It's already midnight, and I still can't fall asleep. Tomorrow is my husband's birthday, as well as the anniversary of his death. Every time I think of my husband's early departure, my heart aches as if it's being cut by a knife, and I am full of remorse. It's the evil cult of Falun Gong that took my husband's life!
Happy Life: Hand in Hand with My Beloved
My name is Wang Yulan (pseudonym). I was born in a remote and backward village in Jieyang, Guangdong Province. I am the youngest in my family, with 4 elder brothers and sisters. Because I was a girl, I was forced to drop out of school after junior high and stayed at home. Influenced by my parents from a young age, I believed in the existence of ghosts and gods.
In 1991, I married my childhood sweetheart, Ping. After our marriage, we loved and respected each other. Soon our two sons were born, bringing laughter and joy to our family. To provide a good life for our children, we opened a clothing and electronics store. We worked from dawn till dusk, sparing no effort to make money and successfully supporting our children's education. Although we were not rich, our family was harmonious and happy.
False God: Belief in Cult Became the Seed of Disaster
In September 1998, under the encouragement of a villager named Rong Bo, my husband began to get involved with the Falun Gong cult. He claimed that since practicing it, his back pain, shoulder pain, and cervical spine pain had all eased. He even persuaded me to join him. Thinking that my loving husband would only suggest something beneficial for me, I agreed. So I was busy making clothes during the day, while reading "Zhuan Falun" at night. Lured by the book's fallacies and heresies about "eliminating karma and curing diseases", "being a good person" and "being protected by gods and Buddhas", I thought Falun was an exceptionally good practice and felt extremely fortunate to have encountered it. From then on, we spent all our evenings reading "Zhuan Falun" and practicing Falun Gong, becoming increasingly obsessed with it. We neglected our children and parents, lost interest in managing our store, and even closed it, eventually relying on our elderly parents for support.
On July 22, 1999, the government legally banned the Falun Gong cult. My mother solemnly warned me and my husband that we could no longer practice Falun Gong, as doing so would be illegal. At that time, my husband and I didn't understand, but under the pressures of my parents, we outwardly agreed to stop practicing Falun Gong while caring it deep down. We hid “Zhuan Falun” in the bottom of a drawer in our room during the day, and secretly continued the "practice" and “studying the teachings" at night after returning to our bedroom and closing the door.
Like a drug, the three words “Falun Gong” made me and my husband addicted. Under the guise of “Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance”, we in reality had greedy hearts. In pursuit of “perfection”, we, driven by greed, disregarded our families' pleas and distributed Falun Gong fliers with fellow practitioners, sinking deeper into the trap of Falun Gong. Intoxicated by its fallacious and heretical teachings, we gradually got more and more trapped.
Tragic death: Refusing medical treatment cost my husband’s life
Li Hongzhi claims that disasters, difficulties, illnesses, disabilities, and even death are all due to the "karmic debts" accumulated over lifetimes, and that practicing his exercises can "eliminate karma" and "cure diseases”. In July 2014, while I was distributing Falun Gong materials on my motorcycle on the wrong side of the road, I was injured in a minor accident by a vehicle. That evening, my fellow practitioner Huang Junbiao happened to visit us and saw my injuries. He immediately called over fellow practitioners Chunlan and Qiuxian. They, together with my husband, sent forth “righteous thoughts" and practiced meditation for me. Soon after, my injuries healed, and my husband and I credited Li Hongzhi and Falun Gong for the recovery. I even told my husband, "From now on, we don't need to see doctors anymore, as practicing Falun Gong is enough. Our master is so powerful."
One morning in early October of the same year, my husband got up feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. Seeing him step out of the bathroom miserably, I said to him: "Stand up first! Let's offer incense to Master together." After hearing this, my husband stood with me in front of Li Hongzhi's portrait. Just as we inserted the incense, my husband hurried back to the bathroom. Soon, I heard a "bang”. My husband fell to the ground in the bathroom and didn't get up. I pulled him with my hand, but he did not respond. Fully believing that “Master” Li Hongzhi could save him, I did not call my relatives for fear that they would forcibly take my husband to the hospital.
