There are still differences between somebody with great inborn quality and somebody with good or poor inborn quality. It is extremely difficult to find someone with great inborn quality, as it will take a very long historical period for such a person to be born. Of course, a person with great inborn quality must first have a great amount ofde and a very large field of this white substance—this is certain. Meanwhile, this person should also be able to endure the toughest hardships of all. He must have a mind of great forbearance, too, and be able to sacrifice. He must be able to preservede as well, have good enlightenment quality, and so on.
—Master Li Hongzhi
from Zhuan Falun
de (duh): "Virtue," "merit"; a precious white substance.
Early in my investigations, which I truly did make, I began to see discrepancies in reports, including my own, published in The People’s Voice and the realities of Falun Gong worship as it existed amongst the populace. I knew better than to openly question my findings, my naiveté did not extend so far, but I did begin to embark upon a series of covert inquiries into the genuine circumstance of the strange situation. More than professionally, I was curious as to the nature of the mystifying new philosophy that was spreading throughout my homeland.
China thirsted for new ideas in the void left in the wake of free markets and open trade. As our once fiercely contested ideology slipped away, Chinese pride fell upon the dull caprice of technological and manufacturing advancement, leaving our souls empty and without recourse. My own spirit, a vacuum devoid of meaningful encounter, longed for such an elixir. With no children or wife of my own, a slave to my employer and the constant tedium of editorial appeasement, I felt the profound want as much as the next poor Henan rice farmer. The yin-yang of our ancestors had mutated into an insidious three-part mechanism as the Western Dynamic of Money, Power, and Sex succeeded in its long process of infiltration; our natures thrown forever out of the beauteous harmony that they had engaged for many thousands of years. As the rest of the world encroached, China fell victim to the peculiarly Western phenomena of postmodern alienation. As a people, we strained for traditional recourse to the existential woe that caused our malaise and discontent, and many it seemed found just what they sought in the teachings of the supposedly evil man Mr. Li Hongzhi. As a result, Falun Dafa grew like a wild weed in the streets. Pamphlets were passed in every apartment building, neighborhoods sang with the verse of Mr. Li Hongzhi. Words whispered in passing grew into large public demonstrations of support. The Falun Dafa emblem began appearing on every Beijing corner, covering base and simple CCP graffiti:
A curious emblem, indeed! I wondered of the symbolism and even if Mr. Li Hongzhi and the Falun Gong members were somehow affiliated with 20th-century Western practices far more reprehensible than I had imagined. One afternoon, while studying the strange emblem that had curiously appeared on an alley wall not far from my apartment, a young gentleman came up behind me and spoke in an aggravated tone, “What’s this you’re looking at, pal? This looks like Hitler stuff! Did you paint this here? What’s the big idea, huh? Mark my words, I’ll report this to the authorities lickety-split!"
I was alarmed by the man’s misapprehension of the situation and somewhat fearful of the ensuing interrogation should he report me and attempted to subdue his quick temper. “That is quite a reasonable and noble response, sir,” I replied, “but I assure you I am not the vagrant in question. I have merely stumbled upon this illicit graffito much as you have and was attempting to make sense of what type of villainous deviant would mar our fine city with such uniformly disgusting symbolism.” He looked at me quizzically as I continued, “But, truth be told, this is not the Nazi symbol of which your implication speaks. If its corner tilted to this side,” I motioned towards the wall, “then it would indeed be ‘Hitler stuff,’ as you say. As it is now, this symbol has a rich history throughout the entire world going back thousands of years, notably in the native religions of Asia, but also has appeared independently in the Europe and the Americas.”
Unconvinced by my explanation of the historic nature of the co-opted symbol, the man spat on the ground, called me “asshole,” and moved on.
Aware of the increasing hullabaloo surrounding the symbol, and to greater satisfaction than I had managed, Mr. Li Hongzhi similarly went on to answer questions as to the nature of the symbol’s possible interpretation in an interview with an Australian magazine. He put the matter to rest with a characteristic finality, “Some people say that it stands for good fortune, which is an interpretation of everyday people. Let me tell you that signifies a Buddha’s level.”
Mr. Li Hongzhi indeed had an answer for every eventuality. But even more than just that given the fierce loyalty he spawned in his followers. What truth did he profess that gave his students the courage to challenge the authoritarian state so omnipresent that even I, a journalist and respected member of the community, felt the pinch of my repression in my writing and day-to-day activities? What did he offer that was so powerful to make them unafraid of reprisal? I myself had been searching for such liberation for as long as I could remember. I often felt out of sorts, even shameful, when trying to understand my own motivations and actions in this life. It would have been ridiculous of me to deny the possibilities of what had given so many of my brothers and sisters hope and purpose. I simply had to know if what Mr. Li Hongzhi claimed was the truth, or if he was the brainwashing villain the media made him out to be. I would find out.
One afternoon, I went by the postal station when returning from work, as was customary for me on Mondays and Thursdays. I was in something of a hurry, so I only gave the delivered mail a most cursory glance and merely put it into my satchel and continued on my way home. I had ridden my bicycle to work that morning as there had been a light drizzle when I awoke and did not feel up to walking in the rain, preferring to end my commute as soon as was possible. It seemed a responsible course of action.
