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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

people."

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!

Epilogue

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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