First Hand Experience of Cruel Brainwashing at the Beijing Women's Forced Labor Camp (Part 4)
By Zhang Yijie
(Clearwisdom.net) (Continued from Part 3) Part 1: http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2007/2/13/82642.html Part 2: http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2007/2/14/82663.html Part 3: http://www.clearwisdom.net/emh/articles/2007/2/15/82695.html 13. Receiving Six of Teacher's Articles in One Day Since the time Teacher's article, "Foretelling the Fa's Rectification of
the Human World" was published, it was as if the wind changed
direction and attacked the old forces with determination. A fresh current rushed
into the women's forced labor camp and frightened the evil elements there. For
practitioners, it triggered an awakening of the entire Third Brigade. At that time I had just been released from an isolation room. I was not
allowed to be alone. Monitors surrounded me as I walked behind the entire
brigade to the dining area. There were long tables, with six people sitting on
either side of each table. I was sandwiched in the middle. Everyone sat down and
waited for the meal. Everyone was given two steamed wheat flour buns, and some
received three. A bowl of vegetables was served as well, but I was singled out
again. I only received one corn flour bun and several pieces of pickled
vegetables. I actually felt indifferent about this kind of persecution. I
thought: "Who cares about being treated differently?" I didn't know
the people that sat across from me, because people came and went, but when a
corn flour bun was pushed in front of me, they all knew what was going on. This
was a form of silent warning. When I was eating my bun, I raised my head. Suddenly
I saw a pair of eyes sending me a message. When I walked out the door in a
crowd, a hand put something into my pocket. I walked down the stairs as if
nothing had happened and put my hands in the pockets. My fingers felt a paper
ball. My heart started to beat violently, and I tried hard to not let tears role
down my face. I knew it was Teacher's articles. I longed for the middle of the night. Finally, I opened the little piece of
paper inside a book. In the dim light, I read Teacher's article: "The Fa-rectification moves through the world, the grand manifestation
of Gods and Buddhas unfolds, and all of the chaotic world's unrighted wrongs and
karmic relationships are settled with benevolent solutions. The ones who do evil
against Dafa go down into the gate of no-life. As for all the others, people's
hearts return to righteousness and they cherish virtue and do good, all the
myriad things are renewed, and every single sentient being reveres Dafa's saving
grace. All of the heavens and the earth celebrate together, congratulate each
other, and exalt together. Dafa's most glorious period in the human world begins
at this moment." ("Foretelling the Fa's Rectification of the Human
World" from Essential for further Advancement II) I cried hot tears. All pain and loneliness was instantly gone! I cried and
cried and wished that I could let out the sound. I cautiously listened for steps while reading Teacher's article over and over
again. As I read, I just let my tears fall on my clothes. After reading it
several times, I had memorized it. I felt that I had entered the splendid and
amazingly wonderful atmosphere of the Buddha light shining everywhere and the
Fa's rectification of the human world. Every true practitioner in the forced labor camp was very excited and touched
by Teacher's article. They all wished they could run all over, tell each other
about it, and raise their arms to cheer. I was stuck in the very strict monitoring environment. Even so, I received
six copies of "Foretelling the Fa's Rectification of the Human World"
in one day. I was so excited I couldn't hide my happiness and joy, and it was
seen by one of the collaborators who monitored me. She reported it.
Luckily, I was able to remain calm and very cautious. I did not reveal any
names. The authorities were frightened and mad. They began to search the entire jail
as if their last day was imminent. They searched all our bags and everywhere on
our bodies, as if they were looking for gold. But by then, we already had the
article memorized. 14. Stand Up I do not know the details of the process of how those collaborators came to
the Third Brigade. But from what I experienced, what I saw, and the things I
indirectly heard or felt, I could tell how brutal, moving and solemn their fight
between righteousness and evil was. One evening I was suddenly called to Class Two. This had never happened
before. When I entered the room, everyone was sitting already. Everyone looked
very serious. I didn't know what they called me for, and I sat down quietly.
Everybody took turns and spoke. Their speeches astonished and touched me
greatly. Their righteous thoughts were strong and they did not try to cover up
their viewpoint. They talked about the truth of the Staged Tiananmen
Self-Immolation incident. When the evil slandered Teacher in different ways,
they clarified the truth very deeply and completely rejected
anything evil. I suddenly understood that the long-planned awakening had begun. The discussion was not over yet, but the jail manager's face was distorted
and he angrily stopped the discussion. The practitioners were actually the ones
who had announced, or planned to announce, that they wanted to retract the
"Four Statements" (similar to the "Three Statements) that they
had signed. Besides three people who still insisted on being collaborators, all
the others clearly declared that they would follow and defend Dafa and Teacher. This major awakening of this group, which was not possible earlier, had
finally begun. An incomparable feeling and an unexplainable solemnness arose in
my heart. I quickly searched for several good and strong practitioners, as well
as for practitioners that captain Jiao did not believe were
"transformed." But none of these practitioners was there. I was
wondering whether they were put in other classes or were arrested individually.
I was a bit worried. But everyone here was doing so well, and that made me so
happy. I hoped that they would remain strong while facing the future
ruthlessness and cultivate firmly to the end. The meeting came to an end. The jail manager went to report it. In a little
while, captain Jiao came in angrily and with him came dozens of people who had
been selected from each class. These people sat in te four corners of the room.
Jiao herself was walking around anxiously, like an ant walking on fire. I wasn't
quite sure if she was this angry because the discussion in Class Two was totally
different from what they had expected, or because the situation in the entire
group was like this. She was very restless. She randomly said things that were
hard to understand, and the things she said were insinuations. But altogether
she was just trying to say: "There are people planning an upset [in which
practitioners announce brainwashing gains to be void]. Following this path will
not have a good result. Do not follow these people." She then angrily lay
down on a bench in the room. Everyone sat quietly with no one saying a word. I looked at them. I knew many
of them. Among them there were also the collaborators. But those that I
particularly knew, and the ones the guards thought were dangerous, were not
there. Of all the people in the room, it was only about one-third of all the
people in the brigade. Where did those people go? I thought to myself that there
were a lot of people awakening this time, and that's why Jiao was so restless.