Imagine then my alarm as I stepped out of the building, where I had been inside for only a few minutes, to find the back tire of my bicycle completely without air! I bent over to inspect the tire in an attempt to get to the bottom of the strange occurrence. I was, however, not long in my wonder. A gash several centimeters long was clearly in evidence. I looked about, dismayed at whatever callow vandal would commit such a disgraceful act on one of the many bicycles parked in front of the postal station. At first I saw no one out of character, merely the standard hustle and bustle of an early evening Beijing street, but then my eyes alighted upon a strange character, but all the more strange as I had seemingly seen his brother or cousin several times before, or more likely, it was in fact the same boy. As my eyesight was not tip top, I could not be sure, but it looked very much like the boy I had seen on this or that street corner in the prior months, the boy who had once sunk his teeth deep into my hand, lamenting his victimization by Mr. Li Hongzhi. This time though, his appearance was quite clean, and he was dressed in a simple uniform of loose silk trousers and a similar shirt. He was also without his gaudy jewelry or footwear; in fact, he had no shoes whatsoever, and his bare feet appeared to hover several inches above the pavement. The boy seemed to be floating above the ground! I forgot my vandalized tire and rubbed my eyes in surprise. As my vision cleared, my initial observation that he was levitating maintained its claim on my senses, and more so, he appeared to be staring directly at me through a milling crowd that paid no notice to his monkish look or feats of magic. He grinned and my bicycle fell to the ground unnoticed, slipping out of my clammy hands. Nor here would my reason return, for he then seemed to rush towards me, his deep black eyes taking up the entirety of my vision, before his shining face once again came into focus. We must have been 30 meters apart, but I could see every individual strand of his hair, every movement of his nostrils, even the wind moving the dirt and dust over his skin. He began to speak, though his lips did not move. And I heard him, but not with my ears, somehow in my stomach or perhaps kidneys. I could feel him inside of me: Master Li is New Messiah. He is teacher and we but lowly pupil. Hearing his words, we are Commanded. He gives us joy. He gives us health and fitness. We are not concerned with Insignificant Matter of The World. We have reached Higher Plain of Existence. We have seen beyond time and limited construct of three-dimensional space. The Day of Judgment is come and those under Alien Control will perish in the bitter flame of their own making. Master Li is One and True Savior!
His words finished, I was struck dumb. In my shock, I stepped back in an attempt to regain myself, and tripped over my fallen bicycle. I heard a high titter as my rear end hit the pavement. From the ground I looked up, searching for the floating child, but only saw a dirty urchin giggling and pointing at me. I looked at my hands, scraped red by my fall, and attempted to stand, but was unable to lift myself off the ground until a stranger pulled me to my feet.
“Hey buddy! You alright there? Took a bit of a spill, didn’t ya! You should watch were you’re going, or get some city legs. Ha ha!”
I looked into the man’s grinning face and nodded. “Thank you sir, yes, I do not know what came over me.” Then I remembered. “Did, did you see that beautiful boy?”
“Beautiful boy? What? Wait a second, you mean that crusty little ball of shit over there?” he said, motioning to the urchin so enjoying my mishap. “Not so beautiful you ask me. Get out of here you little shit! Why dontcha’ go pull your dinner out of a trash bin and quit making trouble for decent people or I’ll give you some real trouble quick!” He feinted a lunge at the urchin boy and then laughed as the boy scurried away through the crowd. “Don’t mind those kids, buddy, they’re just worthless punks, that’s all. You okay? Nothin’ broke?”
“Yes, uh, I am well. That boy, no, he did not intend harm, he is merely an unfortunate son of modern times. He knows not what he does, he, uh, knows no better. The boy though, I meant the other, he was over there,” I pointed towards the former location of the strange apparition, “dressed in silk. He was floating.”
“Huh? I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You sure you didn’t hit your head buddy? I don’t see squat, ‘specially not some kid in a boat. The river’s miles from here. You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes sir, uh, yes, I am fine. Thank you again. I am sorry to have disturbed you. Thank you for assisting me. I think perhaps I am just hungry, not feeling well.”
“Damn right pal! Me too! In fact, I’m late for dinner, the old bag’s gonna let me have it for sure! I better get a move on. You’ll be fine once you get some noodles in ya. Hey, take it easy pal, alright?”
With that the stranger rushed off and I stood there trying to make sense of all that had just occurred. That strange boy! Who was he? Was he the same boy I had seen on the streets before, denying the truth as professed by Mr. Li Hongzhi? What evil tricks did he possess that he could stand above the ground? And what of his words? Could this be more of Mr. Li Hongzhi’s devilry? I entertained the possibility that perhaps Mr. Li Hongzhi had become familiar with my articles in The People’s Voice and in his anger towards my editorial stance had decided to play a cruel trick on me. In my reporting I had heard of similar sightings, illusions perpetrated on the innocent; Mr. Li Hongzhi was purported to have a whole staff of cheap parlor magicians and Hollywood special effects technicians working in his service. A levitating boy was certainly within their capability. But why me? What had I done but my duty to the press and the Chinese people? What purpose could be served by such antics? I remembered my vandalized bicycle and looked down upon it. The two oddities, the crime done to my bicycle and the floating boy, insured that something was indeed amiss. I stooped to pick it up and began to wheel it home, careful not to put an undue amount of weight on the defeated tire.
Back in my apartment, I sat at the kitchen table and continued to puzzle over the strange happenings, until my growling stomach relegated them to the same status as had the kind gentleman who had helped me stand. I began to prepare dinner and dismissed the evening from my mind. The perpetrator of my slashed tire was likely the same laughing urchin as had witnessed my fall. I could not blame him for his behavior; he was obviously of poor stock and uneducated. The floating boy was simply the product of my fatigue and the stress of recent months, likewise my auditory hallucination. He was probably a street acrobat, performing for change for the businesspersons, like myself, traveling home for the evening. Any other theory was preposterous. Surely Mr. Li Hongzhi, sitting in his mansion in the United States of America, was not interested in me, but a lowly newspaper reporter for The People’s Voice. What a ridiculous idea! I chuckled aloud and permitted myself a small vice in succor: I eagerly read the entertainment pages while I ate my dinner.
As I was preparing for sleep, it came to me that it was a Thursday night, a night of which I normally reserved approximately 45 minutes for reading the incoming mail that I would routinely pick up on my way home from work. In the disarray of my evening I had completely forgotten! Due to the nature of the unusual circumstances, I agreed to allow myself to retire at a slightly later hour than I was normally accustomed. I got up from my bed and returned to the kitchen to gather my satchel.
It was a fairly standard collection for a Thursday’s mail. I was, however, pleased to see the arrival of the new issue of my favorite culinary magazine. I do so enjoy reading about what marvels the region’s chefs are performing! I scanned the magazine for a few moments, before I was almost about to leave the mail and return to bed when, like an onrushing thundercloud over an otherwise quiet plain, a strange sensation caused me to look once more into the satchel with a queer feeling that I had perhaps mislaid one final article. I was strangely unsurprised to see a folded yellow brochure mixed in with my work materials. When I saw the title, I knew the floating boy was no illusion.