My husband fainted in the bathroom for about 2 hours, during which I wholeheartedly kept sending forth “righteous thoughts” beside him. Seeing that my husband hadn't woken up for so long, I immediately called a few fellow practitioners over to send forth “righteous thoughts” together with me as my power wasn't enough. After hanging up the phone, I was worried that it would look bad for my husband to be lying in the bathroom, so I woke him up again. This time he responded, but he was completely weak. I helped him back to bed to lie down. After several fellow practitioners arrived, we all sent forth “righteous thoughts” beside my husband and read “Zhuan Falun" to him until after 11 a.m. Later, I called my younger son who was in college. After rushing home and seeing his father bedridden, he insisted on taking his father to the hospital. His suggestion was firmly opposed by my husband. My son's tears and pleas were completely ignored by my husband. In our eyes, the tears and pleas of our loved ones at that time were “demons” that interfered with our cultivation, so we not only had to resolutely refuse but also ruthlessly cut them off.
Since then, Ping's health deteriorated progressively. One day in May 2016, Ping felt very uncomfortable, as his legs were swollen. He found it difficult to climb stairs and breathe. I had no choice but to call two sons for help. After receiving the call, they immediately came back home and quickly took my husband to the hospital for treatment. The diagnosis was nephritis and hydropericardium. He needed to take medication regularly and make follow-up consultations to avoid serious complications. Both my husband and I believed that “Master" Li Hongzhi could "cleanse" the body, so after finishing the medication prescribed by the hospital, we did not go back for further consultations. I also asked fellow practitioners who usually gathered with us to help Ping send forth “righteous thoughts”. I never reminded him to seek medical treatment when he complained of back pain.
One day in May 2018, my husband was in unbearable pain. With no other options, I called two sons again. After coming back home, they hurriedly took my husband to a major hospital in Guangzhou for an examination. The results showed that his condition was so severe that only conservative treatment was possible. We were admonished to ensure that he took his medication on time after returning home. However, we did not follow the doctor’s advice after coming back. Ping and I still believed in what Li Hongzhi had preached, i.e. “practitioners would not truly be in danger”. We were convinced that as long as Ping had enough “righteous thoughts", he could overcome the difficulties. I believed that every step of the practice was prearranged and depended on how we followed master Li’s words. I urged my husband to continue his practice and study the teachings no matter how hard it was, and to send forth “righteous thoughts" to clear the viruses from his body. Eventually, the pain and sickness in my husband's body made his legs swell up to the point that he couldn't move. However, I still thought it was because my husband was not devout enough or not willing to endure hardship, so his condition was worsened day by day.
The day the sky fell finally arrived. A heavy rain poured down all day, darkening the sky and shattering the magnolia flowers to the ground in our courtyard. As my husband was dying, he asked me: "Lan, why doesn't the master save me? Haven't I done enough?" I was speechless, in agony. I could only use my hand to close his eyes that refused to shut in death...
Regret and remorse: I finally woke up from the nightmare
After my husband passed away, I, under the patient guidance of anti-cult volunteers, truly recognized the ugly face of Li Hongzhi, the big fraudster, and understood that Falun Gong was a thoroughly cult organization. The so-called "eliminating illness and keeping fitness", "perfection", and "Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance" are all baits used by Li Hongzhi to tempt us, the ignorant practitioners, to become tools for amassing wealth for him and opposing the Party and government. Waking up from the nightmare, I hate my own ignorance, but I hate Li Hongzhi and the "Falun Gong" cult even more for causing my husband to miss the opportunity to treat his illness in time, turning a minor illness into a serious one, and finally into a terminal one that has separated us forever.
Later, I burned all the Falun Gong books and materials at home. Watching the materials collected for many years being reduced to ashes, I had mixed feelings. I feel like having had a dream, only to realize after waking up that everything has changed dramatically, at a great cost.
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