It seemed as if the world was coming to an end. Obviously, how could the evil
let the previous so-called "transformation" all be wasted? How could
they let their despotic power disappear and lose the money and fame already
earned for their so-called successes? Everyone's face was very serious. I knew that the evil was demonstrating its
might. They were doing a group "stew the eagle" [a torture method in
which the practitioners are not allowed to sleep]. I was worried for all the
practitioners, hoping at the same time that every practitioner could withstand
the pressure and firmly walk forward. Everyone just sat quietly. I looked at
every practitioner and made eye contact with each one. Some of them looked back
at me to share their feelings, and some avoided eye contact. When they saw my
eyes, they had different replies, depending on what kind of person they were. It was past 1 a.m. Jiao told people to go back to their classes. Only several
dozen people were left, but it took until daybreak. The room emptied out and in
the end there were only one other practitioner and I. Jiao stared at me
fiercely. She sat up, then lay down, again and again. She was just like a yoyo.
It was evident how worried and restless she was. I knew that she wanted to make
me the troublemaker again, but couldn't find evidence to blame anything on me. I
was extremely calm, quietly repeating Teacher's writings with my eyes closed. Finally the night was over, and it was another bright day. Jiao suddenly
yelled, "Zhang Yijie, go back to class!" I was the last one to go back
to class. One day, I was suddenly called again. I followed a big group of practitioners
to the visitor's building, which was about 50 meters away. We sat down in the
biggest conference room and started knitting gloves. I was sitting by the
window. I was usually not allowed to leave my room. They even brought my meals
to my cell. But that day they had me join the group. I felt quite strange. After everybody sat down, Jiao commanded a criminal to start singing and told
everyone to join in. The song was only half way through and it died out. The
criminal didn't want to give up and started to lead again. Suddenly, during the
singing, I heard some screams. In a few moments, the singing stopped again. We
were quietly knitting, and no one was talking. Jiao walked back and forth in the
room. Suddenly I again heard horrifying screams. My heart immediately tensed. I
tried to figure out where the sound came from, and once again I heard the
screams. I concluded that the sound was from the direction of Class Three. I
gave Jiao a look. She also heard the screams and ran to the window. The screams
became clearer. Everyone heard them and looked at each other worriedly. Jiao hurriedly whispered something to another guard. That guard left the
room, and we no longer heard the screams. I suddenly understood why they had
allowed me to join the group. They wanted to empty the brigade and torture those
awakened practitioners. Jiao wanted to use the singing to cover up the screams,
but her evil intention was exposed. I did not know until I was released that the awakening of Class Three had
affected between 80 and 90 practitioners. The awakening had frightened the
authorities and sent shock waves within and outside of the forced labor camp, as
well as through the entire Beijing Forced Labor Bureau. Jiao and deputy captain
Huai asked to resign. But in this situation the evil supported them and encouraged them to
intensify the persecution and to turn the awakened practitioners away from their
cultivation path again. Higher officials demanded that the entire forced labor
camp take action and switch practitioners who declared their Four Statements
null and void to different brigades and try to transform them separately. At the
same time, male guards arrived in the Third Brigade. They remained in the lobby
to threaten practitioners. Jiao and Huai did not sleep for nine days as they
madly tortured and brutally beat practitioners. During this time, to try to make me feel grateful, they had a small birthday
party for me. At the party, deputy captain Huai brought back a practitioner from
our brigade who had awakened and had been taken to another brigade. Jiao ordered
her to read her pledge of accepting "transformation" again. Jiao
looked at me proudly, because she believed that I had participated in and
organized that awakening and that I was the one responsible for what went on.
She was showing me in her own way that she had won, and at the same time, she
found a number of practitioners that had "transformed" again to talk
to me. I did not know until this time that they had sent the practitioners that
were awakened to other brigades for cruel torture. This practitioner was one
that was "transformed" again and brought back. My heart was deeply
hurt. I was sad and sorry for her. I thought about how many practitioners could
make it through to the end. My heart was sad. I will never forget that painful,
black birthday. The awakened practitioners had to bear a great deal. The evil Jiao used every
brutal method she used on me to torture these practitioners. She was attempting
to force these practitioners to recant and announce that they had voided
renouncing the Four Statements. Jiao and other guards called drug and
prostitution criminal inmates from the drug brigade to monitor and torture these
practitioners. Jiao set a cell in the visiting building aside to torture these
practitioners and to force them to take back their announcement. At the same
time, Jiao opened up a secret room in the brigade, which was called the
"small black room." Practitioners were brutally beaten in there around
the clock. They were given very little food and were not allowed to sleep or use
the toilet. They used all the violent methods they could think of to torture
practitioners. Practitioners that were taken there were tortured until they were
injured everywhere and had suffered internal injuries. The "small black
room" was dirty, smelly and dark. Any scream or sound from brutal beating
could not be heard on the outside. This "small black room" was an
inhuman torture room. Crimes were committed there without a break. Practitioners
Lang Zhongyue, Zhang Liqian and others that entered the forced labor camp at a
later date and who firmly refused to be transformed were tortured at Jiao's evil
hands. One day at 1 a.m., the guards locked all the metal gates in the hallway. Two
guards and five or six drug addict inmates brutally beat practitioner Ms. Lang
Dongyue. These inhuman people also assaulted Ms. Lang sexually and used
high-heel shoes to step on her over and over again with as much force as
possible. One morning, despite it being very cold outside, Jiao ordered all
practitioners to go outside and knit there. When we returned after four hours,
everything in the Class Three room was scattered around. There was a great mess.
