Tuesday, June 28, 2011

A Call to Prayer

This TRUTH shook my Soul.

HOLY SPIRIT of Almighty GOD set Divine FIRE to ME!   That I may Shine before all Mankind glorifying the Lord JESUS CHRIST forever and EVER!!!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Buddhist monk comes back from the dead and Declares JESUS Lord!!!

Athet Pyan Shinthaw Paulu
Jul 14, 2005
The Remarkable Testimony of a Buddhist monk in Myanmar (Burma) who
came back to life a changed man!

My Early Years

Hello! My name is Athet Pyan Shinthaw Paulu. I am from the country of
Myanmar. I would like to share with you my testimony of what happened
to me, but first I would like to give some brief background information
from my life growing up.

I was born in 1958 in the town of Bogale, on the Irrawaddy Delta area of
southern Myanmar [formerly Burma]. My parents, who were devout
Buddhists like most people in Myanmar, named me Thitpin [which means
'tree' in English]. Our lives were very simple where I grew up. At the age
of 13 I left school and started working on a fishing boat. We caught fish
and sometimes also shrimp from the numerous rivers and streams in the
Irrawaddy area. At the age of 16 I became the leader of the boat. At this
time I lived in Upper Mainmahlagyon Island [Mainmahlagyon means
'Beautiful Woman Island' in English], just north of Bogale where I was
born. This place is about 100 miles southwest of Yangon [Rangoon], our
nation's capitol city.

One day, when I was 17, we caught a large number of fish in our nets.
Because of the many fish, a large crocodile was attracted to us. It
followed our boat and tried to attack us. We were terrified so we
frantically rowed our boats toward the riverbank as fast as we could. The
crocodile followed us and smashed our boat with its tail. Although no one
died in this incident, the attack greatly affected my life. I no longer
wanted to fish. Our small boat sank because of the crocodile attack. We
had to go home to our village that night on a passenger boat.
Not long after, his employers transferred my father to Yangon City
[formerly spelt Rangoon]. At the age of 18 I was sent to a Buddhist
monastery to be a novice monk. Most parents in Myanmar try to send
their son into a Buddhist monastery, at least for a time, as it is considered
a great honor to have a son serve in this way. We have been observing
this custom for many hundreds of years.

A Zealous Disciple of Buddha

When I turned 19 years and 3 months old (in 1977), I became a normal
monk. The senior monk at my monastery gave me a new Buddhist name,
which is the custom in our country. I was now called U Nata Pannita
Ashinthuriya. When we become a monk we no longer use the name given
to us at birth by our parents. The name of the monastery I lived at is
called Mandalay Kyaikasan Kyaing. The senior monk's name was called U
Zadila Kyar Ni Kan Sayadaw [U Zadila is his title]. He was the most
famous Buddhist monk in all of Myanmar at the time. Everyone knew who
he was. He was widely honored by the people and respected as a great
teacher. I say he "was" because in 1983 he suddenly died when he was
involved in a fatal car accident. His death shocked everyone. At the time I
had been a monk for six years.

I tried hard to be the best monk I could and to follow all the precepts of
Buddhism. At one stage I moved to a cemetery where I lived and
meditated continually. Some monks who really want to know the truths of
Buddha do things like I did. Some move deep into the forests where they
live a life of self-denial and poverty. I sought to deny my selfish thoughts
and desires, to escape from sickness and suffering and to break free from
the cycle of this world. At the cemetery I was not afraid of ghosts. I tried
to attain such inner peace and self-realization that even when a mosquito
landed on my arm I would let it bite me instead of brushing it off!
For years I strived to be the best monk I could and not to harm any living
being. I studied the holy Buddhist teachings just like all my forefathers
had done before me. My life proceeded as a monk until I got very, very
sick. I was in Mandalay at the time and had to be taken to the hospital for
treatment. The doctors did some tests on me and told me I had both
Yellow Fever and malaria at the same time! After about one month in the
hospital I was getting worse. The doctors told me there was no chance for
me to recover and discharged me to make a rrangements to die.
This is a brief description of my past. I would now like to tell you some of
the remarkable things that happened to me after this time...

