PureInsight | June 3, 2002
One evening, I was escorted into prison. The long dark corridor looked ghastly and cold. As I was passing through, a moldy-smelling gust of wind raised by the humid cold air blew on my face. After I was pushed into a cell, the iron door immediately shut with a bang. A group of baldheaded, tattooed, obscene looking prisoners stared at me. When I introduced myself to them, nobody responded until the warden stepped far away from the door. Then, someone ordered me to "crouch." Several prisoners who had ominous eyebrows and wicked eyes dragged me to the urinal, completely undressed me and applied the so-called "welcome routine." When they heard that I am a Falun Dafa practitioner, they became even more fierce and cruel. I really thought I had fallen from the human world into hell. After being savagely beaten by them, my body was covered with bruises. However, I felt that my energy channels were imbued with vast and mighty energy. In a very deep dimension I felt quite peaceful. There was very strong sense of self inside me. Someone asked me how I felt. I did not say anything.
During the night, when it was quiet, I looked around and then again looked within. I was surprised. In the small cell, I could see a bit of sky outside, and I discovered the mystery of this world. Actually, what I saw was obvious, shining and brilliant. Joy constantly sprang forth from my heart. From the microscopic particles to the macroscopic world, the universe was manifested in my heart without any obstruction. What people pursued or what I was once attached to appeared so illusory. It was dissolved, melted in the light, just as a substance is sublimated.
The environment around was polluted. What the prisoners talked about all day long was flesh and blood as well as various dirty things. Their thoughts and speech produced karma and demonic things. I was tested from time to time. Yet cultivation is pure. Sometimes, I felt that the matter and things inside or outside my body, the motion or stillness of things around me, and my words and deeds as well as my own demeanor, contained the secrets of Dafa. The plastered walls and iron gate of the prison, the scolding, hitting and kicking by the wardens and vicious prisoners and the cold, hunger and thirst all could be overcome. I felt my whole body was fully covered in the radiance of Falun. The more difficulties I encountered, the more hunger and cold I suffered, the more hardship I endured, the more obvious and stronger the radiant field. The significance of tribulations in human life will not be realized until you experience them. In enduring the suffering, I realized more clearly Master's teaching: "The path for cultivating gong lies in one's heart. The boat to sail the boundless Dafa rides on hardships." (From "Falun Dafa" in Hongyin)
Translated from:
http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2002/5/4/15869.html