We also saw five criminals surrounding practitioner Tao (surname) and brutally
beating her. The heating pipe was broken, too. Ms. Tao's chest and stomach were
injured and she had pain when breathing. Her private parts were also injured. Practitioners Xu Mei and others arrived at the forced labor camp about the
same time as I. Their bodies showed injuries from being shocked by Jiao with
electric batons. At times, Jiao gave the electric baton to drug criminal Liu
Fengqin and ordered her to torture practitioners. China has strict laws on the
usage of electric batons, such as what is a valid use for them, as well as the
amount of electricity allowed to be discharged and for how long. However, the
electric baton became Jiao's personal property. She used it whenever she felt
like it. The awakened practitioners in the Third Brigade experienced harsh tests and
tribulations. Jiao of the Third Brigade was well known for her evilness. The
practitioners could not come back to Falun Dafa without letting go of life and
death. In later days, whenever the guards beat practitioners, they would take
everyone outside, including me. Despite it being quite cold in March and April
in the suburbs of Beijing, we were taken outside in freezing weather for entire
mornings or afternoons. This happened quite frequently. For the awakened
practitioners, this was the test of life and death. Nevertheless, more and more awakened practitioners overcame difficulties and
remained firm in their decision. They continued to step forward and bravely
faced evil and violence. They cultivated, corrected their wrongs, and refused to
turn back from their decision. Whenever they fell, they would bravely get up and
stand firm! 15. Goods for Export from the Forced Labor Camps Sometimes between April and May 2002, just before I was sent to the
"absorption" brigade, I was able to leave the cell for a little more
than 20 days and allowed contact with practitioners in our brigade. Actually,
Jiao had an ulterior motive for this short-lived favor. She wanted to find
reasons for sending me to the absorption brigade. During those few days I was
forced to do slave labor just like all the other practitioners. Now, I knew of
the existence of goods made for export in forced labor camps. I understood that,
although being sold for a high price, they were made cheaply with the blood and
sweat of slave laborers. This made me realize mistakes of my past, which I
regretted deeply. All eight brigade sections occupied one area on the big field and formed a
circle. Everyone was knitting woolen scarves as fast as possible, because it was
rumored that the person in charge would come early in the afternoon to collect
the goods. But, if truth be told, many physically couldn't complete the task.
Thus, those who knitted the fastest from all classes were selected and ordered
to finish the knitting for the others. Criminal inmates were sitting next to me, waiting for the last scarf I was
knitting. I finished it as fast as I could. When I was finally done, I raised my
head, took a deep breath, and stretched. I had been sitting in one position for
several hours. I extended my stiff fingers with some effort, and it took a while
to be able to relax them. I was forced, because I couldn't be "transformed," to perform slave
labor. I produced the following products: wrapped chopsticks; insoles; and
knitted hats, gloves, scarves, and wool sweaters. Besides that I was forced to
move garbage, clean bathrooms, wash dirty clothes, dig holes for trees, and
clean rooms. I was involved in all work related activities at the camp. Besides
that, I had to perform other kinds of labor that was not asked of criminal
inmates and other practitioners. The work never stopped, and I earned lots of
revenue for the forced labor camp. As I was under close supervision, I was
involved in exhausting and grueling work. After the knitting "marathon," I was not allowed to rest. A
criminal inmate brought more work for me to do. We all had to knit scarves.
Everyone was forced to work just like a machine. There was no rest. Everything was a rush job. All practitioners had to get up
at 6 a.m. to begin work as early as possible. From after breakfast we worked
until noon. In the afternoon we worked from 1 p.m. to 6 p.m. That was not the
end of it. At night we worked from 7 p.m. to 10 p.m. I noted that winter and
summer schedules were not quite the same. No one was allowed to rest at noon
during times of rush deadlines or when too much work needed to be done. They
even had us work at night beyond 11 p.m. When knitting sweaters and gloves for
export, because of deadlines, the work was even more exhausting. The person responsible for export production required high quality work. We
might work an entire day and turn in several dozens of knitted gloves, with none
qualifying as export goods. They were all returned for repair or to be started
over from scratch. When the export contracting person, "the boss," sat
outside the door and waited, the guards had everyone work overtime, regardless
of age. At such times, no one was allowed to rest and worked around the clock.
One was not allowed to sleep until one had completed one's quota. There was a day when suddenly my eyes gave up--I couldn't see people in front
of me. Long term physical and spiritual torture, hunger and lack of nutrition,
damage to my eyes from being beaten by guards, and the around-the-clock work had
had a detrimental effect on my eyes. Everything was extremely blurry. At first I
thought it was because of the dark room, or because we were knitting black
gloves, so I changed to knitting white gloves, but everything was still blurry.
Soon I wasn't able to recognize people in front of me. Since I couldn't see
clearly, my knitting speed decreased and I was the slowest in the group. Now, I
suffered another round of torture. Deputy captain Huai called me to the lobby and forced me to work on the job
during the night. I stood in the lobby with two blurry eyes, extremely tired. I
had a difficult time to continue knitting. This kind of punishment actually had
no effect on me. Because, even if I finished my quota during the night, I could
only sleep a little bit between 2 or 3 a.m. or perhaps until 5 a.m. When it was
time to go to bed, I didn't even take off my clothes or shoes, as within a short
time I had to get up again and start working. Later, there were other people who
couldn't see clearly. Yet we were still forced to knit woolen sweaters, and the
amount of work never decreased. This is how the staff at the forced labor camp treated inmates and
practitioners alike. There is no justice, no morality, and the imprisoned just
work and see no return for their efforts. Sometimes a flower needed to be
embroidered on the backside of a glove. Embroidery is not easy. A pair of gloves
is made in three parts. Some people knit the wrists, some the palms, and some
the fingers. I always made the palm, and it's very complicated. My quota was
four palms daily. Quality was foremost on the list. Everything had to be export quality, for
which the standard was very high. All ten fingers had to be knitted perfectly.
Generally, quality control discarded 80 percent of our work and we had to start
from scratch. One pair of gloves needed so much effort to yield an export
quality pair of gloves. Yet, the labor fee was barely one yuan. I
never found out if the staff at the camp kept the money, or if the boss was
stingy. The factory workers who did quality-checks told us, "This pair of
gloves, if you sell it in a big mall, the price would be four or five hundred
yuan ($50-^60 US), but if exported, the price would be over $100 US." Maybe
these are the characteristics of "forced labor products?" I wonder who
pockets all that money. No wonder some Western people are angry with how such
products are produced. Talking about slave labor production helped me remember something from the
past. It was actually quite ironic. When I used to work as a government
official, for the "national benefit" (or rather, the benefit of CCP
members), for the fame and dignity of our nation, I once fought verbally with US
government officials. They had pointed out that China's exported goods were made
by inmates at forced labor camps, and our government denied it. I wanted to
uphold our country's dignity and gain benefits for our country, so I quickly
produced some so-called "investigative materials" as counter evidence.
