March 27, 2002.
(Clearwisdom.net) On December 3, 2000, I went to Beijing to participate in rectifying the Fa. I unfurled a banner saying, "Falun Dafa is good!" in Tiananmen Square. I was immediately arrested and sent to the Zhanqian Police Station. After interrogation, several other practitioners and I were transferred to Fangshan Detention Center. Two policemen took me into an interrogation room and tried to force me to reveal my name and address. I did not cooperate with them, so they handcuffed both of my hands behind my back to an iron ring in the concrete floor. The two police violently kicked my legs. They used a heavy object to strike my head, beating and kicking me until midnight. They then dragged me outside into the yard and handcuffed me from the back to a tree. The cold wind chilled me to the bone. It was snowing and I shivered in the cold. The handcuffs cut into the flesh. I was released from the tree around 4:00 a.m. Then they took me to the on-duty office and handcuffed me to a heat radiator. I resisted the evil the whole night, enduring beating and freezing thanks to the strength given to me by Teacher and to my determination in Dafa. Teacher, thank you!
On the next day, there were 7 or 8 policemen in the on-duty office. The head of them said, "Still don't want to tell your name and address?" Another threatened, "Bring the electric baton to shock her. Hammer some sharp bamboo sticks under her fingernails. I'll see what she says then." Then they unlocked the handcuffs, slapped me on both sides of my face, kicked and punched me and grabbed me by the hair and threw my head against the wall with a large thump. I struggled several times to climb up but each time was beaten down. I felt dizzy. My head and face were beaten until almost unrecognizable. They took turns to beat me for a whole morning. In the afternoon, the police tied a dirty silk banner and my scarf tightly around my head, neck, mouth and nose, making it very hard to breathe. My hands were still cuffed to the radiator and I could hardly breathe. At that time, I remembered that in Zhuan Falun Teacher said, "In India there are many Yoga masters who can sit in water or be buried under the ground for many days. They make themselves completely tranquil, and can even control their heart beats." Once this thought appeared, air came into my tightly covered mouth and nose, I could breathe freely. I was tightly covered for over 4 hours before they untied me. I had once again made it through horrible torture. The police again demanded, "Will you give up Falun Gong or not?" I determinedly replied, "I've done nothing wrong. You should not treat me this way. You don't give me any food or water and you won't let me sleep. In addition, you forced me into this situation. I'm going on a hunger strike to protest." They did not let me sleep for the whole night, interrogating me from time to time.
On the third day, I was taken to another interrogation room by a third group of police. They handcuffed my hands and cruelly tightened the cuffs until they dug deep into the flesh. My hands immediately became swollen, first turning red and then gradually blue. Then the police said, "Take a look at her after ten minutes." I felt Falun spinning on my wrists. I understood that the redness, swelling and discoloration of my hands were karma. They were not a part of me. It's not me but the karma that feels pain. With this thought, my hands immediately stopped hurting. Ten minutes later, the police came back and took a look. He could not understand it. So he further tightened the handcuff and said he would see 45 minutes later whether I would cooperate or not. At this time, I remembered Teacher said in Zhuan Falun, "The body in another dimension can become big or small to begin with." The handcuffs are in this dimension and won't affect me. Although the police treated me this way, my hands did not feel any pain. 45 minutes later, the police came back and saw me unchanged. He was flustered and exasperated but also surprised, "Aren't you feeling any pain?" Saying that, he pulled me down to the floor and began to punch and kick me. He beat me so hard that he hurt his hand and recoiled in pain. He dared not beat me again with his hands, so he searched the room to find a substitute. When he realized that my hands were cuffed so tightly, he kicked both my hands with his leather shoes over a dozen times. I remembered that Teacher had said, "By having your heart unaffected you will be able to handle all situations." ("Eliminate Your Last Attachments") My hands were kicked repeatedly, but they felt very light and without pain. The policeman angrily said, "I'll kick your legs next until they break. I don't care about breaking the law in doing this to you!"
