(Minghui.org) In mid-April 2001, I was illegally imprisoned in Jilin Prison and later transferred to Baiquan Forced Labor Camp in Liaoyuan City for practicing Falun Gong, (also known as Falun Dafa).
Every day while imprisoned I felt I was on the brink of death. Even an elder policeman, whose duty was to watch me, was overwhelmed with worry and anxiety that I might die at any time. He kept shaking me during my sleep to see if I was still alive.
I was injected with an unknown drug, that caused huge red, fluid-filled blisters to appear all over my body. The rash was accompanied by high fever, unbearable itching, and pain. Sometimes I fell into a dangerous prolonged state of deep unconsciousness.
In spite of this, I was forced to engage in the arduous, exhausting manual labor of digging ditches. I was not even allowed to drink water. Worse still, in order to transform me, I was beaten violently from time to time by inmates, who had been instigated to do so by the labor camp directors.
One day I was ordered to see Liu, the No. 1 Brigade director. He was notorious for his ruthlessness when torturing and beating prisoners. Being unable to walk, I had to be carried to his office by two inmates.
He looked at me and said in a cold voice, “You are currently in the most appalling physical condition, and I doubt you will live to see the day of your release from prison.”
Then he raised his voice, “There are two possibilities here. The first option is that I pay to send you to Shenyang or Changchun to see doctors, but if due for release soon, I’m not allowed to do so. The second option is the only choice you can make. From now on, you are allowed to move to the luggage room to practice your Falun Gong exercises.”
He laughed in scorn, “You believe in Falun Gong, don’t you? You told us Falun Gong was miraculous and could promptly heal someone from any illness. Now prove it to me. Just let me know how many days it will take.”
I gave him a firm look, and asked him for twenty days or thirty days to heal and recover to my normal state of health. Having carefully examined my body, he said loudly, “You have to get well within the agreed upon time period. Otherwise, you will be forced to go to the hospital to see a doctor. That’s all I can do for you. I am not forcing you. I look forward to hearing good news from you soon.”
The director had me locked in the luggage room. No one else was allowed to come in to see me. From that moment on, my daily routine was practicing the five-set Dafa exercises, studying Master’s lectures, including Master’s latest Fa-teaching scriptures brought into the camp by fellow practitioners.
In the meantime, I tried my utmost to recite the Fa and sent righteous thoughts with full concentration. I respectfully asked Master to bless me with dramatic physical change so that I could validate the Fa to save those camp officers who had been brainwashed by the lies that the Chinese Communist Party fabricated.
Day by day, I could feel the changes taking place in my body. The painful rash disappeared and the fever was gone. Amazingly, I was able to straighten my leg injured in beatings by the inmates and walk again. The muscles of my arms and legs were healing fast and my bruised skin returned to normal. I was full of energy once again.
More than twenty days had passed. Then one evening, the door of the room was opened suddenly. It was Director Liu who came to see me. He was stunned by what he saw.
He approached me closely, “Look at me. Are you sure your name is [my name]?” I answered calmly, “Undoubtedly!”
He took me to his office. Obviously he couldn’t wait to give me a physical check-up himself. He uncovered part of my body and pulled my trousers up, then pushed me with his hands to see if I was strong enough physically.
Then I heard him murmuring in amazement, “Incredible! The miraculous improvement of your physical health and physique has changed my view of Falun Gong. You told me Falun Gong was wonderful. Now I witness it and believe what you said. Falun Gong is incredibly amazing!”
Then he handed me a mirror and asked me to look at myself. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Looking back at me from the mirror was a young man in his thirties with a flushed face, delicate skin and shiny dark hair. Actually, at that time I was fifty years old!
His eyes gleamed with excitement while I was looking at myself. He exclaimed, “It’s totally incredible to think that you became so healthy and fit in such a short time by eating just some soured cornbread and salty broth without any vegetables in it! I am serious about getting myself a copy of the book Zhuan Falun to study and to learn the exercises as well. Falun Gong is beyond miraculous!”
Sixteen years have passed, and I’m still overwhelmingly mesmerized by the miraculous experience I had in the forced labor camp. Undoubtedly, I believe that true Dafa disciples will never encounter any real danger under Master's boundless compassion. Instead we will be given a new life. No words can express my gratitude.