I then quickly sent the material to the Chinese Department of State, other
involved agencies and officials, as well as the relevant embassies. We came up
with the same story, argued strongly, stopped the American people from
complaining any further, and gained the so-called "dignity" for our
"mother country." However, reality finally gave me a chance to know the truth and to let me
measure myself against things I did in the past. I was once the defender of the
national benefits, and then I became a prisoner in a forced labor camp and
produced these goods myself. I was so tired. I could no longer stand straight or
extend my fingers, and my vision was so blurry that I could not recognize people
in front of me. I had a feeling of being used and slapped in the face. Feelings about the
past were unbearable to recall. 16. Evil Jiao: "All That We Are Allowed or Forbidden to Do, We've Made
You Suffer Them" Despite being kicked and beaten, forced to stay awake day-in and day-out,
suffering hot or cold weather when forced outside, years of being hungry and
thirsty, my black hair turning white, dirty clothes and messy shirts, I still
smiled. I had--and have--the Buddha Law in my heart. I'd become the major reason for Jiao's anxiety. Higher officials assigned me
to her (originally I was in the First Brigade). She relentlessly tried to
"transform me" and hoped that I would become putty in her hands. She
would have received credit and a big bonus. But I never made her wish come true. With the passing of time, from being with the people who monitored me at all
times, I gradually realized that beginning with Li Lanqing, then the National
Party Committee and Labor Committee Leader, together with the Foreign Economics
Bureau, and the forced labor camp staff, everyone was paying attention to my
"transformation." They told the camp staff that I must be
"transformed" with whatever method could be employed. Thus, Jiao's
brains were exhausted in devising torture methods. She never stopped forming
"teams of assaulting the firm practitioners" but failed every time.
She constantly changed to different torture methods, starting with brutal
beatings, long term confinement, physical and spiritual torture, and all kinds
of brainwashing methods--she used them all. Finally one day, Jiao said to me disappointedly, "Zhang Yijie, all that
we are allowed or forbidden to do, we've made you suffer them." I then responded. "But, do you know the outcome of your actions?"
She looked at me diffidently and with eyes widely open. I said calmly: "Let
me tell you, all the things you did to me could only make me stronger and my
mind firmer." Jiao had nothing to say to me anymore. Jiao knew that her evil deeds had done everything but kill me. But she also
knew in her heart that even if she had taken my life, she still couldn't destroy
my belief. In reality, she had taken my life in a figurative sense many times. The
brutal beatings were meant to take my life. Torturing me day and night for 18
days without letting me sleep, and then 42 days of even more brutal torture,
each time more cruel than the previous time... All these tortures were meant to
take my life. The endless taking turns to torture me day and night and having
collaboarators who undermined the Fa attack me again and again. I see all these
as taking away my life--taking away all of my previous lives! One night during the 42 days' confinement in an isolation cell, the guards
ordered two criminals to take me outdoors where it was freezing and make me run
in the yard. It was a cold winter and even colder at night, and I was not
dressed for the cold outdoors. At that time, they had not let me sleep for an
entire month. I was exhausted from all the torture, and I could not move my
badly swollen legs and feet. I was running and stopping. The monitor person
pushed and dragged me and constantly kicked and hit me. When I really couldn't
move anymore, Zhang Su, a drug addict, madly hit my temple with her fist. I
heard a cracking sound, something that clearly was the crack of a bone.
"Bang," the back of my head heavily hit the concrete ground. A flash
of thought appeared on my mind: "This time it's over!" I passed out
instantly. After a long time, when I regained consciousness, Zhang Cuifen, a large
woman, pulled me up. I touched the back of my head and shook my head. There was
nothing wrong with me. I held my temple and thought that I was hit so hard, and that hitting a
person's temple is definitely deadly. I really heard the sound of a bone
cracking, but my head wasn't damaged at all. I again felt my temple. It was hard
to imagine, because it did not even hurt. Then I felt the back of my head. No
matter how I touched it and pressed it, I didn't feel any pain. It was as if I
wasn't hit at all. These kinds of things happened many times. The miracles that I experienced during the many times I was tortured showed
me that Dafa has given me infinite endurance! Dafa has given me a strong will,
strong enough to overcome any difficulties and tribulations! The supernormal
Dafa has given me the supernormal ability to bear hardships! During these seven years of unprecedented persecution of practitioners, there
were so many practitioners that challenged the limits of human endurance, an
endurance that cannot be explained with today's science. Many practitioners
protested with hunger strikes. They didn't eat or drink for two weeks, a month,
three months, five months, or even longer than half of a year. This has not been
a rare occurrence during the seven years of persecution. Despite inhuman torture
for 18 days, continually standing for 42 days and nights, suffering other types
of torture at the same time, and being forbidden to sleep, I survived because of
my supernormal strong will. How did I become supernormal? We understand that
it's Teacher that uses supernormal abilities to transform our bodies. Teacher is
guarding us and bearing for us. I can fully understand this now after suffering
these inhuman tribulations. The evil Jiao had indeed taken my life. Only because
of Teacher's protection could I walk out of that evil place alive. All that they
made me suffer in the end had no effect on my determination. I am still, and
will remain, a firm practitioner of Falun Dafa. Jiao lost all hope of "transforming" me. She was afraid of me. My
existence was a threat to her and an encouragement for other practitioners. The
minute she realized this, she had to get rid of me as fast as possible. By June
2002 I had stayed more than a year with Team No. 3. On June 28, I was called to the office. After I entered, I was surprised to
see no one from Team No. 3. There were three guards, including Director Shi of
the Education Branch. He looked as if he was ready to kill someone. Shi announced that I would be punished. They had decided to take me to the
concentrated training team for a month. They thought that I had been responsible
for Li Huixia's practicing Falun Gong again and that I spread Teacher's lectures
to other practitioners in the camp. I asked them to show me evidence. They
naturally could not provide any evidence. Generally, one's team leaders announced such punishment. But Jiao and the
rest of Team No. 3 kept out of sight in this case and deferred all actions to
the director. This changed the situation to one similar to a court proceeding.
And they even brought in two of the guards to watch me. When leaving the office, I saw Jiao hiding behind the door. When I looked
into her eyes, I noticed that she was frightened. She really looked pitiful, and
I remember her behavior to this day. That day, I was taken away from Team No.3, where countless Falun Dafa
practitioners were tortured. I knew that Jiao would face retribution for her
criminal actions against practitioners. I was now detained with the concentrated
training team. Once I arrived at the concentrated training team, deputy director Huai, who
was monitoring me, asked: "Zhang Yijie, do you hate us?" I looked at
her and answered calmly: "I wouldn't want to be re-educated by you!" After I was released and able to study the Fa diligently, I realized that
what I said was not within the Fa. What I said gave the impression that I
accepted the evil persecution, although Huai was shocked by it. � 17. Enlightenment While Being Persecuted Suddenly I realized I should clean up my environment. I had been forced to
write a daily report. I was not allowed to sleep until I submitted a report.
