Another gleaning from old emails. THIS IS ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITE GOD STORIES . . . regarding a BUDDHIST MONK that God converted all on HIS own. . . . Addy's etc. are likely out of date.
From: "ANZAC prophetic list"
prophetic@storm-harvest.asn.au
To: ANZAC Prop List
prophetic@storm-harvest.asn.au
Subject: Resurrected Budhhist speaks
DAWN News service
A few weeks ago, we published the astonishing story of a Buddhist monk in Myanmar, who rose from the dead during his own funeral, three days after his death. The report was distributed on cassette. We have now obtained a translation of the report, of which this Friday Fax is a summary.
"We first heard of the events from a number of Burmese church leaders, who investigated the reports and have no doubt as to their authenticity. The monk, Athet Pyan Shintaw Paulu, has turned his life around, and suffers and risks much to tell his story. Nobody would undergo such hardship for nothing. He has already led hundreds of monks to Jesus, has been imprisoned, despised by his relatives, friends and colleagues, and been threatened with death if he does not tone down the reports. His current whereabouts are not certain: one Burmese source claims that he is in prison and may have been murdered, another that he is free and preaching."
(AMO: see below)
MY NAME IS ATHET PYAN SHINTAW PAULU
I was born in 1958 in Bogale in the Irrawaddy Delta, Southern Myanmar (Burma). 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 the Mandalay Kyaikasan Kyaing monastery, where I was instructed by probably the most famous Buddhist teacher of the time, U Zadila Kyar Ni Kan Sayadaw, who was killed in a car crash in 1983. I was given a new name when I entered the monastery: U Nata Pannita Ashinthuriya.
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. 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.
BUT MY SPIRIT WAS WIDE AWAKE
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-coloured robes of Myanmar's monks in the fire, and upon looking closer, saw U Zadila Kyar Ni Kan Sayadaw's shaven head. 'Why is he in the lake of fire?'
I asked. 'He was a very good teacher; his cassette "Are you a human or a dog?" helped thousands of people recognise that they are worth more than a dog.' 'Yes, he was a good teacher,' said Yama, 'but he did not believe in Jesus Christ. That's why he is in Hell.'
BUDDHA 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, who you worship (Buddha).' 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 armour 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 'King of Hell' 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 can't find your name. You'll 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, was soon made of 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 (Paul, who returned to life). The next thing I heard was my mother crying. 'Son, why are you leaving us now?!' I realised that I was lying in a coffin. When I moved, my parents cried out 'He's alive!', but the others around them did not believe them. When they saw me, they were frozen with fear, and started shouting 'It's a ghost!'. I noticed that I was sitting in about 3 1/2 cups of an odorous liquid, which must have come from my body as I lay in the coffin. I was told that they were about to cremate me. 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, I'm alive!"
Source: Asian Minorities Outreach, P.O. Box 901, Palestine, TX
HERE: http://www.antioch.com.sg/mission/asianmo
Text (c) DAWN Europe. Redistribution is explicitly allowed as long as the copyright remains intact with the text. Editor: Wolfgang Simson.
HERE: http://www.jesus.org.uk/dawn/index.html
MAY GOD'S ETERNAL, TIMELESS MAJEST BY EXALTED.
A classic from Hollie Moody and another gleaning from old emails. . . . Apt and sobering . . . about HIS SHEEP KNOWING HIS VOICE as well as other important issues:
From: "ANZAC prophetic list" prophetic@storm-harvest.asn.au
To: ANZAC Prop List prophetic@storm-harvest.asn.au
Subject: School in Hell
From:
hlmoody61@aol.com Sent: Wednesday, April 26, 2000 4:04 AM
Subject: School In Hell
As I was praying (on April 25th, 2000; Tuesday), I began to see in my mind a picture of the Lord. He was sitting on a rock and groups of people of all ages were gathered around Him. They all seemed to be laughing and talking together. I felt joy and peace and happiness as I viewed this scene. At times, the Lord would reach down and bring a child onto His lap. Or, He would reach out and a baby would be placed into His arms. He would then gaze down into the face of the baby and speak softly and tenderly to
the baby. At other times, someone would draw close to His side, and He would place His arm around them, and draw them closer to Him.
An angel approached the Lord. From the way this angel was dressed, I sensed immediately that this was a warring angel. The crowd before the Lord parted to allow the angel to draw near to the Lord. A silence fell over the laughing, joyous crowd as the angel stopped before the Lord and began to speak. I heard the angel's voice, and heard frustration and perplexity in his voice.
"There is work to be done," the angel said to the Lord. "Why do You and the people only sit here idly? These are dangerous times. The people should be doing battle in prayer and in the spirit. Instead, they sit here at Your feet, laughing. They are completely unaware of what is even now transpiring in the courts of hell. Why are You allowing this?"
The Lord gazed with love at the angel before Him. "Before I answer your questions," the Lord replied, "take this child of Mine and show them what is being planned by the enemy."
Both the angel and the Lord then turned their heads and stared at me. "This will be too much for her," the angel protested.
"Take her, and show her," the Lord repeated.
I began to back nervously away as the angel approached me. "Where are you taking me?" I asked the angel.
