SHOCKING: Former Buddhist Monk Claims Having Risen From the Dead

MONK SEES BUDDHA IN HELL AND LIVES TO TELL (Guatama)

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(SACRAMENTO, CA) - This video is an extremely different item to emerge out of Myanmar, the Asian country formerly known as Burma that will soon be visited by both U.S. President Barack Obama, and U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. It is released by one of the Rakhine Buddhist monks, many of whom have been conducting a Genocide against the stateless Rohingya Muslims, a group that has long faced persecution as a minority population in a country viewed until very recently as a pariah state.

I watched the video, it is about a miraculous survival and an inspiring story of enlightenment to Christianity. While unconfirmed, this man's near-death experience makes Betty Eadie and other noted near-death survivors look like lightweights, when in fact they are anything of the case. At any rate, this former Buddhist monk says he had been dead for days, very dead; his corpse was rotting and so that would make this case more like Lazarus than a near-death. He explains he was unquestionably dead for days and preparing to be placed on the funeral pyre when he rose from his state.

So, the context is very relevant to the current Myanmar situation, where Buddhists trash their reputation for being peaceful and instead burn villages of Muslims by the hundred, raping women and murdering everyone in sight for being wrong in their eyes, based upon a religious difference, and the nagging false claim that Rohingyas are 'illegal aliens' from Bangladesh. This presentation includes several points very relevant to today's deadly situation, very succinctly. The murders committed by the government and police in Burma are bad enough, but the Rankine Buddhist mobs, how can such cruelty exist?

Please watch the video and note the observations about everyone from Buddha himself to Aung San, whose daughter today mostly ignores the plight of these unfortunate people, saying she doesn't want to take sides, it is a pathetic story, a great world leader has thrown her reputation into the gutter as far as most of the Rohingyas see it, and I could not agree more, it is very sad about Aung San Suu Kyi's refusal to help them.
- Tim King, News Editor for Salem-News.com

MONK SEES BUDDHA IN HELL AND LIVES TO TELL (Guatama)

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English Translation the Monks Testimony Video voice from testimony:

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 arrangements 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...