This had gone on for over a year. Now, I refused to write another report. After I cut the chain, they asked me why I refused to write the report. I
answered, "I was forced to write it. Now I don't want to write it anymore.
It's that simple." They just took my answer and did not argue with me. I
felt as if a large stone was lifted from my heart. I evaluated carefully my "compassion" and "tolerance"
level. I evaluated my past experiences against these two principles many times.
I needed to find out if my tolerance helped strengthen the evil. Whatever
happened to me on Chinese New Year's Eve made me realize that I had to take
control of my life. But, I also knew that there was no opportunity for filing a
lawsuit. I was watched around the clock. Even if I wrote a letter to the
prosecutors they would keep it in the camp and it would go nowhere. At the time
I believed that there was no way out of this deadlock. Unfortunately, the guards
asked Huang Ping to persecute practitioner Lang Zhongyue even more inhumanly. I
felt guilty. My "kindness" toward them made them behave worse. This
was the first time I realized that I was in the wrong and I was sad about it. At the time I was sentenced to forced labor, at the beginning of 2001, we
only thought of individual cultivation. I suffered all the inhuman mental and
physical torture, evaluating them with the principles of "compassion"
and "tolerance." I could give up everything, even my life. I resolved
early on that I would not be "transformed." I used all the strength
within me to protect the Fa in my heart. Jiao used to say, "Zhang Yijie
would bear anything except 'transformation.'" Afterward she told me,
"We did all we could or we couldn't to you." When she realized that
there was no further method she knew of that would change me she resolved to
send me to the concentrated training team where I would continue to be
persecuted. They extended my "sentence" by ten more months. Practitioners displayed in their demeanor "Truthfulness, Compassion,
Tolerance" and they shocked even the evil! But we did not fully understand
the Fa, although Teacher taught it in "Suffocate the Evil." But, I
couldn't quite understand it. Looking back now, I understand that Teacher
already talked about all the situations and theories before the persecution
began. What I remembered most clearly was, "What's there to fear? My body
would still sit there even with my head cut off." ("Huge
Exposure" from Essentials for Further Advancement) I shed tears.
That is right. Firmly believing in the Fa is a validation of the Fa. But the Fa
has boundless meanings. We are not only cultivating ourselves and validating the
Fa. We also have a mission as Fa-Rectification disciples. If we could not
realize this and could not take this step, the persecution would worsen. When I was taken to the concentrated training team, I had already matured and
I understood the Fa from within the Fa. Here, I had time to think about the
lecture notes and Teacher's poems I had obtained. With Teacher's guidance, I
took the step away from individual cultivation and became a Fa-rectification
disciple. While with the concentrated training team, I followed the Fa and knew what I
should do. I was telling the truth to the guards and I openly protested the
persecution. I resisted the playing of the tapes slandering Dafa. We practitioners in the concentrated training team cooperated with each
other. The environment improved. We were allowed to buy food and make phone
calls. I understood that we are one body. As long as we act as one body and keep
our righteous thoughts, our environment will be normal. 18. Falun Dafa Is the Righteous Law There was no clock and no calendar. I had no idea what date it was. At the
beginning, I was counting days. Later, I didn't care about the time anymore. But
one day my heart was restless and I just felt something was going to happen. I recalled something from the previous day. We were working. What did the
other practitioner try to tell me? Because of the guards, I did not understand
what she was trying to tell me. What did she want to tell me? At breakfast, we reported numbers, sang a song and began to eat. It was a
long line waiting to pick up food, and I was at the end. I knew something was
going to happen and I watched closely the long line in front of me. All of the
sudden, a shout came from somewhere in the line: "Falun Dafa is good!"
"Falun Dafa is the righteous law!" I finally knew what it was. As soon as I was about to shout it, too, I saw
someone hit the back of practitioner Ms. Chen, who had shouted "Falun Dafa
is good!" I shouted loudly: "Stop beating people! Falun Dafa is the
righteous law!" I believe my shouts shook heaven and earth. All the guards were shocked. Team
leader Jia yelled, "Go back!" I saw that the practitioner who had
shouted was surrounded by guards and several drug inmate "helpers."
They were dragging her toward the office. Generally, that meant a beating. After I got back to the room, two "helpers" were still in shock.
Usually they would jump up and beat me. The guards had given this order to the
criminal inmates. But today they looked as if they were in a daze, just as if
they had been reprimanded. They did not say a word. Director Jia broke in and asked loudly, "Zhang Yijie, what are you
trying to do?!" I answered: "Nothing. I said, 'Stop beating her . I
protest beating people! It's illegal!' Where did you take her?" Jia said: "She shouted a slogan and it is against the law!" I said: "Isn't beating people against law? If you punish the person who
shouted, you must punish the person who beat others as well. I'm waiting to see
how you handle this!" Jia was angry. He turned and walked away. A little later, team leader Zhao came in and said, "Zhang Yijie, I did
not beat anyone! I did not beat anyone!" I said calmly: "I didn't say
you beat Ms. Chen. I did not see clearly who did it, but I saw someone beat Ms.
Chen with a fist. If Ms. Chen is punished, I request whoever beat her gets
punished, too." Zhao left. I decided to go on a hunger strike. I looked at the meal but did not touch
it. I thought, "I must support Ms. Chen." I said I would wait and see
what happened. I was sure Jia and the other leader saw what I was doing through
monitoring devices. Soon, Zhao came again and said, "Ms. Chen returned to the dining room.
No one beat or punished her. She only sat in the office for a while and has
already returned to the dining room." I asked, "How can I trust
you?" Zhao looked quite sincere and said, "It's true. I can bring you
to see her if you doubt it. She's eating her meal." I thought about it and
then realized that she was not lying. Therefore, I said, "All right. I
believe you." Zhao said: "You can eat your meal." And she left. In the evening when we were watching the news, I saw that Ms. Chen sat at her
place. She looked unharmed. 19. Being Released (a) Taken To Prison It was close to the date of my release. My actual release date was September
2002 and it was now July 2003, because of the ten months they had added to my
term. The rumor was that practitioners who refused to be "transformed"
were given another ten months detention. And if they were not
"transformed" after ten months, they were taken from the forced labor
camp to a prison. I didn't know if this was true. But I knew it would affect me. I recall that
there were some practitioners who did very well until just before they were to
be released. But, when they were threatened with longer sentences, they agreed
to be "transformed" or wrote down things they should not write. In May, a practitioner who had to be released from the camp was taken at 5
a.m. We heard that she was taken to a prison. Then came my turn. And after me,
there would be six more people whose sentences were served. The authorities used
their last chance to try to "transform" us. I decided that, wherever I went, I would remain calm. With only two weeks
left, no one came to tell me anything With only a few days left, still nothing.
