Experiences In Practicing Great Law of Falun Dafa

(Shared at 2001 Western U.S. Conference) My Name is Feng Xiaomei. I am a Chinese Australian. I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. On July 22, 1999, the Chinese government banned Falun Dafa practice. Laws were enacted afterwards to enforce the crackdown. Later the government media addressed Falun Dafa practice as a XX [slanderous words against Dafa respectfully omitted]. I visited China several times with compassion to peacefully convey to the Chinese government the truth about Falun Dafa. But, on several occasions, I was illegally detained by the government of Jiang Zemin, interrogated, and finally sentenced to eight months (from March 5 to November 4, 2000) in prison without any judicial procedures. During the eight months, due to the pressure passed from Jiang Zemin through authorities in various levels following his order, the police never ceased to torture me for a day. For example, when I sat in silent meditation in the detention center, the inmates were ordered to disturb my meditation. They abused me verbally and pushed me around. I did not react. Seeing their intimidation to no avail, they put a towel around my neck and pulled it backwards and upwards forcefully as if to hang me. At that moment my vision blurred and I could hardly breathe. I almost fainted. They noticed my tongue was forced out and my neck nearly bled, yet I was still in my meditation position. They carried me to a very wet area of the concrete floor. I was in my menstrual period at that time. In spite of that, they stripped me off and gave me a cold shower. One day, I was sent back to the detention center after interrogation. When I was waiting for the door to be opened, a hefty policeman came towards me and commanded me to squat down. I refused. He kicked me three times. I still refused to squat. As he was about to kick me again, another policeman came over and led me away. They did not only abuse me openly, but also used all sorts of modern equipment and implements to abuse, assault and persecute me secretly. They installed surveillance equipment both inside and outside my cell so as to give 24 hours' monitoring from all angles. Worst of all, they used psychological surveillance 24 hours a day. Consequently, they instructed according to the analysis a variety of people with different backgrounds and qualities to inform me in hard or soft tones of all sorts of lies, and to threaten me and destroy my spirit with all kinds of languages and deeds. One day, as I was putting on my underwear after my shower, I discovered a fine thread like device of 2mm sewn on the bra (near my heart). Its color was identical to the bra's fabric so it could not be easily detected. When I ripped it off, I heard a strange noise somewhere in the room though I could not pin point the exact location. It then dawned on me what modern equipment they were using to monitor me. The next day I ripped off a similar device attached to another bra. This is one example of the disgraceful use of up-to-date surveillance equipment by Jiang Zemin and his cohorts. What else have they secretly done to innocent people? They were most frightened when I recited Dafa literature by heart. When they heared my recitation, no matter day or night, they would immediately sent out noises from various directions of the cell to disrupt my thoughts, noises such as human screaming, pig snorting, dog barking and gun shots. They also forced other inmates to disrupt my recitations, especially when I woke up in the night. Sometimes the only tranquil site I could get was near the toilet. But when I meditated over there and recited Dafa literature to myself, they would use a remote control to let out huge rats from the toilet. The rats ran around me, squeaking. In the night, the inmates were given equipment to produce eerie noises or vibration to disturb my sleep. Sometimes they deliberately pressed me in the sleeping position. The police even put some so-called "witches" into the cell to produce the most ugly farce and other malconducts that were beyond the imagination of any kind soul. Once, when I was just about to wake from a deep sleep, I suddenly felt a soundless explosion in my body and heart. I gradually felt that my whole body and mind were dismantling, falling, and vanishing with the explosion. It seemed frightening but was not painful. At the same time, with the remaining consciousness, I began to recite Dafa literature, word by word, even following each written stroke of each Chinese character. Things began to return to the normal state and I woke up slowly but surely. As I opened my eyes, I saw the inmates staring at me in amazement. They looked at me in a strange expression of disappointment. There were fear, sorrow, helpless, surprise, and rejoice in their looks when they realized no harm was done to me. I knew they failed in another attempt, though I did not know what they were doing and how. There was a kind of equipment to produce icy wind at will. The police used it whenever they felt it was needed or sometimes just blew the cold air directly at me for a long time through the day and night. They also used devices to produce illusions and strange images around the cell. They even put drugs in my food to cause nausea, vomiting, headache and heart palpitations. At the time for the drug to take effect, they would release an extremely ill smell of excrement, thinking I would not be able to bear it. The inmates were waiting for my agonizing reaction, too, so that they could use it to smear Dafa. But to their utter surprise, it did not affect me at all. In addition, my clothes were often lost or deliberately misplaced. And I often found written incantations and curses stuffed in my bin. During the last three months of my detention, things like that happened more frequently and became aggravated. I learned that the extra three months was a direct order from Jiang Zemin. His evil intention was evident, but to no avail. On the contrary, the torment consolidated my will of practicing Dafa and strengthened my body and spirit. All this resulted from my persistent recitation of Dafa literature. Even in