Posted on this site 27th March 2007
A Buddhist Monk Raised from the Dead
In 1998, a Buddhist monk
died. A few days later, his funeral was held, at which he was to be cremated.
From the smell, it was obvious that his body had already started to decompose -
he was very clearly dead! Hundreds of monks and relatives of the dead man
attended the funeral. Just as the body was about to be burned, the dead monk
suddenly sat up. The events shocked the whole region. Over 300 monks became
Christians and started to study the Bible. Cassette tapes of the monkís report
were distributed throughout
My name is Athet Pyan Shintaw Paulu. I was born in 1958. When I became 18 years of age, my Buddhist parents sent me as a novice to a monastery. At 19, I became a monk, entering a monastery, where I was instructed by probably the most famous Buddhist teacher of the time, who was killed in a car crash in 1983. I was given a new name when I entered the monastery. I tried to deny my own selfish thoughts and desires; even when mosquitoes landed on my arm, I would let them bite me instead of brushing them away.
When I was about 40 years old, I became very ill, and the doctors diagnosed a combination of Malaria and Yellow Fever. After a month in hospital, they told me that they could do no more for me, and discharged me so that I could prepare myself for my death. Back in the monastery, I became ever weaker, and finally lost consciousness. I only discovered that I had died later: my body started to decay and smelled of death, my heart had ceased beating. My body was put through the Buddhist cleansing rites.
I found myself in a powerful storm which blew everything away. Not a single tree, nothing was left standing. I was in an empty plain. After some time, I crossed a river, and saw a terrible lake of fire. I was confused, because Buddhism knows no such thing. I did not know that it was Hell until I met Yama, the King of Hell. His face was that of a lion, his feet like snakes, and he had many horns on his head. When I asked his name, he said "I am the King of Hell, the Destroyer."
I then saw the
saffron-colored robes of
"Yes, he was a good teacher," said Yama, "but he did not believe in Jesus Christ. Thatís why he is in Hell."
I was then shown another man, with long hair bound in a ball on the left side of his head. He also wore a robe, and when I asked who he was, I was told "Gautama" (This was the Buddhaís name. Buddha is an honorary name meaning "The Enlightened One."). I was distraught. Buddha in Hell, with all of his ethics and moral character?
"It is not important how good he was. He did not believe in the eternal God, so he is in Hell," answered the King of Hell. I also saw Aung San, the revolutionary leader. "He is here because he persecuted and killed Christians, but mainly because he did not believe in Jesus Christ," I was told.
Another man was very tall, wearing armor and carrying a sword and shield. He had a wound on his forehead. He was larger than anyone else I could see, around 22 feet tall. The King of Hell said "That is Goliath, who is in Hell because he mocked the eternal God and his servant David." I had never heard of either Goliath or David.
Another ĎKing of Hellí approached me and asked "Are you also going into the lake of fire?"
"No," I said, "I am just here to look."
"You are right," the creature said. "You only came to look. I canít find your name in the book. Youíll have to go back to where you came from."
On the way back, I saw two paths, one wide, one narrow. The narrow path, which I followed for about an hour, soon became pure gold. I could see my own reflection perfectly! A man calling himself Peter told me "Now go back to tell the people who worship Buddha and other gods that they will end up in Hell if they do not change. They should believe in Jesus." He then gave me a new name: Athet Pyan Shintaw Paulu (meaning: Paul who returned to life).
The next thing I heard was my mother crying. "Son, why are you leaving us now?" I realized that I was lying in a coffin. When I moved, my parents cried out "Heís alive!", but the others around them did not believe them. When they saw me, they were frozen with fear, and started shouting "Itís a ghost!"
I noticed that I was sitting in about 3Ĺ cups of an odorous liquid, which must have come from my body as I lay in the coffin. I was told that I was about to be cremated. When a monk dies, his name, age and the number of years of his service as a monk are inscribed in the coffin. I had already been registered as dead, but as you can see, Iím alive!"
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Adapted from Asian Minorities Outreach
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