BUDDHA FA IS MOST PROFOUND
BUDDHA FA is more greater than spaceships and satellites. BUDDHA FA is more powerful than medicine or “religion.” BUDDHA FA is understood as “religion” or “philosophy” only by scholars for purely research purposes. These sorts that fly in spaceships to other planets than this one yet do not understand the Mysteries of the Mind. BUDDHA FA is not limited to Sutras, or Nibana, even Metta Bhavana. This is but a small facet of Dao when organisms and elements are moving in the universe. BUDDHA FA is a Greater Mystery and the practice of Zhen-Shan-Ren or the practice of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is the Clue. Stubborn people think science can solve problems, when BUDDHA FA is the only true solution.
Master Li Hongzhi says this in his book Zhuan Falun. It contains the complete teachings of Falun Gong and is available on the website at no cost. In the book, Master Li says, “Our Falun Dafa is one of the eighty-four thousand cultivation ways in the Buddha School. During the historical period of this human civilization, it has never been made public. In a prehistoric period, however, it was once widely used to provide salvation to humankind. In this final period of Last Havoc, I am making it public again.”
Thank you Master Li for bringing Falun Dafa to light after this period of blindness. It is Dharma-Ending!
You can ask now, how do I become one with the Dao of Master Li? For the first part, it is possible to download for free from the website two books that will help you to understand the beginnings of Falun Dafa Cultivation Practice. There are familiar things in the books because they are written of Universal Truths. Everyone who is reading them will understand everything in the books because of this. It will take very little study for you to see that they are a part of you and have perhaps been there inside of your body for all eternity of humankind and before. This is why they are called Universal. When you have the books you may proceed or it is possible to change the order also.
Cultivation practice begins with exercise, meditation, and teachings from ancient times. The most famous element of Falun Gong Cultivation Practice is exercises similar to T’ai Chi Ch’uan: Supreme Ultimate Boxing of the Boundless Fist. These exercises are called Qigong. Now you are asking, What is Qigong? There are many Qigong masters who have answers to this question. All of what they say is different than the teachings of Master Li for many reasons. The most important is that Master Li is seeing Qigong from a higher level than all the other masters. It is not to say that the others are bad, it is just different. They do not understand anything from a higher level. It is like the Third Eye, many people have different ideas about the function and location of the Third Eye for the same reason. They do not know. Master Li does.
Most masters do not know that Qigong comes from prehistory. They listen to the words of geology and science so it is impossible for them to see that Qigong is prehistoric. The oldest age any other Qigong master would say is 5000 years when the truth is more ancient. There are many examples of the falsity of astronomical time described by science. The pyramids built by the Old Ones on Antarctic Continent are but one! There has been humankind as it is now before. In Peru there is an engraving of a figure from 30000 years ago. The figure is wearing tight pants and carrying a telescope. Most people say the telescope was invented by Galileo 300 years ago, but this could not be true if you look at this carving. There are also frescoes in South Africa of characters wearing business suits and smoking pipes. These paintings are several hundred thousands years old painted in minerals. Perhaps they were produced by apes!
One very interesting example is the nuclear reactor in the African Republic of Gabon. Scientists have estimated that it was constructed 2 billion years ago. These are figures proved by astronomy and cannot be explained by Darwin or other masters burdened by uncultivated thinking.
When they hear these facts, many people ask, Is Qigong so old? The answer is yes. Qigong was not invented by this humanity but by many previous humanities. It is like the Buddha explained when he spoke of seven previous masters. Cultivation Practice is more ancient than anything, and the Qigong of Falun Dafa is the genuine Cultivation Practice.
Many people who are novices of Qigong have heard many stories that Qigong has major effect on the health of practitioners engaged in Cultivation Practice. For example, some silly novice may claim, “It is very good and can lick stress!” This is a foolish and shallow example of Qigong. The power of Qigong is much greater but it is not your fault for thinking this because many “so-called” masters talk of health and fitness like these are the goals. This is Western Thinking and is by its nature without cultivation. Well-formed abdominal muscles cannot lead to salvation, even if they are attractive to members of the opposite sex. This is only a byproduct of cultivation. There is much more to gain than health and fitness but they will come also. Qigong is a supernormal practice and will cultivate supernatural abilities for all practitioners.
Examples of Qigong exercise are like Buddha Displaying a Thousand Hands, which uses soft movements to open the body’s energy channel, Penetrating the Two Cosmic Extremes, that purifies the body using energy from the cosmos, and Way to Strengthening Higher Abilities, a meditation that incorporates special hand positions to strengthen higher abilities and energy. All of these work and are very good. If you would like to join in Cultivation Practice, please do and you will feel better very soon.
I began to collect pamphlets gathered off the street and taken from sandwich boards tilted in dusky alleys here and there. I even clipped articles from other newspapers than The People’s Voice, articles I had not written, in order to study the problem further and with greater scope. Then, at significant personal risk were a CCP official to visit my home, I pinned all of the materials I gathered to a wall in my flat on a large piece of posterboard; this allowed me to envision the project holistically and within a graphic context. I made up an elaborate methodology of notekeeping in order to get to the bottom of the many jarring contradictions that I saw as so evidently on the wall before me. It was an ingenious system of multi-colored post-it notes dividing themes and general categories of gross injustice with corresponding hues of hi-lighter signifying the corresponding text. This mode of cross-referencing served me well and saved a great many hours of my fruitlessly searching through reams of text for this or that tortured victim or renditioned innocent.
I bought the supplies from a nearby stationary store; it first caught my eye with its consistently magnificent display of pencil boxes. After that, I would walk by each day returning from work and covetously stare at the erasers and pens and pencils and journals decorated with familiar characters from television and children’s cinema. When I finally ventured in, I was even more enrapt: they had rulers and all manner of mathematical devices as well, the more expensive of which were held in neat glass cases kept vividly bright by a handsome young man with what I would describe as a wild mane of hair. What a dashing fellow! I often marveled at his immaculate shop and his unkempt hair; so fastidious he was otherwise! It was a marvelous contradiction and kept me endlessly entertained in my shopping. I returned often to inspect the wares. I believe he noticed my interest in the pencils for upon my fourth or fifth visit, he engaged me in conversation by asking me if I was searching for anything “special.” I was surprised that he would wish to make conversation with a shopper with so many magnificent books at his disposal but was pleased nonetheless that he would take the time to provide individual service to his customers. Such an industrious boy promised the future of China was in good hands.