the most ferocious den of the evil, I kept reciting Dafa literature for tens of thousands of times with a tranquil mind. During the eight months I spoke very little. In fact, I did not want to speak at all. But never a day did I forsake Dafa. No matter how rampant their disturbance may be, studying Dafa is what I must keep on doing. Especially in the last month of my detention, the disturbances were intensified so much that it was hardly possible for me to sleep in the incessant actions of the inmates both during the night and at midday break. In the day I was required to work for more than 10 hours. They used some drug on me to make my hands tremble at work. Even though I could control the trembling, I refused to work during the last week of detention as a protest of their evil conduct. The persecution continued till the very day of my release. On November 11, I was escorted to Guangzhou Airport, Guangdong Province (Canton). It was already departure time, but the police would not allow me to board the plane. I was left alone in the waiting room without identification or any related documentation. They deliberately postponed the flight, hoping to see my anxious reaction; instead they were disappointed once again. It was not until I boarded the plane that I given the identification papers and ticket. They did not inform me that I had to transfer to another flight in Singapore. The police also gave the people picking me up in Australia the wrong arrival time so that they would miss my flight. I am sure their ugly performance and evil nature will be exposed to the world completely. One thing is certain. The tangible and intangible means adopted by the evils in their open and secret persecutions of Dafa practitioners are not just what I had experienced and disclosed. The evils have no guts to face their deeds, nor do they dare reveal them to the public. Nevertheless, all the beings in heaven, earth, and in other parts of the cosmos have witnessed what they did. Whether they are willing to believe in and face the truth, their evil deeds cannot be erased. In the meantime, we are waiting for those actively or passively carried out the persecution to repent, admit and expose the evil deeds to the world, with however little compassion and morality left in them. They ought to do it for themselves. During the eight months of my detention, they tried everything to the extreme to persecute me in body, mind, and spirit. And what was the result? Everything they did to me ended in failure. I had not once requested for or bought extra food to supplement the prison meal that no detainees could eat. But I had the best health of all. I had never been ill, seen a doctor or needed medication. Yet never had I been stricken down for a minute. None of the inmates could be like that. I undertook what no other detainees could or were willing to, which was well known even to the evil authorities. That was because I was a Dafa practitioner. The quality and speed of my work left others speechless. My eyesight and strength were well known even to those conducted evil deeds. They could only look in awe because they knew I was a Dafa practitioner. In the eight months, all the people at the detention center, including the policemen, admired me in their hearts, for they knew I was a Dafa practitioner. At first I was brought to Yantian detention center for two days. There was only one other detainee in the cell. She did not know my name or where I came from but she learned that I practiced Falun Gong and she learned something about Falun Dafa through me. Although we had been together only for two days, when I was transferred out of that center, she held my hands, reluctant to see me leave, and told me again and again to take care. Seeing I had only one pair of socks, which I was wearing on my feet, she gave me a pair of brand new thick socks. (The weather was still chilly.) That was the only pair of socks I had when I was set free. I wore them back to Sydney. Her name is Xiao Juan. In Compound No.1, the inmates in my cell didn't remember my name, so they all called me "Aunt Falun Gong". Some detainees there came to learn about Dafa and achieved different levels of understanding. They helped me to find proper time and place to practice the exercises and meditation. In Compound No.3, inmates respectfully called me Sister Feng or Aunt Feng. Though they put me through various tribulations, deep in their hearts they knew that Falun Gong practitioners are people with good qualities. Although their introduction to Dafa was from the adverse propaganda from TV in the detention center, through their contact with Dafa practitioners, they gradually came to know Dafa. After all, there were goodness and humanities remained in them. Here I sincerely express my gratitude to all who have, under the most adverse circumstances, supported Dafa and assisted Dafa practitioners in various ways with their compassion and righteous mind. At present there are tens of thousands of Dafa practitioners in China suffering from the persecution of Jiang Zemin and his cohorts. Recently, Jiang Zemin has used the staged up performance of self-immolation at Tiananmen Square to defame Dafa and started a new round of persecution towards Dafa practitioners. In the past 19 months, more and more evidence have shown that the persecution of Dafa and Dafa practitioners is not confined to Mainland China. Jiang Zemin and his cohorts have stretched their evil hands to many other countries. The greatest power in the world is the power of faith in truth and the guard of it. Besides, Dafa practitioners' faith is in the Great Law of the cosmos, the very reason for the existence of every being in the cosmos and the creation power of everything. How could it be expected to conform to human attachments, misguided conceptions, and be manipulated by those with evil intentions? That is why Dafa practitioners are flowing forward to present the truth of Dafa and expose the evil, no matter what they may encounter on the way. Dafa practitioners cannot be overcome and they will not rest till all evils are eliminated and destroyed. Australian Dafa practitioner Feng Xiaomei February 14, 2001.