A Vision that Changed My Life Forever

After I was discharged from the hospital I went back to the monastery
where other monks cared for me. I grew weaker and weaker and was
lapsing into unconsciousness. I learned later that I actually died for three
days. My body decayed and stunk of death, and my heart stopped
beating. My body was prepared for cremation and was put through
traditional Buddhist purification rites.

Although I faded away in my body I remember my mind and spirit were
fully alert. I was in a very, very powerful storm. A tremendous wind
flattened the whole landscape until there were no trees or anything else
standing, just a flat plain. I walked very fast along this plain for some
time. There were no other people anywhere, I was all alone. After some
time I crossed a river. On the other side of the river I saw a terrible,
terrible lake of fire. In Buddhism we do not have a concept of a place like
this. At first I was confused and didn't know it was hell until I saw Yama,
the king of hell [Yama is the name ascribed to the King of Hell in
numerous cultures throughout Asia]. His face looked like the face of a
lion, his body was like a lion, but his legs were like a naga [serpent
spirit]. He had a number of horns on his head. Hisface was very fierce,
and I was extremely afraid. Trembling, I asked him his name. He replied,
"I am the king of hell, the Destroyer."

The terrible, terrible lake of fire

The king of hell told me to look into the lake of fire. I looked and I saw
the saffron colored robes that Buddhist monks wear in Myanmar. I looked
closer and saw the shaven head of a man. When I looked at the man's
face I saw it was U Zadila Kyar Ni Kan Sayadaw [the famous monk who
had died in a car accident in 1983]. I asked the king of hell why my
former leader was confined to this lake of torment. I said, "Why is he in
this lake of fire? He was a very good teacher. He even had a teaching
tape called 'Are You a Man or a Dog?' which had helped thousands of
people understand that their worth as humans is far greater than the
animals." The king of hell replied, "Yes, he was a good teacher but he did
not believe in Jesus Christ. That's why he is in hell."

I was told to look at another person who was in the fire. I saw a man with
very long hair wrapped on the left hand side of his head. He was also
wearing a robe. I asked the king of hell, "Who is this man?" He replied,
"This is the one you worship: Gautama [Buddha]." I was very disturbed to
see Gautama in hell. I protested, "Gautama had good ethnics and good
moral character, why is he suffering in this lake of fire?" The king of hell
answered me, "It doesn't matter how good he was. He is in this place
because he did not believe in the Eternal God."

I then saw another man who looked like he was wearing a soldier's
uniform. He had a large wound on his chest. I asked, "Who is this man?"
The king of hell said, "This is Aung San, the revolutionary leader of
Myanmar." I was told, "Aung San is here because he persecuted and
killed Christians, but mostly because he didn't believe in Jesus Christ." In
Myanmar the people have a common saying, "Soldiers never die, they live
on." I was told that the legions of hell have a saying "Soldiers never die,
but they go to hell forever."

I looked and saw another man in the lake of fire. He was a very tall man
and he was dressed in military armor. He was also holding a sword and a
shield. This man had a wound on his forehead. This man was taller than
any person I have ever seen. He was six times the length between a
man's elbow and the tips of his fingers when he stretches his arm out
straight, plus one span of a man's fingers when he spreads out his hand.
The king of hell said, "This man's name is Goliath. He is in hell because he
blasphemed the Eternal God and His servant David." I was confused
because I didn't know who either Goliath or David were. The king of hell
said, "Goliath is recorded in the Christian Bible. You don't know him now,
but when you become a Christian you will know who he is."