Much as I liked and admired him, I did not wish to provide any details of my project, for his safety as for mine, so I attempted to masquerade as an illustrator searching for a special set of pens with which to complete an important project I was engaged in. I believe my subterfuge was not of great success, but he did not seem to mind. We chatted idly as he showed me the different thicknesses and line quality possessed by the many writing implements on display. When I tried to copy his calligraphy, he placed his hand over mine, guiding me and correcting my stroke. I believe it was courtesy of his artistic instruction that I began to view certain aspects of my life through a new, more accommodating, lens. He even began to instruct me outside of the shop, in public houses in a part of town I had rarely before ventured, save once or twice on walks with my former mentor, dead from the aforementioned electrical mishap, Professor Wang. My geography expanded as readily as my mind. Indeed, since my strange vision of the floating child, I had begun to allow for any number of new possibilities; a wonderful occurrence there is no doubt, but one that served to complicate my before unquestioned service as a reporter for The People’s Voice and proud citizen of China. The conflicts that arose as a result of my repeated engagement with the clerk were myriad and perplexing.
In my renewed frame of mind, perhaps most puzzling to me was the surprisingly slanted media coverage of Falun Gong in the national press in light of what I saw firsthand in the course of my investigations. I began to look into the roots of this unethical editorial display. I had to be careful, cloaking my library requests under the pretense that I was doing background research for an upcoming article. Through my studies it became clear to me that forces in the government, the CCP in particular, had grown fearful of Mr. Li Hongzhi’s popularity and made it their goal to destroy the goodness that he appeared to be cultivating within the citizens. It was rumored that CCP headman himself, Mr. Jiang Zemin, was the central figure behind the unwarranted display of paranoia. Fearful of the large numbers of Falun Dafa followers reported in a population census, the authorities under Mr. Jiang disregarded the beneficial nature of Falun Gong exercise and instead chose to focus their attentions on their own ill-conceived fear and jealousy. Their reaction was characteristically harsh.
In the middle of the night on July 20, 1999, police under command of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics—the benignly named foundation of the notorious former secret police chief Mr. Dai Li—woke up hundreds of innocent Falun Gong practitioners just to beat them up and throw them in jail. Two days later the group was officially banned on the orders of Mr. Jiang, who said that “no means are too excessive” in the course of eradicating Falun Gong from the shores of Mainland China. Mr. Li Hongzhi, while traveling abroad, was banned from reentering the country and forced to begin life anew as an exile in America. The news media, including The People’s Voice, was made to write shrill and libelous denunciations of Falun Dafa and its followers, spinning unsubstantiated tales of our provincial brothers and sisters turned haplessly into homicidal psychopaths at the whim of a deranged lunatic, namely Mr. Li Hongzhi.
And yes, as you’ve undeniably seen, I too wrote the lies. I participated in the despicable criminality despite my gradually growing awareness of the systematic stripping of our freedoms and liberty by the patronizing forces of the CCP. I do, however, submit a plea for extenuating circumstance, a protest for some allowance of innocence, fearful as I was for my life and wellbeing. My personal safety was my paramount concern, but not for the selfish reasons you might think. I held within me the seeds of a powerful secret, and my life would become its blossom. It was a more dangerous duty than you can well imagine!
The situation grew increasingly violent and unstable each day, compounded as more brothers and sisters found savior in the words of Mr. Li Hongzhi; the demonstrations against the public muzzle placed on Falun Gong grew and multiplied. Public demonstrations were routinely crushed by the forces of secret police, the innocent participants acting only parcel to their civic and moral responsibility were “reeducated,” brainwashed in torture camps I described glowingly in print as “Corrective Learning Tutelage Facilities.” Public practice became a thing of the past.
It is documented that over the course of this continuing genocide over 1000 people have been murdered in the labor camps, the cause of death mostly the result of torture. Of the many tens of thousands in unlawful captivity—there are millions by some estimates—many have committed suicide in desperation. Countless women have been raped and molested.
In this dangerous atmosphere, protest moved into a virtual netherworld as practitioners acting on behalf of Falun Dafa took to using the medium of The Internet to spread the word of Mr. Li Hongzhi. This intimidated the CCP forces in the government further, unfamiliar as they were with the new technology being used to breed dissent and facilitate an easy means of communication between adherents. The government was forced to play “catch up,” and foreign computer technicians, or “hackers,” were hired to combat the virtual uprising. Eventually all websites that even mentioned Falun Gong in an objective light were banned and a division staffed by thousands of Internet Police was established within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to monitor the Internet usage of innocent citizens. Those who even typed the compromising characters F-A-L-U-N-G-O-N-G were immediately tossed in jail.
Foreign companies operating in China were cowed into adherence with CCP policies; even so respected a company as the American Internet Search Engine Google, known for its laissez-faire office politics, wilted under CCP pressure. I hardly believed those audacious and fun-loving characters at Google could fold to the CCP cutthroats until I saw the proof with my own eyes. One evening, after everyone else had left the office, I snuck into my editor’s office to use the one computer devoid of a strict firewall system and able to access foreign websites. First I typed the search phrase “Falun Gong” into the oft-used google.cn, and saw much the same page that I had seen so many times before, a font of information providing the background history for so many of my articles:
Truth on "Falun Gong"
Falungong Cult Murderer Sentenced to Death · Falun Gong Blocks TV's Space Flight Program · China Welcomes US Court's Decision Dropping a Slander Case Against Chinese Leaders · Xinhua Commentary Calls for Long-term Fight Against Falun ...
Chinese Government Outlaws Falun Gong (July 29, 1999)
On July 22, Chinese Ministry of Civil Affairs banned the Research Society of Falun Dafa and the Falun Gong ... Chinese Ministry of Public Security also issued a notice prohibiting all activities in support of Falun Gong on the same day. ...
Statement by the Spokesman of the Chinese Embassy on "Falun Dafa ...
The Chinese government has banned "Falun Gong" in order to protect the basic human rights and freedom of religion for ... Here we should point out that the banning of "Falun Gong" by the Chinese government is also part of international ...
Falun Gong Cult OUTLAWED
On December 18 last year, Liu Renfang, a 52-year-old Falun Gong practitioner in southwest China's Sichuan ... However, her Falun Gong fellow practitioners were so brutal that they neglected her death and just put her body into a smelly ...
The tragedy once again demonstrated the evil nature of Falun Gong and sounded an alarm to those obsessed with the cult. ... Hoodwinked by the malicious fallacies of Li Hongzhi, founder of the Falun Gong cult, seven practitioners plotted ...
