PureInsight | August 4, 2008
[PureInsight.org] Many years
after 1999, a friend asked me, "Why did so many Dafa practitioners go
to Beijing that summer? Is it true that no one organized it?" I said
yes. At that time, several of us went to Beijing without a second
thought. We only knew that there was a Petition Office at Zhongnanhai
in Beijing and our local government officials told us to go to that
Petition Office in order to have our problems resolved.
Since we didn't give it a second thought when we headed to Beijing, we
didn't bring anything like tooth paste, a tooth brush, etc. As soon as
we got off the plane, we learned that the government was arresting Dafa
practitioners all over Beijing. They even checked on everyone in the
hotels and registered everyone's name. Many hotels simply put a sign on
the front door, "This hotel doesn't serve Dafa practitioners." We
called a local elderly female practitioner we knew before, but no one
picked up the phone. It was the same when we called other practitioners.
However, we were not nervous at all. We didn't think too much about it
and we comforted each other with, "Take it easy." At that moment, I
remembered a local practitioner who I once met on the train, so I tried
to contact her. She picked up the phone but apparently knew nothing
about what was happening. She thought we were just sightseeing in
Beijing. After she took us to her home, we told her everything that was
happening. That concluded the day.
I suddenly felt very tired. But that fatigue was not from my physical
body. It was caused by the enormous pressure from other dimensions. In
that small room, the five of us discussed what to do the next day. We
all agreed that the next morning we should go to Tiananmen Square, to
the Petition Office at Zhongnanhai. I fell asleep while listening to
the others, and I had a nightmare.
In the nightmare, I was surrounded by so many policemen and soldiers
that they could even fill the whole public square. Their faces were
blurred and featureless. They were all marching towards me at the same
pace. I was standing there and I could see their steps clearly. All of
a sudden, their bodies transformed into something like the alien
robots, and they grew scary iron arms and hands. All the policemen and
soldiers were transforming like that...
In the dream, I knew clearly that a catastrophe was coming. Several
months later, I saw a photo that was taken by NASA. In the photo, the
earth was covered by an evil face.
On July 19, 1999, it was very hot. We started off in the early morning.
We decided to go to first to Beihai Park and then go to Tiananmen
Square by passing though the park. Along the way, I saw many Dafa
practitioners. They were either standing or sitting quietly in groups
along the road. Everyone was thinking of how to clarify the truth to
the government.
I was finally able to get through to the elderly female practitioner on
the phone. She told me that she had just been released from the police
station. She and her granddaughter were heading to Tiananmen Square. We
agreed to meet the next day. After that, we continued to pass through
Beihai Park. Right after we got out of the park and were walking toward
Tiananmen Square, we came across an old lady. She told us that the
security check-point was pretty tight ahead. She suggested that we not
take anything, especially Dafa books, if we wanted to arrive at
Tiananmen Square successfully. So we left all our Dafa books with the
old lady. Afterwards, I regretted having left the books behind.
We moved on and then we were very close to Tiananmen Square. Suddenly I
saw many police cars and fully armed policemen brandishing electric
batons. They whistled and shouted one after another. We saw groups of
Dafa practitioners being forced into police cars, and then the police
cars drove away. I saw a tall policeman standing there. He was facing
us as if he was waiting for us. Without any hesitation, we walked
towards him.
"What are you doing here?!," he shouted at us as he stopped us.
"We are appealing to the higher authorities for help. We come here to
report the true situation. The government should not arrest us; that is
illegal. We are all very good people..."
"Get in the car!," the policeman interrupted the practitioner rudely.
Then a police car came and stopped in front of us. The policeman
suddenly raised his electric baton to force us to get into the car.
At that moment, I smiled at the policeman. I'm not sure if it was
because no one had ever smiled at him before or if I looked familiar to
him, but he put down his electric baton and looked at me in puzzlement.
Then a voice in my heart spoke to the policeman, "Do I look familiar?
Yes, I am back. All of this was rehearsed before. But this time it is
real..." The words from that voice sounded strange to me, "I'm back?
This is just a show? Everything was rehearsed before?"
Then we were all inside the police car. I never thought before about
what a police car looked like. On the way, another boy was forced into
the car. It seemed like he had just rushed out of his home and he
didn't have his shoes on. His hair was not combed and his face looked
like it wasn't washed. I wanted to say something to him but I couldn't
say anything. I was sitting there and couldn't hold back my tears. I
saw a young couple walking quietly toward Tiananmen Square. They
supported each other with their hands, tired from having walked a long
way. They looked calm and firm. I also saw a mother with an infant. She
was explaining things to a policeman while at the same time caressing
her crying baby... A farmer who walked from Shi Jia Zhuang City to
Beijing (183 miles) told me that practitioners from their village
started to walk to Beijing last night, another village started today...