Other practitioners were all watching and hoping that I would be released. If I
was released they thought they would be, too. I gave some of my clothes and some other daily goods to several kind
"helpers" and prisoners who had longer sentences. Only three days
left. That morning leader Zhang suddenly came and called me to come along. She
took me through the gate. I asked, "Where are we going?" She answered,
"You will know soon." She took me to the visitors building. We went to the second floor. She opened
one door and asked me to go in. I saw a group of four or five policemen coming
from downstairs. I was surprised, since policemen were usually not seen in the
women's forced labor camp. What was this group doing here? I saw a policewoman
in the room. Were they going to keep me in confinement? I asked: "Why did
you bring me here? I won't be 'transformed.'" Zhang said: "Oh,
nothing. You stay here for two days and then you will be released."
"If I'm being released, why do you detain me here and not let me go
openly?" Suddenly I understood: they wanted to release me quietly. Half an hour later, the policemen brought my belongings and left. I looked at
those things. They even brought the things I did not want anymore. I could only
imagine how those four men had broken into the female cell and packed up
everything of mine. They were pretending that I was detained and would receive
another long sentence. They wanted it to serve as a warning for others. If not
"transformed" there would be a prison sentence. They were making a
show. A normal release procedure is to tidy up a day before one is released. The
second day, family members would bring clean clothing, and the person would
change. The director would take the person through the prison door to the
outside, while other prisoners waved good-bye. They made a real show of my release. They wanted to keep me isolated from the
others and then release me quietly. They wanted the others to think that if they
were not "transformed" they would be given another sentence to be
served in a prison. They sometimes succeeded with their charade and frightened
people. Now I was isolated from the others. I wanted to expose their game, but I
didn't know how to proceed. (2) What Really Matters Is That You Persecuted Falun Dafa I walked to and fro in the corridor, so guard Zhang asked, "What are you
doing, Zhang Yijie?" "I'm practicing walking," I said. "I
was held captive for nearly two and a half years in that small cell with little
or no space. One is not even allowed to go 'outside for fresh air,' a privilege
even given to criminal inmates. It was a 'privilege' if one was given the
opportunity to fetch hot water with the others, go for a walk outside, look at
the blue sky and take in a breath of fresh air while being in the 'Special
Training Team' section." There would still be a long way for me to go once I was released! I walked
despite my injured legs, still wondering if I would be able to leave this place.
Was it really true that this nightmare would come to an end? I was not excited,
but still some type of sentiment came over me at times. I couldn't figure out
what this sentiment was about. I could not guess what this feeling represented. I looked through the window at the end of the hallway and saw the marvelous
blue sky and the green trees. I'd never envisioned that I would leave with
dignity. Whenever I watched practitioners being released they were waving. I
sighed with emotion and felt sorry for them. I held the thought at times that
this would not be the way I would leave. I usually thought only of leaving the
land beneath my feet. I never thought of green trees and blue sky. It was as if
they did not exist. The scene changed and it was as if they were so close to me
and the boundless universe was only one step away, but the picture was still
tinged with dark clouds moving along the sky and an occasional flash of
lightning followed by thunder. As I thought, I walked slowly on unsteady legs. I couldn't help longing for
the magnificent day when the "Fa rectifies the human world." The two guards on duty asked me, "What will you do once you are
released?" I answered, "If I was dismissed by my work unit, I will find another
job. If not, I will work there." Zhang told me then, "I didn't mean that. I meant if you can sign a
'guarantee statement' not to practice?" I finally knew what they wanted to know. I told her calmly, "I will not
sign the guarantee statement or write anything else. How I make my living is my
concern. If this is the condition for releasing me, you may as well take me back
to my cell now." She said, "I didn't imply that." I said: "That's fine, then." That day we were at peace with each
other. The morning of the next day, the day of my release, Zhang brought something
for me sign. I told her, "Sorry, but I refuse to sign." She responded, "I think you'll need to sign this document, won't you?" She took
out the deposit slip I for me to sign so she could return my property. At that
time, I realized that someone was taking photos of me from the front and back.
They made sure that they caught my face on film. I turned back immediately and
lowered my head and stood next to her. She followed me and was on her knees to
take some more photos. I turned another time and she followed once more. I
suddenly realized that they could use of this photo and tell others that I had
been transformed. The photos would show that I was in cahoots with the police,
that we were standing next to each other. How intimate! I stood up straight and told her, "You can't take my photo without my
permission." She then stood up. When I bent down to sign the document for my deposit, she
tried to take another photo. I asked, "Why don't you listen to what I
said?" I said, "Why didn't you take photos of the others when they were
leaving. Is your duty to just take a photo of me? And another thing, why didn't
you take a photo when my face was bruised and black and swollen from the
beatings? Why didn't you exercise your duty then? Why didn't you take a photo of
me at that time?" The female guard was speechless and stopped taking
photos. Then the educational section guards, in charge of handing out punishment
arrived, holding files in their hands. They opened up the file, asked questions,
and got ready to put down my answers. The taking of photos and making notes were for a special reason, as other
practitioners were not required to go through these procedures when they were
released. I thought that they planned to make a record for "important
people." This was not good, so I wouldn't cooperate with them. I soon calmed down, but the solemn and strong feeling to face death
unflinchingly rose again inside me. When writing this, another thought came to me about keeping in mind or making
notes when something is important. It is about the guards, the team chief and
also the head of the prison. By being with them those two-and-a-half years, I
did see and feel a little of their good sides, something decent left in their
human natures. Once a team chief said to me," Since I have been associated
with all of you, my temper towards my family has really changed for the better,
and I also understand much of the human truth." I believe what she said
came from the bottom of her heart. Speaking to those who showed their good sides, I'm telling you now that it is
for your and your family's benefit if you try to open and hold on to the
goodness in your heart, put down the "butcher's knife" and stop your
criminal activities. Only then is there a future for you--but only if you can
pull back before it is too late. You should take responsibility for your own
lives and future. Anybody who participated in the persecution of Falun Gong must
pay for it, and those police and guards who treated Dafa disciples well must
always remember the proverb that good deeds will bring rewards and bad deeds
will result in retribution. The universal principle of "Truthfulness,
Compassion, Tolerance" will eventually judge every human being. As to the male and female police and guards and everyone who participated in
persecuting me, I have one thing to say to you: "It doesn't matter if you
tortured, harassed or hurt me, because I am only an ordinary cultivator. I won't
carry any resentment, hatred, nor memory of what happened. I do not carry the
wish to retaliate. But it really matters if you persecuted Falun Dafa, for that will decide your life and your future. Therefore, I hope you will think
it over." Then the head of the special training team arrived. She finally gave me the
letters that I had asked for many times and which she had refused to hand over.