Picture shows the murder spot where a hostel maid has been killed by two Falun Gong followers allegedly for "helping ... Two obsessed female Falun Gong practitioners have admitted killing a maid in a hostel in northwest China in a move ...
Falun Gong Cult OUTLAWED
Fifteen Falun Gong followers were jailed for terms of four to 20 years Friday for hijacking cable television ... "These cable TV saboteurs were tried and sentenced according to law, not because they are Falun Gong followers," chief ...
Cultnews: Leader of Falun Dafa doesn’t recognize everyone’s human ...
Li Hongzhi,” the founder and leader of Falun Gong also known as Falun Dafa, has been repeatedly described as “homophobic” ... CultNews previously reported about the media meltdown Falun Gong experienced in San Francisco concerning its ...
Murder Case, Irrefutable Evidence of Falun Gong's Inhumanity (16 ...
On November 25, 2001, a Falun Gong practitioner ruthlessly killed his father and wife, and badly injured his mother ... Fu, who began to practice Falun Gong in 1998, confessed to the police that he stabbed his father and wife to death ...
It was all very familiar to me; further down the listing in fact, were articles I had written that had been placed on The People’s Voice website. My next step though, was far more dangerous than reading the words I had already read so many times before, and was the reason I had stolen the key to my editor’s office from the cleaning-person’s cart in the first place. I looked about, insuring I was alone in the office, and typed google.com into the address bar. I felt a slight twinge of fear as a I pressed the return key, but that was quickly ameliorated by the cornucopia that presented itself before me on the computer monitor. There was no slander, no accusations of brutality, just a list of websites as identified solely by means of there popularity amongst browsers of the World Wide Web. In delight, I printed out the listing:
Falun Gong - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Article in Wikipedia. Contains information about origins and beliefs, morality, and the current situation.
Falun Dafa, a cultivation way of the Buddhas' School, as created and organized by Mr. Li Hongzhi.
2. The Falun Refines the Practitioner Even When He or She is Not Doing the Exercises. 3. Cultivating the Main Consciousness so that You Obtain Gong. ...
Falun Dafa & Falun Gong
Falun Dafa and Falun Gong: what they are and why the Chinese government is terrified of them.
Falun Dafa Information Center
Falun Dafa Information Center, News and information about Falun Gong around the world.
Falun Gong- Friends of Falun Gong USA
Friends of Falun Gong and the spiritual movement Falun Dafa united to support freedom of belief for all Dafa practitioners in China and worldwide.
Religious Movements Homepage: Falun Gong
This Falun Gong Page is your gateway to accessing comprehensive web based as well as print resources about the Falun Gong. As part of the New Religious ...
Falun Dafa Clearwisdom.net
Contains daily articles that provide insights into Falun Dafa cultivation practice, expose the harsh persecution in China, and report the news of Dafa ...
Falun Dafa UK - Falun Dafa UK
Falun Dafa (Falun Gong) - ancient practice for mind and body. It involves some gentle exercises and a meditation. A central component of Falun Dafa is ...
TIMEasia.com: Falun Gong
Special Site: Falun Gong began as a spiritual movement, but China's leaders saw it as a political threat.
Here was a wealth of information, untainted by political consideration! I was shocked by the jarring inequities that Google had created. The page I was familiar with from the Chinese version of the search engine was quite different from the version the company was giving the rest of the world. I found it despicable that Google, a supposed champion of the right to free, undiluted information, was in league with the CCP! I hoped that the rumored steady stream of opiate-stricken prostitutes provided by Mr. Jiang Zemin to Mr. Larry Page and Mr. Sergey Brin was enough to quell the moral conflict of their disgraceful actions; and I continue to hope that they contract a particularly vicious strain of venereal disease, one unfamiliar to Western antibiotics, as a result of their “yellow fever.” I was gravely disappointed by my discovery and ever since that day have been a great advocate of the competing search utility Yahoo.
Yet despite the rampant criminality inside the Googleplex, as the search engine’s campus is known, and much to the government’s dismay, the powerful message of Mr. Li Hongzhi and his way of Falun Gong continued to grow, and me with it. It was a time of glorious awakening for all practitioners, and I, in turn, through my studies of the supernatural ways of the supposedly psychopathic individual, seemed to experience a vicarious, or osmotic, awakening of my own as the occurrences in my life became a series of gifts that I could have scarcely imagined. It seemed that by simply studying Falun Gong, it had somehow become incorporated within me and those insane promises of Mr. Li Hongzhi were coming true, for me! So now it is time that I give you the long-awaited statement of great personal revelation and change: much more than a mere Falun sympathizer, I had begun the practice of cultivation myself. I, a journalist of highest esteem, had joined the ever-swelling ranks of Falun Dafa, achieving a new and previously unimaginable level of personal bliss, even as matters exterior spun out of control and my countrymen were terrorized and killed.
With such newfound riches at my disposal, I became protective of my flowering soul and took steps to insure myself against the possibility of discovery and the same fate as the many unfortunates I had covered in my writing. Luckily, I had developed some experience hiding my activities from authorities, even skill at the dangerous practice of deceit—the instruction of both Yunping and Professor Wang invaluable here—my comings and goings potential matters of embarrassment to the Commission on Morality and Uprightness among others. I knew which lights to leave on in my apartment, even setting timers to give the impression I was at home preparing for bed, when in truth I was engaged in some other activity. I knew the back alley entrances, and how to “slip” an agent on the confusing spaghetti of downtown local bus routes.
Mostly though, I did stay home and celebrate my newfound bliss. I locked myself within the door of my modern apartment, the glass enclosure to my balcony overlooking Zizhuyuan Park securely fastened, and learned to view myself as a garden. I planted seeds of goodness within my soul and did not let the goodness be damaged by circumstances or events outside of my control. I simply shut my eyes to the criminality and cruelty of the evil forces at work outside the glass and found unparalleled happiness inside. The darkness turned to a brilliant light and all was revealed to me, including my place of crucial importance in the realm of Future Cultivation. As for my dead brothers and sisters, suffering under the yoke of cruel oppression, I take solace in the words of my Master. “In the West,” Master Li Hongzhi says, “one can reach paradise through Cultivation Practice only after death. In the East, one can achieve Divine Status through Cultivation Practice while one is still alive.” My dead brothers and sisters had become gods before leaving Earth.