I was then taken to a place where I saw both rich and poor people
preparing to eat their evening meals. I asked, "Who cooked the food for
these people?" The king of hell replied, "The poor have to prepare their
own food, but the rich people get others to cook for them." When the food
had been prepared for the rich people they sat down to eat. As soon as
they started a thick smoke came up. The rich people ate as fast as they
could to ease their consciences. They were struggling to breath because
of the smoke. They had to eat fast because they were fearful of losing
their money. Their money is their god.

Another king of hell then came to me. I also saw a being whose job is to
stoke the fires beneath the lake of fire, to keep it hot. This being asked
me, "Are you going into the lake of fire too?" I replied, "No! I am only
here to observe!" The appearance of this creature stoking the fire was
very terrifying. He had ten horns on his head and a spear in his hand that
had seven sharp blades coming from the end. The creature told me, "You
are right. You came here just to observe. I cannot find your name here."
He said, "You must now go back the way you came." He pointed me
toward the desolate plain that I had first walked along before I came to
the lake of fire.

The Road of Decision

I walked a long time, until I was bleeding. I was hot and in great pain.
Finally, after walking for about three hours I came to a wide road. I
walked along this road for some time until I came to a fork. One road,
going off to the left, was wide. A smaller road went off to the right hand
side. There was a signpost at the fork saying that the road to the left was
for those who do not believe in the Lord Jesus Christ. The smaller road to
the right was for believers in Jesus.

I was interested to see where the larger road led so I started down it.
There were two men walking about 300 yards ahead of me. I tried to
catch up with them so I could walk with them but no matter how hard I
tried I couldn't catch them up, so I turned around and went back to the
fork in the road. I continued to watch these two men as they walked down
the road away from me. When they reached the end of the road they were
suddenly stabbed. These two men cried out in great pain! I also cried out
when I saw what happened to them! I realized the bigger road ended in
great danger for those who traveled down it.

Looking into Heaven

I started walking down the believers' road instead. After traveling for
about one hour the surface of the road turned to pure gold. It was so pure
that when I looked down I could see my own reflection perfectly. I then
saw a man standing in front of me. He was wearing a white robe. I also
heard beautiful singing. Oh, it was so beautiful and pure! It was much
better and more meaningful than the worship we have in churches here
on the earth. The man in the white robe asked me to walk with him. I
asked him, "What is your name?" but he did not answer. After I asked his
name six times the man answered, "I am the one who holds the key to
heaven. Heaven is a very, very beautiful place. You cannot go there now
but if you follow Jesus Christ you can go there after your life has finished
on the earth." The man's name was Peter.

Peter then asked me to sit down and he showed me a place to the north.
Peter said, "Look to the north and see God create man." I saw the Eternal
God from a distance. God spoke to an angel, "Let us make man." The
angel pleaded with God and said, "Please don't make man. He will do
wrong and will grieve you." [In Burmese literally: "He will make you lose
face."]. But God created a man named anyway. God blew on the man and
the man came to life. He gave him the name "Adam". [Note: Buddhists do
not believe in the Creation of the world or of man, so this experience had
a significant impact on the monk].

Sent Back with a New Name

Then Peter said, "Now get up and go back to where you came from.
Speak to the people who worship Buddha and who worship idols. Tell
them they must go to hell if they don't change. Those who build temples
and idols will also have to go to hell. Those who give offerings to the
monks to earn merit for themselves with go to hell. All those who pray to
the monks and call them 'Pra' [respectful title for monks] will go to hell.
Those who chant and 'give life' to idols will go to hell. All those who don't
believe in Jesus Christ will go to hell." Peter told me to go back to the
earth and testify about the things I had seen. He also said, "You must
speak in your new name. From now on you are to be called Athet Pyan
Shinthaw Paulu ["Paul who Came Back to Life."].

