I conducted a hunger strike to protest against the persecution. The prison guards tried to shake my determination and they sent collaborators [Former Falun Dafa practitioners who have stopped practicing and now assist in the persecution due to torture and brainwashing] to talk to me, but I did not pay any attention to their words. I refused to comply with any orders that they gave. The prison guards tortured me using various techniques. I was force fed and the method that they used was very vicious. Two guards twisted and held my arms behind my back, another one grabbed my hair whilst the others used a crowbar to open my mouth. They pinched my nose and poured the stuff directly into my mouth. Later they threw me aside with no regard to whether I was dead or alive. When I was about to lose consciousness, they sent me to the hospital and forcefully injected an intravenous drip. During this time, the police guards tortured me again. One criminal took off her shoe and beat my head with it. I was on hunger strike for 19 days with only one thought in my mind, "I am doing the most righteous thing; how can I cooperate with these evil people? The police asked the Falun Dafa practitioners to attend a brainwashing class but I held righteous thoughts and managed to resist them. Afterwards, they never asked me to "study" again. Later on, I recited the Fa [Law and principles of Falun Gong], shared experiences and encouraged other practitioners to break through the persecution. Two people who had been forcefully brainwashed by the wicked police realised what had happened and saw through the lies. After that the police never troubled me. As long as your mind contains the Fa and you confront the evil people directly, there is no obstacle that cannot be broken through.
Later the police moved me to the third floor. I firmly resisted and I firmly believed in Teacher. This time I went on a hunger strike for nine days. Since my thought were very pure and righteous, my body reflected my fully cultivated side. I did not feel any pain and I felt as if I were "sitting comfortably in an eggshell." [The optimal state for sitting in meditation; quote taken from Zhuan Falun]. Though I did not eat or drink, I did not feel hungry, on the contrary I felt wonderful.
The environment on the third floor was even more evil than the first floor. I was constantly monitored and there was no personal freedom, not even when one had to use the washroom. I refused to perform the prison exercises and when the police saw that my heart was unshakable they let it go. They did not ask any of us to do the morning exercises or sing again. One day when I was talking to a practitioner, the cell leader stopped us from talking and hit us with her shoe. After hitting us, she passed out on the floor on her way to the bathroom. She had to be carried back. It seemed like she was being punished for her bad deeds. [In China the principle of Good is rewarded with good and evil with evil is still held in high regard'.]
During the hunger strike, in order for any relatives to visit, each one had to purchase a book that slandered Falun Dafa. Each book costs 10 Yuan [The average monthly income for an urban worker in China is 500 Yuan. In rural parts of China, it is 200 Yuan]. Without purchasing the book, visits were not allowed.
After practitioners' illegal sentences had finished they were still not allowed to go home. Therefore I went on another hunger strike. The criminal that was on duty hit my head, causing it to bleed internally. The corner of my eye, my temple, and other places were swollen, I was bleeding, and my body was covered with bruises. I was bedridden, and I conducted another hunger strike for 10 days. I experienced a phenomenon where my mouth tasted sweet and it felt like it contained syrup. Such a wonderful condition cannot be described using ordinary words. Only when ones heart is in the Fa and has let go of all attachments and desires, can the most sacred and profound side of Dafa be shown. This is the magnificence of a Dafa practitioner. Over the past few years, I went on hunger strike six times. Every time I broke through their arrangements.
Later on the police took my blood pressure. It had reached a very high level. They were afraid that I might die, so to avoid responsibility for my death, they sent me to the hospital.
Later, in order to shirk their responsibility, the labour camp sent me home. My body recovered very soon, and I regained my health.
The evil police had sentenced me for three years; it took me five months to break away from the labour camp with dignity.
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