The wise and ever-germinating seed that are the words of Master Li Hongzhi, however, bring me to a certain unpleasant digression. Often times, particularly in the West, there is undue mention of “tricks,” the “magic” powers of Falun Dafa, as they are so childishly referred to by detractors in the media under CCP influence. Yes, of course it is true that Supernormal Abilities are attainable by all practitioners, and are even a necessary progression within the continuing processes of Cultivation Practice, but they are not parlor games or activities of amusement. There is no carnival for Falun Dafa practitioners to ply their secret powers in competition for stuffed dolls or licorice candy. It is a degrading image anyhow. In the name of Master Li Hongzhi, I deny you these trivial things! Perhaps his words will chasten you further, as they have his lesser followers eager to show off in vain attempts to impress powerful men or to bed Western Woman of Loose Moral Character. “Real High Level Supernormal Abilities are not to be brought out for show,” Master Li Hongzhi prescribes. “The impact and danger is too great. One would never be permitted to pull down a large building in public for example. Great Supernormal Abilities are not allowed to be used expect by people on Special Missions, and neither then can these abilities be revealed. This is because High Level Masters restrain the vision of those nearby.”
So it is. I do hope his powerful statement serves to dissuade you from seeking your funhouse amusements. Perhaps a trip to Coney Island would satisfy those juvenile urges; the roller coaster Cyclone is a thrilling ride, as much for its steep incline as its seemingly preindustrial construction.
Thus there is no need for me to display my Supernormal Abilities. Perhaps, in fact, I already have, it is merely because of your Singular Dimensional Viewing Capability that you are not able to see the very table at which you sit levitate off the ground and your pencils dance a suggestive Can-Can in the air. Or perhaps I was able to cleanse the memory from your easily accessed minds directly after, so battered they are by Constant Alien Encroachment. Either way, as Master Li Hongzhi also suggests to the uninitiated, if you would like to view the Supernormal Ability of Levitation, as I first did when I saw the boy outside the postal station, you may watch the entertaining magician David Copperfield. While he may not be a practitioner of Falun Dafa, he has somehow cultivated the ability and shares it onstage often. It is my humble opinion that this was only achieved with Alien Assistance and should not be discussed, but it is not my concern. And as Master Li Hongzhi does so enjoy the show I would not want to spoil it for him. In truth, a friend made me a videotape recording of Mr. Copperfield’s last HBO special and despite my reservations I am forced to admit it was really quite something.
Having mentioned them in concert with the magician’s abilities, I suppose now is the appropriate time to speak of the Aliens. I am always a bit wary when the subject comes up with the newly initiated, for the truth can be shocking, but it must be done. The Aliens have been on Earth for countless generations. A two-million-year-old nuclear reactor exists hidden on the African continent that is proof of their great age. Who else could have built such a thing? There is a pyramid deep under the Antarctic ice that is an example of their advanced construction techniques. It was once home to millions. The governments of the world conspire to keep these facts hidden. If more people had awareness of Alien Civilizations on Earth all governments of the world would be overthrown, so it is not in their interest to reveal the secret. Aliens are responsible for all modern scientific “advances.” Aliens invented “computers” and “airplanes.” The ingenuity supposedly displayed by the Wright Brothers at Kitty Hawk is but a fabrication of Alien Propaganda Agencies. All “progress” is made by Aliens.
Aliens sow the seeds of violence and warfare in society in order to weaken us, so that our thoughts and actions may be more easily controlled. They will make us their servants. They use scientific “achievement” as a means to destroy our spiritual connection to the universe. The only defense against Aliens is a spiritual life manifested in the actions of Falun Dafa Cultivation Practice. A light emitted from the orifices of a dedicated Falun Dafa Practitioner blinds Aliens and prevents their devious influence. By venerating science as the answer to all of life’s mystery we close our eyes and open our chests to Alien Surgeons. By shunning spirituality we allow them to conquer us. The Alien Plague that threatens all civilization is no harmless fantasy devised to entertain schoolchildren or elderly persons. The terrible amorphous creatures do seek hold on solid earth. The beasts have returned singing Tekeli-li and dedicated practitioners will move to stand guard in the belly of the beast.
It may appear ridiculous to the uncultivated; I admit, I doubted it at first, but there can be no doubt. The facts of the matter are too damning. The Falun Dafa literature is quite clear, as I discovered when a second pamphlet found its way into my mail:
CCP/Aliens Against Truth!
Master Li has discovered the Secret Truth! He sees the future and it is full of blackness and death for all of the human civilizations. All time will soon be at the end! Only those experts in the ways of Falun Dafa have any hope to survive the Alien Invasion.
Master Li only tells you the truth:
The world is dying.
Humanity is cursed.
The worst Cult is CCP.
CCP cannot protect you.
The lungs of civilization are sick and doomed. Society will soon be dead because it drowns in the biggest accumulation of blackest Karma. Instruments of Alien Plotting surround everywhere. This time is Dharma Ending!
Look around you. See what the world has become. There is only perversion and evil influence in the world now. Homosexuals and Mixed Race Devils are part of the evil plan of extraterrestrials to separate True Believer from the Bliss of Heaven.
Wayne Hu is the Parade Director of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce. He prevents Falun Dafa from participating in all parades. This is persecution!
Master Li experiences Higher Realms through the practice of Remote Viewing. In his recent vision, the devious Alien Plan was revealed in his eyes. Master Li has discovered that Aliens try to achieve a State of Total Domination Over Humanity with using Cloning Technology.
Aliens make slaves of the human race and turn all humans into servants and maids. Then they will begin annihilating our minds completely to use our bodies for Alien Mischief and take our planetary resources. It is reported that Aliens have not yet mastered Cloning Technology, but their puppets working within the community of human scientists are much too close. The Students of Biology in University are interested only in increasing the power of Aliens. They kill innocent children to achieve their experiments. They kill youthful dogs and cats. They do not believe in the sanctity of life, or that life begins at conception. Stem Cells are their fodder. They think they are God!