All those images are framed in my memory forever.
We were put onto a bus that was already full with Dafa practitioners.
In that summer when the great King of Terror descended from the sky,
Dafa practitioners of all ranks and classes who regarded "truthfulness,
compassion and forbearance" as the principles by which to cultivate,
let go of everything and let go of life and death. With determination,
they stepped out to safeguard and uphold Dafa and clarify the truth to
the Chinese government.
On the bus, I met an elderly male practitioner who was clarifying the
truth to a policeman. The policeman was pointing his fingers at the
practitioner and asked viciously, "You keep telling me to be a good
person! I am not a good person? I treat my parents with filial respect.
I care about the friendships with my buddies. Am I not a good person? I
want to hear what your standard of being a good person is!?" I
remembered the elderly practitioner said mercifully to the
policeman, "Young man, our standard of being a good person is
selflessness and altruism, always considering others first." After
hearing this, the angry policeman became silent immediately.
Yes, selflessness and altruism, always considering others, this is the
standard that Dafa practitioners hold. During that summer, countless
Dafa practitioners, one after another, had the courage to risk their
lives for the sake of safeguarding the truth. Their actions manifested
that standard. If a being on the earth couldn't recognize the cosmic
truth and even persecuted that truth, isn't it very dangerous for that
being? Weren't those Dafa practitioners being selfless by considering
other beings' lives?
Later on, we were taken to a remote elementary school. When we arrived,
the policemen had already made a tight perimeter around the elementary
school. If it was not for the fact that I was quite sober-minded, I
would have thought that I was dreaming in a long and scary nightmare. I
remembered at that time pinching myself very hard. If I hadn't
experienced this myself, I wouldn't have believed that in those
peacetime years, policemen would use their weapons against their own
innocent people, not to mention the innocent people that were the best
and most kindhearted. We didn't eat anything that whole day, and we
were not even allowed to go to the restroom. We just sat there all day.
In the end, we were given a piece of paper and we were asked to write a
guarantee letter. We didn't do anything wrong. What were we
guaranteeing against?
When it was getting dark, we were taken away group by group. There were
five practitioners in my group. One practitioner was immediately taken
to the train station and sent back after he let them know his address.
The rest of us were taken to the local police station at Asia Games
Village. Then the policemen took each of us to a separate room.
At the beginning, a policewoman asked me questions as if she was
interrogating a criminal. I refused to answer. I said to her calmly, "I
am not your prisoner. Please don't talk to me in that tone." She
listened and put down her pen. I continued, "I am glad to tell you that
Falun Dafa is good. Falun Dafa is righteous. It is Dafa that saved my
life. Otherwise, I would not be able to stand here telling you the
truth face to face. It is your good fortune to hear the truth." I
pointed at the TV that was broadcasting false information about Dafa
and said, "Those are all lies and it is not good for you at all. Please
tell me your address and I will mail you the book Zhuan Falun. Read the book. It will be good for you."
The policewoman was persuaded. At the moment when she was about to
write down her address, a group of policemen walked in and stood behind
me. Then the policewoman spoke to me in her original tone. She asked,
"Can you not practice Falun Dafa?" I replied calmly, "Impossible."
Right after I said that, I felt my body was so light that I was
seemingly weightless; I felt the wonder of being lighter than a
feather. This light feeling never occurred to me again.
In the end, the policemen couldn't get any information from us, and
neither could they do anything about us, so we were all released. It
was 9 PM after we stepped out of the police station. We had eaten
nothing and drank nothing for that whole day, so we went to a
restaurant. In the restaurant, after I talked to my family on the
phone, I saw a fellow practitioner who suddenly cried. We comforted her
immediately. But she said, "Just now I heard that our great merciful
Master said, 'You've been working hard.'"
Then we all couldn't help but burst into tears...
The next day, July 20, after we visited the elderly female
practitioner, I decided to go back because at that time, the big lie
blotted out the sky and the land in China. I felt that I needed to go
back. At least at my post, I would not allow any slander against Dafa
to occur.
In the summer of 1999, I witnessed the most magnificent chapter in
human history. The brave messengers walked out into the dark night and
took the cosmos' truth to the human world and lit the path for the
future mankind. Yes, ever since that summer, the gods had returned. The
gods have already come back, and now the gods' vows are being fulfilled.
Translated from: http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2008/7/22/53960.html