Thus a few police took turns beating me until 5:00 p.m. One of them took a certificate for half a month of detention and asked me to sign it. On the way to the prison, the police said, "If you don't cooperate, you won't be released even after your term is due."
There were over 20 practitioners detained in my cell. They had already started a hunger strike to assert that Falun Gong practitioners are innocent, that their detention is illegal and they should be immediately released. The police dragged us one by one into the hallway, holding us down on the floor, handcuffing our arms and shackling our legs. They cuffed our hands to the shackles while they beat and cursed at us. They then dragged us one by one into another cell. The handcuffs were so tight that they cut into the flesh. Some practitioners were not able to bear the pain and told them their names and addresses. Some wrote a promise not to go on hunger strike. In the end, only six of us were left. We were taken one at a time into the warden's office. It was about 10 meters down the hall to the warden's office. We had to squat to move forward because our hands and feet were chained together. The guards laughed at us, saying that we looked like penguins. I thought, "How could a practitioner be treated like this? I shall stand up! I must stand up!" With such a thought, I miraculously stood up wearing the connected handcuff and shackle. I walked all the way to the warden's office. I was leaned up against the wall with only one foot touching the floor. My wrists were very painful due to the handcuffs digging into my flesh. I thought, "I can even let go of my life. This pain is nothing!" The pain immediately disappeared, and I experienced again the mighty power of Dafa.
We were thus handcuffed and shackled for half month. The first few days were the hardest because our hands were cuffed from the back, chained to the leg shackles. By the 6th or 7th day, we all experienced various supernormal states. We felt that we had countless hands, from the back to the front, or that our hands were conjoined (jie yin) and that we were sitting there very comfortably. We were force-fed through a tube inserted up through the nose and down our throats each day. If we did not cooperate, we were beaten and cursed at. I told them about Dafa, but they did not listen. Every night, we had to crouch down on the concrete floor. We warmed ourselves by staying close together. With no blankets, it was very cold during the nights. The vile liquid that we were force-fed was spilled on us, staining our faces and clothes. The guards did not allow us to vomit and beat us if we did. My menstruation would start again only a few days after the previous period. Even when we went to the toilet, we had to kneel down and climb up. Fellow practitioners helped us to wash and clean our selves and our clothes. A practitioner in her sixties refused to accept the force-feeding, so the guards beat her cruelly, using their feet to trample her head and force the feeding tube down her throat. A female college student would not cooperate with the force-feeding, so they carried her out and threw her in the direction of the bed when they were still far from it. As a result, she fell violently to the floor. Some practitioners vomited as soon as the feeding tube was pulled out, so the guards used towels to block their mouths and noses, not allowing them to vomit. We suffered a wide variety of inhuman tortures.
Although the guards tortured us so cruelly, we still promoted Dafa to them compassionately. We explained the principle that good deeds will be rewarded with good, while evil deeds will meet retribution. In the end, we realized that we cannot allow evil to use human beings to do such evil. We should completely eliminate the evil. We were deprived of everything. Now what we have left is only our lives, so we should continue to protest even with our lives. We told the guards that we demanded to be released unconditionally. The wardens would not listen and still cursed and beat us. We were of one mind to have no regard for life or death, and the evil immediately ran out of tricks to use against us. I remembered Teacher said in "Eliminate your last attachments," "If a cultivator can let go of the thought of life and death under any circumstances, evil is bound to be afraid of him. If every practitioner is able to do this, evil will of itself no longer exist." In this way, we were set free unconditionally.
This was a valuable experience of breaking through a tribulation. From it, I understand that a practitioner's thought in any instant can determine his future. Going to Beijing to validate Dafa, I had originally thought that it would take me half a month to return. In the end, it indeed did take half a month to gain my release. This helped me realize that we should not accept the evil's persecution. Instead, we should completely deny the old force's arrangements. If I had not had the thought that it would take so long to return, it would not have taken so long to return. Practitioners, we must let go of the thought of life and death and break through each challenge with dignity.