When news of this perversion called “Dolly the Sheep” reached the ears of Master Li, it was a melancholy look that crossed his face, one that remained until the end of the next day. All must join and combat what is the domain of no human beings on Earth to alter humans and make clones. Certain wise politicians of the United States make laws to slow the blasphemy. Even so, in secret caverns miles underneath the European Continent, the Eugenics War has begun. Babies are born without mother’s egg or father’s sperm. It is only forced mitosis with many chromosomes established. Nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe.
Aliens collaborate with CCP and foreign governments to steal bodily fluids. Aliens eat babies. They connive with CCP forces to fatten human babies to be eaten at lavish banquets attended by Aliens and some humans too. These people are cannibals!
In the Remote Vision of Master Li he sees the Alien Plot revealed. Once Aliens have infiltrated the governments of the world more fully, they will make laws to stop natural human reproduction. Sexual intercourse will be outlawed outside of controlled experimental facilities; it will be the pleasure of an elite and privileged few. Aliens will insure this is so. Natural humanity will become extinct and Aliens will take control of the Earth in order to farm humankind. The human body is the most perfect form in all of the universe. Because of this perfection, Aliens wish to use the human body as their temporal vessel. In this farming process, the spirit of humanity will be completely annihilated. We will be empty shells of skin.
This is what the Aliens wish to do to humankind. The Cultivation Practice of Falun
Dafa is the only possible solution to provide defense. The spiritual nature of humanity is the best defense against Aliens because they hate this.
Aliens hate freedom. They hate everything that is good and love everything that is evil. They only wish to use our bodies to walk around. They cannot walk around with their own bodies because they have no legs and are made of slime. They are like Volkswagen busses made of slime without wheels or a windshield. Where the windshield would be are hundreds of gross eyes pulsing beneath the surface of their slime. There is no place for wheels on their slimy bodies. Aliens are disgusting to look at! They do not look like you or think like you. They have a very different belief system that is backwards and stupid. If only they could understand that humans are better than Aliens all would be saved in the world. But they cannot because it is impossible. That is why we are pleased to be protected from Aliens by the Falun Dafa of Master Li.
Only you can save yourself and your neighbors from the Alien Encroachment. It is you who will do this for everyone else. Say no to cloning! Say no to Aliens! Say yes to Master Li! Say yes to Falun Gong!
It is a terrible vision. Believe me, I know. Imagine my own horror considering I had done so much to stifle our freedoms, to discredit Falun Dafa with my fallacious series of articles. Cultivation Practice is our only means to fight Aliens! I was terribly ashamed. The more I learned, the more ashamed I became. The lightly chastising words of Master Li Hongzhi and my Falun Dafa brothers and sisters echoed to the very depths of my soul. None more so than my second encounter with the floating child, a boy I have come to see as the vehicle of my deliverance from my former self. He seemed to see within my deepest being, while I could see nothing.
I would say he came to me in a dream, but not with certainty. I was sharing an evening with Yunpeng, my friend from the stationary shop, and returned home rather late and, in all honesty, somewhat filled with drink. It is true that since my full conversion to the way of Falun Dafa, we seemed to spend less time together, but I believe this was merely a consequence of our busy schedules and not a reflection on our friendship, which maintained its hearty and robust nature. Like after most of my visit’s with Yunpeng, my body was tired, but my mind was restless and alive, and while sleep came, it came in fits and starts. During one such period of awakening, my weary eyes saw a glow from the corner of the room, and I set up on my elbows to view the peculiar aura. It was exactly as if I had tripped over my bicycle yet again, the sequence of events with little deviation save my relative comfort upon my mattress: his great black eyes, his toes above the floor, his speech without speaking, the quivering of my kidneys. The boy’s words made me shudder: Master Li make us Immortal. We have Eternal Advantage over all enemies. In this period of Fa Destruction (It is spiritual end of the world!) humanity is no longer human. Gross Homosexual Activity and Mixed-Race Perversion is Proof. You are Fruit Status while we grow through Cultivation Practice. The Aliens hide among you but you are too stupid to see them. Master Li has Tianmu. He can see all. Repent from baseness and degeneracy. All but righteous will die. The Dharma End is come. Master Li is only hope!
I was terrified by this new vision and somewhat dismayed by elements of its content. While my fear at the prospect of Alien Domination was indeed genuine, how could that possibly reflect on my personal affairs? Was not Falun Dafa the key to my life’s expression? Was I not practicing cultivation with earnestness, in a decidedly hostile atmosphere? The vision opened an old wound in me, one that I had had since my teenage years, and the pain was even greater given my renewed happiness. I meditated for many hours and came to the conclusion that if I must repent, I would. Falun Gong had been my savior and its wisdom far outstripped any prospect my lowly mind could comprehend. I threw myself even more fervently into the ongoing process of cultivation. I dismissed all exterior energies from my life and concentrated solely on the exercise of my spiritual abilities. Yunpeng and my drift became complete and I was saddened by the loss of such a unique friend, but I knew that greater things were on the horizon if I continued to live within the will of Master Li Hongzhi. The already tumultuous transformation within me grew even more pronounced.
My supervisors at The People’s Voice seemed to sense the change and grew suspicious of my work. Each of my articles was carefully checked before publication, if it was published at all. They suspected me of having grown sympathetic to the plight of my forlorn brothers and sisters, or perhaps, even worse, implanting coded messages in my articles to foment rebellion.
“You have grown soft Tong,” they would say. “Perhaps you are not in agreement with the editorial policies held dear at The People’s Voice, eh?”
“No,” I would protest. “My loyalty is to The People’s Voice Under Direction of the CCP Editorial Management Board!” But halfheartedly it seems, as they soon after reported me to the authorities. My name was put on a list of sympathizers and I was placed on an “Indeterminate Leave of Absence.”
To my supervisor’s credit, their scolding was for their own safety as much a their suspicion—anyone could be punished as part of the CCP’s newly sanctioned “Responsibility System.” In it, the Falun Dafa practitioner, along with “all levels of government leaders, police, neighborhood cadres, work units, and family members,” were responsible for the individual’s indiscretion against the state.But they did not understand, their feelings were irrelevant to me. I knew my activities would be monitored, but I didn’t care. I had to find the Way to Heaven, despite any potential suffering it may cause for myself or others.
With the forcible removal from my professional duties, my life changed completely. But this curse, ostracism, became the greatest blessing of my life. Freed from the hypocrisy of The People’s Voice, I became truly dedicated to my Cultivation Practice and total adherence to the way of Falun Dafa, the Dao as expressed by the One and True Savior, the Glorious Master Li Hongzhi.