I didn't want to go back. I wanted to go to heaven. Angels opened a book.
First they looked for my childhood name (Thitpin) in the book, but they
could not find it. They then looked for the name I had been given when
he entered the Buddhist monk hood (U Nata Pannita Ashinthuriya) but it
wasn't written in the book either. Then Peter said, "Your name is not
written here, you must return and testify about Jesus to the Buddhist

I walked back along the gold road. Again I heard beautiful singing, the
kind of which I have never heard before or since. Peter walked with me
until the time I returned to the earth. He showed me a ladder that
reached down from the heaven to the sky. The ladder didn't reach to the
earth, but stopped in mid-air. On the ladder I saw many angels, some
going up to heaven and some going down the ladder. They were very
busy. I asked Peter, "Who are they?" Peter answered, "They are
messengers of God. They are reporting to heaven the names of all those
who believe in Jesus Christ and the names of those who don't believe."
Peter then told me it was time to go back.

It is a Ghost!

The next thing I was aware of was the sound of weeping. I heard my own
mother cry out, "My son, why did you leave us now?" I also heard many
other people weeping. I realized I was lying in a box. I started to move.
My mother and father started shouting, "He is alive! He is alive!" Other
people who were farther away did not believe my parents. I then placed
my hands on the sides of the box and sat upright. Many people were
struck with terror. They cried out, "It is a ghost!" and ran away as fast as
their legs could carry them.

Those who remained were speechless and trembling. I noticed I was
sitting in smelly liquid and body fluids, enough to fill about three and a
half cups. This was liquid that had come out of my stomach and my
insides while my body was lying in the coffin. This is why people knew I
had indeed been dead. Inside the coffin there was a type of plastic sheet
fixed to the wood. This sheet is placed there to retain a corpse's liquids,
because many dead bodies release much fluid like mine did.

I learned later that I was just moments away from being cremated in the
flames. In Myanmar people are placed in a coffin, the lid is then nailed
shut, and the whole coffin is burned. When I came back to life my mother
and father were being allowed to look at my body for the very last time.
Moments later the lid of my coffin would have been nailed shut and I
would have been cremated!

I immediately started to explain the things I had seen and heard. People
were astonished. I told them about the men I had seen in the lake of fire,
and told them that only the Christians know the truth, that our
forefathers and us have been deceived for thousands of years! I told them
everything we believe is a lie. The people were astonished because they
knew what kind of a monk I had been and how zealous I had been for the
teachings of Buddha.

In Myanmar when a person dies their name and age is written on the side
of the coffin. When a monk dies, the monk's name, age and the number
of years he has served as a monk are written on the side of the coffin. I
had already been recorded as dead but as you can see, now I am alive!


Since 'Paul who came back to life' experienced the above story he has
remained a faithful witness to the Lord Jesus Christ. Burmese pastors
have told us that he had led hundreds of other monks to faith in Christ.
His testimony is obviously very uncompromising. Because of that, his
message has offended many people who cannot accept there is only one
Way to Heaven, the Lord Jesus Christ. Despite great opposition, his
experiences were so real to him that he has not wavered. After many
years in the Buddhist monk hood, as a strict follower of Buddhist
teachings, he immediately proclaimed the Gospel of Christ following his
resurrection and exhorted other monks to forsake all false gods and follow
Jesus Christ with all their hearts. Before the time of his sickness and
death he had no exposure to Christianity at all. Everything he learned
during those three days in the grave was new to his mind.

In a bid to get his message out to as many people as possible, this
modern-day Lazarus began distributing audio and video cassette tapes
with his story on them. The police and Buddhist authorities in Myanmar
have done their utmost to gather these tapes up and destroy them. The
testimony you have just read has been translated form one of those
cassette tapes. We are told it is now quite dangerous for citizens of
Myanmar to be in possession of these tapes.

His fearless testimony has landed him in prison at least once, where the
authorities failed in their bid to silence him. Upon his release he continued
to testify of the things he saw and heard. His current whereabouts are
uncertain. One Burmese informant told us he is prison and may have
been killed, while another informant was told he is now released from
prison and is continuing his ministry.

Glory to Almighty GOD Who sent HIS Only Begotten Son JESUS CHRIST to save US all!!!

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