I opened several outdated letters from my family, which had been torn open. I
read them slowly, having an upset feeling inside me. This little bit of kindness
made me feel that everything had passed. Several female guards asked me to change into the clothes that my family had
brought. I then walked slowly downstairs and towards the entrance door of the
forced labor camp. As I turned the corner of the building I suddenly stopped in amazement. Almost the entire special training team, except for the several "higher
level people," including the officers on duty, were in front of me, face to
face. Everyone held an amazed expression on her face. I think this expression
said, "Oh, she was not taken to a prison, she is going home!" As to
the facial expression of the guards, it was quite surprising. To me, it was
awkwardly colorful. There was surprise, complaint, and depression written all
over their faces. I was close to shouting loudly, "How do you feel now?
Really too bad! I really was released!" I just watched them, smiling, and we walked away from each other. The news of my going home would spread to everyone in the special training
team within ten minutes. The lies about having been taken to the prison would be
exposed. Postscript: I Deeply Regret My Actions One day I received a strange telephone call at home. The person said in a low
and depressed sounding voice: "I want to speak to Zhang Yijie." I
answered: "This is she." After a long silence came the weeping voice
from the other end. She said: " I am so-and-so from the special training
team. I once participated in torturing you. I was the one responsible for having
your sentence extended by ten months. I deeply regret my actions towards Master,
Falun Dafa, and you. I now understand the truth!" Tears immediately came to
my eyes. Still holding the receiver, I replayed the scenes in the special
training team in my mind. It was vivid and just as if it had happened yesterday.
All the people in that unit filed through my mind, just like a movie, but
nothing else could make me feel more gratified than hearing what I just heard. I
said repeatedly, "To be aware is good! To be aware is OK!" As I put down the receiver, my face was bathed in soundless tears and I wept
for a long time. I felt that my entire mind and body was immersed in the Fa's
grand mercy. I knew that it was Master's boundless benevolence and mercy that
had brought about this change in a disciple who once went astray. I thought of
Chen Ying and the many statements on the Clearwisdom website that were written
by awakened hearts who regretted their participation in the persecution. I wept
for the many who were still on the wrong path and had not yet returned. In fact, we have all experienced the same kinds of thoughts during our
cultivation process. We all let go of our human attachments and aberrations
thanks to the broad and profound mercy of Master and the Fa, and we became more
and more purified and walked a straighter path. After being released from the forced labor camp, I diligently read Master's
lectures and made up for missed lessons. A nameless longing for the beginning of
the Fa-rectification in the evil camp environment gave birth to many human
attachments. Through diligent Fa-study, I gained a complete and profound
understanding of Master's fundamental position concerning the persecution. Now I
have a deep understanding of disciples taking the most righteous path. I also
found the limitations and defects I still held in my thoughts when facing the
persecution and the areas that needed to be reinforced. During this process,
Master's grand mercy melted the obstacles and knots in my heart. Master's
concerned and tireless teaching addressing the lost and "transformed"
students, and the prolonged waiting for them gave me a deep shock. At first I
nursed some disaffections within me, because of the long and bitter wait that
made one day seem like a year, being exposed to the inhuman violence, and
because of being confronted daily with the evil faces in the forced labor camp.
All this created a vivid pattern in my memory and associated behavior. I
murmured with tears in my eyes to Master while reading Fa, "Master, are
they worth saving? You know that they are as bad as the evil wants them to
be!" But, as I read one lecture after another, my face was covered with tears over
and over again. I felt as if all had been resolved, that all disaffections were
resolved and what appeared as unconquerable pain was dissolved by the great
mercy of Master and the boundlessness of the Fa. My heart and soul were
enveloped by the everlasting and broad benevolence and mercy, penetrating my
spirit and every cell of my body. I now had a brand new understanding and way of
looking at the persecution, past experiences, and myself. Therefore, I want to say to you, the lost disciples of Falun Dafa, from deep
within my heart: "Master is still waiting for your return. Before the Fa-rectification
arrives, Master is still giving you time to come back and amend for your
wrongdoings. He is giving you the chance to change direction. But remember the
Chinese proverb, 'There will be one or two chances, but there will be no third
and fourth chance.' You can't just turn a blind eye to the chances Master is
giving you. As to the present situation, the Fa-rectification and the great
historical moment in human history is drawing closer. Therefore, your chances to
be saved will become less and less. You must understand that there is a
possibility of your awakening being too late! "Your thousands of years' of waiting will be ruined in a moment, and the
innumerable trials and hardships we have suffered during these thousands of
years will be for nothing. Also, the trials and tribulations we suffered when
coming down level after level will have lost any and all meaning. Then, all
which is left will be a moment's ending and then centuries of endless regret. "The path is under your feet, but you must choose the direction you will
take. All of you who are humans today, including those who are doing evil, it is
for you to choose 'Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance' or viciousness. Everyone
is judged as to their consciousness at any one time, their moral behavior,
justice, kindness, and evil deeds every minute and second. Remember that this is
the choice of life or death. Even you, the most vicious ones, if you can drop
your hatchet and truly accept 'Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance,' and at the
same time compensate for all the losses you have caused as soon as possible, you
still have a chance. If you accept the principles 'Truthfulness, Compassion,
Tolerance' you will not be discarded by history. But remember, you have to truly
become kind." The principles "Truthfulness, Compassion, Tolerance" are Noah's Ark
for mankind. All those who were vigilant and awakened to a life of goodness are
going to board this ship and sail towards their predestined destiny. From deep within my heart, I wish all awakened disciples a great journey and
wish for the awakening of lost and hesitant students. I hope that they catch up
to the Fa-rectification, follow Master's teachings, and do the three
things, to not fail the tens of thousands of years' waiting and march
forward to the last great return. Addendum I am from Changchun, Jilin Province, and a graduate of Jilin University.