I spent the sanctuary of my nights, tying up my telephone line to escape the constant barrage of callers desperate to explain “truth” to me, “truth” as mandated by the CCP Under Alien Direction, in the warm bubble of unsanctioned Internet Relay Chat Rooms, “chatting” with fellow Falun Dafa practitioners around the world. Some part of my soul, dormant for so long, had awakened. Like a young chick in the freshest dawn, I hungered for more sustenance from above; I began to see the possibility of a life lived without fear. I thirsted for it. With some increasingly insignificant exception, I could be who I chose to be, who I wanted to be, without the dictates of the CCP or The People’s Voice standing in my way. I was free. I left my home less and less and spent my time “surfing” The Internet or in Cultivation Practice. It was a beautiful time.
Though my physical liberty was in ever-increasing danger, I was unafraid. I began to feel the Falun rotating inside me, harnessing my Qi. Master Li Hongzhi telekinetically implanted the Dharma Wheel within my body, showing my power and worth. Such Low Level Beings as policemen or politicians could not harm me. If the authorities came, I would merely have to point my finger at them and think, “Freeze!” They would be immobilized by my emitted Qi and be forced to do my bidding. In a way, I hoped they would come. I longed to test my new Supernormal Powers on these men who had made me suffer for so long. I would show them! Now I know this kind of display to be brash. I was merely infatuated with my newfound Supernormal Ability and wished to display my powers to banish the policemen. It would have been improper and impious to do such a thing. Thankfully, as my Falun brothers and sisters grew concerned for my welfare, it did not come to that.
As a former member of the media, my conversion was particularly embarrassing to the CCP cadre. They would take great pleasure in sending me through the torture camps to be raped and beaten. They would delight in piercing my nipples with wire and sticking slivers of bamboo under my fingernails. After deep deliberations I was not party to, it was decided I would leave the country to continue my Cultivation Practice in exile, serving Master Li in New York City with my skills as a journalist. I was to use the same tools I had once used to denounce Falun Dafa, but in its service! It would be my penance. I was thrilled with the possibility of redemption, and particularly of seeing Master Li in person, perhaps even having the great honor of studying under his tutelage. I was, however, saddened I would be forced to leave Beijing, my home of over three decades and my birthplace. While I had no family, my parents long since passed on, I nonetheless had great affection for the city, regardless of the persecution I had faced there. I would be homesick, but I would endure. Master Li would share his strength me. I would be guided by his gentle hand.
As a matter of brief aside, you may wonder why I, at the time a relative newcomer to Falun Dafa, would be smuggled out of the country while so many other practitioners with longer experience remained. While I bristle at the implication, I must admit it a valid question. I will tell you. Initially, with the beginning of my study, I made great strides in Cultivation Practice. It became obvious to all that my Gong was powerfully massive. It was relatively easy for me to harness my Supernormal Abilities. It is following the improvement of one’s Xingxing that the Gong grows upward in a spiral shape and forms completely outside the body. At the crown of one’s head it then develops into a Gong Column. The Gong Column exists in deeply hidden dimension, making it difficult for all but High Level Masters to see. The height of this Gong Column determines the level of a person’s Gong. With my dismissal from The People’s Voice, and with more time to devote to my practice, my Gong multiplied many times over. I was able to perform feats normally reserved to those who had practiced for many years. I am not sure why my Gong grew so large so quickly, but I am grateful nonetheless. I was fortunate to be sighted and marked for greater tasks; those who could see my extra-large Gong passed on word to Master Li, believing I could be of great service. How correct they were!
Though I grew terrifically excited for my journey and to begin the glorious new chapter in my life, I must admit to stirrings of guilt as well, for, as I was not to leave the fight, I would most certainly be abandoning the main battleground. I hesitate to say this, but sometimes I think we exiles do not do enough to protect our brothers and sisters in the homeland. The pain they must endure! One but reads names from the long list and is reduced to tears: Chen Ying, Mo Shujin, Wei Zaixin. Deng Shiying, Zhuan Wu, Wang Jinzhong. Oh, the list goes on and on! These innocents are hung from their toes for days on end; they are not allowed to use the bathroom; they are chained next to corpses, their faces forced into piles of feces. They are burned with cigarettes and hot irons; they are deprived of sleep and injected with toxic drugs. They are forced to undergo all manner of evil by their brutal keepers. Then they are raped and killed for sport. This type of horrific brutality does not occur in the United States. At the very least not under government sanction. In the United States, one’s religious and civil freedoms are guaranteed under their constitution. The Americans do not torture, or spy, or illegally jail, their own citizenry. This, of course, is not so in China. Sometimes I wonder, do we expect too much from believers in the homeland? Is it too much that we demand that they publicly affirm their loyalty to Falun Dafa under the shadow of most severe penalties, while we exiles sit easily on Grand Street, staring at the pretty girls, eating dumplings and drinking tea? No! Ridiculous! The Aliens must be strong today. They have obviously entered my mind and placed discord where only loyalty exists. I must practice more and harder. Death and torment are irrelevant to the true believer. Those with faith will announce their allegiances proudly, regardless of the consequences. Only then can they find their Way to Heaven.
Another chapter of my saga having come to the end, such is how I found myself walking dazed out of International Arrivals Area at John F. Kennedy Airport, ears assaulted by the chattering of a multitude of languages I could barely understand. To that point in my life I had never left China, and everything was incredibly unfamiliar. My flight even, was an exercise in abject terror. It was all so very different than Beijing. I could have just as easily been on the moon or even walking in the capital city of the Alien Home World. People colored in multiple hues—white, orange, yellow, a million shades of brown—hurriedly rushed in all directions. Mixed-breed perversions of Dharma End, demon interracial spawn that signaled End of Everything, milled about me, even stamped my passport and checked my luggage. New World indeed! Searching the mass of humanity, my eyes landed on a placard with my name written in black magic marker. I rushed to it with all the speed my clumsy upside-down feet could muster, the walls of human breath and voice collapsing around me, terrified and stumbling upon the party I had come many several thousand kilometers to meet, falling into their welcoming arms, hugs, and handshakes; people I had never seen, brothers I had never touched, just communicated with via e-mail from a land across the globe.
“My family,” I stuttered tearfully, “I am home.”