(Minghui.org) In March 1996, in the vast sea of humanity, Master woke me up and showed me a way home. Master has held my hand and protected me during the ups and downs of over two decades as I have practiced Falun Dafa. Here I would like to share a few miraculous experiences.
Because Master Protects Me, the Police Cannot Control Me
I have run into police officers, domestic security agents, and 610 Office personnel, but I was not afraid of them because I knew I had Master and that nobody else is able to control me.
Master said:
“If thoughts are righteous,evil will collapse”(“What's to Fear?” from Hong Yin Vol. II)
I always have Master's Fa in my mind, so I do not have much experience of being persecuted.
When I went out to tell people about the persecution of Falun Gong in June 2013, I met a soldier who was a member of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). I told him about the persecution, and he agreed to quit the CCP. Then we parted.
As I walked out of the park, someone tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Come to the car so we can talk.” I knew he was a plainclothes police officer. I said to Master in my mind, “Master, please help me.”
The officer pulled me over to the car, and I saw that soldier standing on the other side of the road laughing. I knew he had reported me. I did not hate him, I just felt sorry for him.
The officer took me to the police station, where they attempted to take a picture of me and searched my bag. I put my hat in front of my face, so they never got my photo.
Another officer got my home phone number from my notebook. He read the number again and again and was surprised that it was a number from another province. It was Master who protected and changed the number. Because they couldn’t get a picture of me, they locked me to an iron chair and left.
I thought that I should be able to return home shortly. I took my right hand out of the handcuffs and sent forth righteous thoughts holding up my hand. A police officer came over and asked me why I had pulled my hand out. I said, “It wasn't comfortable.” He said, “We can’t allow that.” So he handcuffed me again.
Another officer asked me where I lived. When I didn’t answer, he asked me the same question a few more times. A bit annoyed, I said, “Why are you asking me where my home is? Do you want to ransack it?”
Another policeman came and said, “We will send you somewhere else.” I thought they were joking, but I was not afraid because I knew Master would take care of me. They stopped asking me where I lived. They said the soldier was quite serious.
A young policewoman came in with a pen and paper. I thought she wanted me to sign it. She asked, “Do you know how to write?” When I told her I didn’t she said, “You don’t have to sign, then.” I thought, “If I have to sign, I'll write, ‘Falun Dafa is good’ and ‘Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’”
The police said, “We will not return your things. They are just a few amulets. You can go home now.” I told them, “Look at what it says on the amulet.” Three police officers were reading them as I left.
I went to another room to look for my bag. An officer there said, “Wait here, and I will go find it for you.” There were four or five people in the room, most in plainclothes, but one was in uniform. I told him the facts about the persecution and encouraged him to quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations. He asked, “If I quit the CCP, how will I make a living?”
I said, “You don’t have to stop going to work to quit the CCP. You only need to say in your heart that you quit the CCP.” No one said anything. I found my bag, and everything was still there. I went home.
A few days later, I went to a bus station not far from the police station where I was held. I encouraged a few people to quit the CCP. Some did and seemed very happy.
I looked back and saw a young man smiling at me. I asked, “Do you know me?” He said, “I arrested you.” I said, “Young man, you cannot do that kind of thing anymore. Prepare a way out for yourself, that is, quit the CCP. I will give you an alias—Changsheng.” He agreed. Back home I thought about those encounters. It was Master who protected me.
When I was out encouraging people to quit the CCP, I was not afraid. Because Master says, “Some people say: "I just want to discipline bad people." I would say that you are best off becoming a policeman.” (Zhuan Falun)
Yes, the police are watching out for the bad guys. Master let me be a good person, so why would I be afraid of the police? Whenever I encountered police officers or saw police vehicles, I sent forth righteous thoughts and emphasized “Mie” (Eliminate), to eliminate the evil behind them.
Recently I went out to tell people about the persecution. When I was ready to go home, another practitioner came over and said, “Let's go. A police car has been circling around several times.” I said, “I didn’t see it. They cannot reach me—I have Master.”
I have practiced for over 20 years, and I think Master is the most esteemed person in the world. When I have Master and the Fa in my mind, all difficulties just fall away.