After graduation I was assigned to work at the Ministry of Economic Relations
and my task was to analyze foreign countries. In 1982, the three Ministries of
the State Council merged into one and became the Ministry of Foreign Trade and
Economic Cooperation. I was also assigned to that Ministry. From the middle of
the 1980s to the beginning of the 1990s, I was assigned to the Chinese Embassy
in Romania as second secretary. After being reassigned back to China I continued to work in the
administration of that Ministry (now the Ministry of Commerce) as a section
director until 1999, when I was persecuted for practicing Falun Dafa. I began to cultivate in Falun Dafa in 1995. I was persecuted for not
renouncing Falun Gong from that day in July 1999 when the Chinese Communist
regime banned Falun Gong. Because, seven years ago, the former evil head of the
Chinese Communist regime, Jiang Zemin, gave the order "to destroy them
physically, starve them financially and destroy them mentally and
spiritually," I lost my basic right to earn a living and live a normal
life. I was harmed physically and mentally. Because of the rule "guilt by
association," my family and relatives suffered and still suffer from this
persecution. After the CCP publicly declared the ban on Falun Gong in July of 1999, the
administrative service at the Ministry began a full investigation on Falun Gong
cultivators. I have suffered attacks, suppression and persecution of various
kinds for appealing to higher authorities, since asking for an end to the
persecution on July 21, and for declaring openly that I would not renounce Falun
Gong. Between July 1999 and March 2003, I lost the Party secretary title, Party
membership, and administrative director's title, was demoted to the lowest staff
level, was dismissed from the civilian ranks, and was finally driven out of the
administration of that Ministry. After that, I was persecuted for reporting the facts of Falun Gong to the
higher authorities and for refusing to give up my belief. The police detained me
four times in a detention center and twice in a police substation and a school.
I became homeless and police took me to an asylum. I was sent to a brainwashing
center and suffered brainwashing twice. In May 2001, I was illegally sentenced
to one and a half years in a forced labor camp for refusing to
"transform" at the brainwashing center. In the camp, my imprisonment
was prolonged for ten months for refusing to be "transformed." I once had a peaceful and harmonious family and was rather wealthy. All this
was destroyed by the persecution. Monitoring and harassment destroyed our peace.
The "Breaking them economically" policy ruined us financially, and
separation and anger destroyed our once harmonious family. After I was persecuted, in September 2000 my son and daughter passed the
college entrance exam. But, because I was now at the lowest staff rank, I could
not afford to send them to college. Our living conditions were poor, and my
entire family had sunk deeply. Especially from 2001 to 2003, during the two
years when I was in imprisoned, my work unit stopped my paycheck. My family's
life was extremely difficult. My husband could not find any way to bring us out
of this economic plight and finally had to sell the house because we could no
longer pay our mortgage. All his salary went for school and living expenses for
the entire family. For several years my entire family suffered hardship, turmoil, and
harassment. It is difficult to describe the bitterness. And the worst of it was
the "implication" policy. My relatives in my birthplace of Changchun
also suffered from the persecution. They were troubled quite a lot. The topic of my husband I have tried to avoid until now. He has suffered from
the "guilt by association" policy for a long time, and I can do
nothing to protect him when facing such a powerful government, not even to give
him some peace. He was head of our country's trade and economic affairs with European
countries and a very busy person. Even so, the evil used him as a bargaining
chip in persecuting me, and even threatened him from the day when they tried to
force me to "transform" and renounce Falun Dafa. The leaders of the
Ministry asked him to be present at every discussion they held with me, and they
exerted pressure on him to force me to "transform." I did not swerve
from my decision to remain firm in Falun Gong, even when they threatened me over
and over again with dismissal and expulsion. I stood openly by my decision and
told them that Falun Dafa practitioners were of high morals and the so-called
"ban" was wrong. They even sent someone to read a letter during a
public occasion: "If you still stand by Zhang Yjiet, we will have to make a
decision about your employment." They also threatened him: "Concerning
this issue, you must think clearly. You have to align yourself with that of our
Party at the Ministry when handling the problem of Zhang Yijie." When my
husband received the news that I was about to be taken to the forced labor camp,
he went to reason with Ministry leaders. They told him: "We are shocked by
your action and will bear in mind your behavior. I'll write the following down,
'Zhang Yijie cares for nothing but Falun Gong. Her family means nothing to her.'
Why can't you see it?" In April of 2000, I was transferred to a lower level research center and
prevented from working. I had nothing to do other than just sit there, day-in
and day-out. All I did was fetch hot water, clean the floor, and get newspapers.
I was treated as an outsider, an outcast. Persecution from all sides never
ceased. Since my release from the forced labor camp, staff from the residential
committee and my work unit monitored have me at all times. The leader of my work
unit said, "You are different than the others, as you did not
'transform.'" When I go to the office, the security guards at our living
quarters are forced to get on the regular bus to follow me. My telephone at work
and home are monitored. I often find myself followed clandestinely. Especially
on sensitive days, they don't even hide that they follow me. The security guards
put a desk in the entrance of my apartment building and stay there for eight
hours each day. I'm monitored daily. I am not allowed to leave Beijing without
the authorization of higher authorities. My vacation leave and visits to
relatives must be reported and approved by higher authorities. I can't have
visitors and am not allowed rest in the assembly room at noon. They also have
not paid my thirteenth salary for some time. When everyone gets a raise I won't.
Last March, during the conferences of the People's Congress and the Political
Consultative Conference, two fellows from the Beijing Public Security Bureau broke into my desk drawers when I was absent. I was deprived of my vacation
privilege groundlessly, and there is so much more humiliation I have to suffer. I want to tell and warn those who continue to swing the butcher's knife to
stop persecuting Falun Gong and accept the opportunity to survive. Treat
practitioners well, accumulate good deeds and associated blessings for yourself
and your families. Leave your door open so you will survive! I call on people worldwide who hold justice high in their hearts to help
bring an end to this persecution suffered by Falun Dafa practitioners in China! I call for human rights and for lawlessness to end! I call for an awakening
of conscience and justice! I call for an end to the persecution! Let us, people who uphold goodness and justice worldwide, stand hand-in-hand
and welcome a new mankind, a mankind where the Buddha's light shines everywhere,
and happiness reigns everywhere! November 14, 2006
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