoner who did not have a blanket; she was frozen and faint. I gave her mine and froze myself instead; I sat next to her, and did not sleep. When the prisoners saw this, they were moved to tears. They said, “We did not know Falun Dafa was so good. Jiang Zemin was lying to us. He has deceived the common citizens. When we get out, we will look for the opportunity to read Zhuan Falun too.”
Although the skin all over my body became rotten, and I endured all kinds of sufferings and torture, my firm determination and belief in Dafa did not change, and there was no selfishness in it. When the police and the prisoners saw this, they were shaken and very moved. They begged me with tears not to practice anymore, but to practice after being released. The police also told me: 'We will let you go home if you stop practicing. After you go home, you can practice however you want.' I calmly told them: 'I have given up a comfortable life overseas and risked my life to come to China to validate the greatness of Dafa. I wanted to let you and other people know the greatness of Dafa, and the greatness of my master.' All the prisoners cried. One of them who was educated wrote a letter to my husband after she was released, asking him to rescue me immediately. In the letter she wrote: 'When I saw her miserable situation, my heart hurt just like it was being cut with a knife. Any Chinese person with a conscience, any sympathy, and a righteous mind will cry for the unfairness and will feel greatly affected. However, in China, under the rule of the Communist Party, there is no democracy, no freedom, and no human rights. As an ordinary citizen, we can only hold our anger but do not dare to speak out. This is the only way I can ask help for Ms. Zhang. Mr. Zhou, when you receive this letter, would you please try all means to rescue your wife from the prison as soon as possible. I am afraid that if you are delayed, Ms. Zhang may die from torture. Extremely urgent!'
Thanks to this kind person's help, my husband and fellow practitioners exposed to the Australian media and government the truth of China's violation of human rights and inhumane persecution of an Australian citizen. With the help of Australian congressional representatives, I finally regained my freedom.
Each time the police forced me onto a flight, people would come and surround us. The police tried to push them away and did not allow them to watch. I told people, 'I have done nothing wrong; this is only because I practice Falun Gong.' I have decided that I must make the truth about my experience of being persecuted available to the people of this time. The prison guards were very afraid when I wrote articles exposing their evil deeds. They searched everyone in the cells and took away all the pens. They also monitored me twenty-four hours a day over the closed circuit TV. They found, however, that they still could not keep me from writing. Whenever I needed a pen, either a pen would drop from above or one would appear on the ground out of nowhere. Once I got the pen, I employed different methods to spread Dafa right away: I wrote words on my arms and on my clothes to tell the police and the other prisoners the truth of Falun Dafa. Even so, they still did not want to let me do that, and they took pens away from me every time. They also asked the other prisoners to take two hours shifts in rotation, sitting next to me to watch me. But how can men watch God? Even in this extremely stringent situation, I managed to write down the words from my heart on my only T-shirt:
In order to say just one fair sentence --
'Falun Dafa is the righteous way',
In order to gain back justice, I spent eight months in the jails,
I went through all types of ordeals.
For justice, I would rather have my head cut off or shed my own blood.
The prison can witness my pure heart and my determination.
The Chinese government persecutes Falun Gong;
Its criminal acts will be known for thousands of years.
When I was released, the prison guards maliciously took off all my clothes to search me. But the five or six of them did not discover the words on my T-shirt. At the airport in Guangzhou, I took off my jacket to expose my T-shirt. All the people in the airport came over to read my experiences as written on my T-shirt, and take photos. The police stood next to me and could not do anything about it. The scene was magnificent.
Master, thank you very much for providing me such a harsh environment to cultivate and strengthen me. This is extremely precious. It provided me the opportunity to be examined in all aspects without missing in the extremely difficult tribulations. Master, thank you for your great benevolence. Thank you, you have given us the best thing in the universe.
I appreciate the help from fellow practitioners; you have helped me to go to more than ten countries and over forty cities, to expose the evil brutality of Jiang Zemin's regime. Television stations, radio stations, and major newspapers in over forty cities in more than ten countries have all reported about the truth of China’s persecution of Falun Gong and let so many people with predestined relationships learn the truth. More than sixty Australian congressional representatives, the Foreign Relations Department, and the Premier's Office have all written letters to condemn Jiang Zemin's devilish conduct.
In China, Dafa disciples are using their lives to safeguard the Fa every day. I felt obligated to try my best to clarify the truth to the people, and to let more people with a predestined relationship learn about Falun Gong. I will continue my worldwide painting exhibit and sale in the effort to clarify the truth to people. I will visit country after country, city after city, and use my heart to awaken the world’s people. I will use my heart to call upon all the media and governments so as to have the world's attention: SOS, urgently rescue Falun Dafa disciples in China.
August 5, 2001
Translated from part 2 of
http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2001/8/10/11259.html
