My name is Liang Xiuyun, 39 years old, and I used to be an employee in the former Xinyu Company, Shiyan City of central China's Hubei Province. I had a happy family: My husband is a teacher in a key high school, and my son is smart and lovely. In April 1997, I was attracted by the dazzling lies, such as "Truthfulness, Compassion, and Tolerance" and "To be a good man," which invented by Li Hongzhi. And I was stuck in the mud of Falun Gong. Finally, the kindly help from the society influenced me, saved me, showed me the right way and gave me a brand new life. Whenever I look back at the past, my heart would be full of tangled feelings and the haunting remorse.

It was in 1997 that I first came into contact with Falun Gong. At that time, I suffered from the protrusion of the lumbar intervertebral disc and a gastric ulcer. I had to go to hospital frequently in poor health. Later, I heard that Falun Gong could "cure the disease and strengthen the body," could practice "Truthfulness, Compassion and Tolerance" and could teach people how to "be a good man," so I took part in the Falun Gong practice group without any hesitation. At the beginning, I just practiced it on the playground and read the books sometimes; by and by, I began to exchange views with the elder practitioners and did more study on the Fa. I was not satisfied with just "studying the Fa" and "practicing Gong," so I started to "spread the Fa" and "report the situations." Finally I even became more "advanced" than some elder practitioners. Probably because the increase of the physical exercise and the regular daily life, I really felt better; but I thought I did benefit from Falun Gong, so I got more addicted to it; I even cut out all the connections with the society and didn't care about my family. After the "4.25 Incident," my husband stopped me from practicing Falun Gong, but I didn't want to obey him. Even though he ripped all of my Falun Gong books, I'd already made up my mind to continue. When the government banned Falun Gong according to law, I was very confused: it was right to be a good man, and the idea of "Truthfulness, Compassion and Tolerance" was the traditional virtue in our culture, then, what's wrong with Falun Gong? Why must it be banned? When I was puzzled about these questions, the "scriptures" from Li Hongzhi came out one by one, asking the Falun Gong disciples to go out "to rectify and protect the Fa." I said to myself that it's a test of Falun Gong disciples' faith to the Fa. Li Hongzhi said: "The ones who study and practice secretly are controlled by the Demon, and they will get the evil apprehension," "the ones who come out to testify the Fa are great." In August 1999, instigated by Li Hongzhi's scriptures, I gathered with others to appeal to the government and distributed leaflets everywhere. Finally, I was sentenced to labor restriction (Reform through Labor) for one year on the charge of disrupting public order.

At first I was very stubborn in the prison, and I felt proud of my sacrifice to the truth, because Li Hongzhi had said: "A great disciple would never attach to anything that belongs to the ordinary people, even the life." So it is not shameful to be jailed, and I felt very nice for being a great disciple. During this period, my husband could not withstand the huge mental pressure, so he fell ill several times. No one took care of him, so he was confined to bed in hospital all by himself. But he had to think about his son's meal and his wife's situation... While, at that time, feeling unfair about the injustice to Li Hongzhi and Falun Gong in the labour camp, I cried out and knocked against the iron gates. Under the mental control by Li Hongzhi, I lost my humanity long before, finally I lost all my feelings. The letters from my sick husband writing in the hospital didn't touch me. In fact I took his sincere persuasion as a test to me. The tearful policewoman said to me: "Your husband's getting worse because of you, so you have to wake up to reality right now, or you'll never see him again." I turned a deaf ear to these words and I had but one thought: Discard fame, material interests and emotions, you'll gain the Consummation in the heaven. Yes, the "Consummation" braced me to struggle with "the Demon," but my husband and my son were worried about me night and day; they thought I suffered the tortures reported on the Minghui, so they often woke up from the nightmare that my hands were broken by tortures. Being a sick man, my husband struggled to visit me in Shayang. He was not familiar with the roads, so when he arrived, it was one o'clock in the midnight, and he missed the shuttle to the Reform through Labor unit. To meet me sooner, he didn't rest in the hotel but walked to the labour camp. It took a whole night for him to get there alone on a wild road without a single road lamp, dragging a huge bag and a sick body. It was five o'clock when he arrived. When the policewoman asked me to meet him, I found him wearing disheveled hair and his face was sallow, apparently he was totally exhausted. He was sitting on the bed, holding his feet with his hands. The policewoman told me that his feet were full of blisters, and required me have a good look at them. But I refused. My husband held my hands at full tilt, tears in his eyes. He said: "Your hands are OK, the policewomen here are not like what Minghui said, so I am relieved, I can have a sound sleep from now on..." These words made the policewoman tearful, but none of me, since I thought he was "the demon" that disturbed my practice. This made my husband very sad, he said I had changed from a reasonable and kind person into a dumb and unhumanized puppet.

(Kaiwind.com, December 27, 2008)