"To the enemy's camp," the angel replied.
"Go with him," the Lord instructed me.
I felt very nervous and afraid, but allowed the angel to touch me. As soon as the angel touched me, we were in darkness. I felt fear engulf me. "Fear not," the angel said to me, and instantly, the fear vanished.
The darkness seemed to dissipate, and I discovered that the angel and I were in what appeared to be a great court. A man was sitting on a large throne, and before him were gathered all types of creatures and men. "Who is that man on the throne?" I asked the angel. "And who are the creatures and men gathered before him?"
"That is the accuser of the brethren and his armies," the angel replied.
I then realized that I was in the presence of Satan.
Satan was speaking, and I heard him say, "This will be our strategy." He then got up from his throne and went to stand in front of a large map on the wall behind him. As I stared at the map, I became aware that it was a map of the entire world.
Satan began to divide the world up into sections. Then, he called out some names. I saw the creatures and the men gathered before Satan part, and very large and strong looking angelic beings approached Satan. I could
sense the power of these beings, and sensed the evil and wickedness of that power. A hush had fallen over the crowd.
"Who are these beings?" I whispered to the angel who I was with.
The angel I was with seemed concerned. "They are Satan's princes."
Satan began speaking again, and he was assigning sections of the world to each of these "princes."
"You will need your armies," Satan said to them. "Choose whoever you will. All is at your disposal."
The large beings then began to pick and choose who would be in their particular army. When they were finished, they all turned back to Satan and stared at him.
"Each prince will teach you our strategy to deceive and to destroy and to slay mankind," Satan said. "Go with them."
The prince's and their armies began to exit from the presence of Satan. The angel and I began to follow one of the groups. They went into what appeared to be a school room. The prince went to the front of the room and
began to instruct his army on how to deceive, destroy and slay the people in their particular section of the world that had been allocated to them. The angel and I then went to each "classroom." The same plans and strategies were being "taught" in each "classroom." Suddenly, the
"classes" began to leave the rooms. The angel and I followed them. They congregated back in front of Satan.
"Report," Satan said. "How will we deceive, destroy and slay mankind?"
One of the princes came forward and began to outline their plans and strategies to Satan.
"The people want signs and wonders and miracles from their religious leaders," the prince said. "We know that our enemy will be, and has begun already, to grant this unto his children. We will slip in with a counterfeit move, and deceive many. We have taught our armies how to mimic
worship, praise, and looking and acting like a true believer. We will give unto our armies the ability to work signs, wonders and even miracles. But while all become focused upon these outward manifestations, others of us
will begin behind the scenes to dilute the message of the gospel. We will accomplish this partly through speaking to the people about God's 'true' nature. We will allow the people to create God into what and who they want
Him to be."
"Good," Satan said. "Very good."
The prince began to speak once again. "When the people have created their own version of God, then, we will give them OUR god."
The crowd before Satan began to cheer wildly.
"We must depart !" the angel urged me.
Suddenly, we were back before the Lord. He was still in the midst of His children; laughing with them, talking to them, touching them.
A silence fell over the group once again as the angel I was with once more approached the Lord. The angel reported to the Lord all we had heard and seen in hell.
"So why are You just sitting here with the people?" the angel asked the Lord. "Send them away to begin to do battle. How will they be able to discern this coming great deception if they aren't even aware that one is
coming?"
The Lord became grave. His face as He looked at His children was alight with His great love for them. I noticed tears in His eyes. Then, He turned His head and looked at the angel speaking with Him.
"My children will know the false, by knowing the true," the Lord said. "The longer they spend in My presence, the more they will know My voice when they hear it. A voice of a stranger, they will not follow."
"But the enemy has those who have been taught to speak just as You do," the angel protested. "They sound almost just like You."
"Almost," the Lord replied gently. "Almost they sound like Me. Only My sheep who have lingered long in My presence will know the voice of their true Shepherd. And this is why I spend so much time with My children. I spend as much time with them as they allow Me to. I know very well what
the enemy is planning. My plans are plans of love and fellowship."
The angel and the Lord both fell silent as they gazed at the crowd before the Lord. "Love them well," the angel replied.
"Yes, a battle is coming," the Lord sighed, and I saw tears in His eyes. "Great wickedness and persecution upon My children; My true children who know My voice. A time of wickedness and persecution such as has never been seen or experienced. Yet in the midst of it all, I will move, I will bless, I will speak, I will love. I will win. There are those of My children who sense much of this. They are the ones who will never stop praying and interceding; not even in times of seeming peace."
"What about me, Lord?" I asked.
The angel and the Lord looked at me. "Pray," the Lord replied. "Tell the prayer warriors to strengthen themselves and their brothers and sisters in the times of peace. I will be pouring out of My Spirit upon all nations
and peoples. It will spread to even the most unlikely of places~~ television, magazines, newspapers, radios, even the Internet. And it will be here that the battle will truly begin, and the deception begin."
The Lord stood up.
"It is time?" the angel asked Him.
"It is time," the Lord replied.
Then, I was no longer with the Lord or the angel, but praying once again.
John 10 is in my mind; especially verse 14 ~~ "I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine."
~~ hollie l. moody