VISIT TO THE 5TH PALACE AND TO THE PLATFORM FOR VISION OF NATIVE PLACE. DISCUSSION WITH KING YEN LO. Master Yang Tshieng who manifested on April 13th, 1977. Year of the Snake POEM We unveil the five hidden palaces of hell In hope that man will improve well The devil is subdued by the magic peach-branch Then celestial gongs echoe to awaken man.
Master Yang Tshieng: The Venerable Buddha Tse Kong is busy tonight. By order of God, I take
his place and accompany you on your trip to hell. We don’t have much time to spare. Make ourselves ready for the departure.
Yang Ts’ien: I am grateful for your coming in person to accompany me, Venerable Master. But on the other nights, Buddha Tse Kong and I used to travel with a dais of lotus. By what means shall we
go tonight, and why do you take along this dog?
Master Yang: Buddhas
and Immortals possess their own means of transportation. Buddha Tse Kong has his dais, I have this dog. We’re going to mount it.
YT: It doesn’t run fast enough. By the way, it looks pretty fierce. No one would like to approach it. One risks having their bones crushed by its terrible jaws.
Master Yang: It isn’t a dog of the terrestrial world. It’s rather a celestial dog
and it is also the strength of my legs. Since it’s a wise dog, how can it bite you?
: Our trip would be handicapped by its running speed.
Master Yang: Not at all. It will run at top speed because its four legs are like the wheels
of a car. It can even exceed the lotus-speed. Don’t worry about that.
: Here I am riding on it. I must make sure I am well seated, or else a somersault would be a catastrophe. Will you sit right in front of me and keep a sharp lookout, Master?
: Take it easy, young man. Everything will be all right. Now, shut your eyes. YT
: Where are we going, Master?
Master Yang: To the 5th Palace. Here we arrive. Buddhas and Immortals live together under
the same roof. It’s just like two men in the world buying two cars of different makes. Each of them believes his car is better and challenges the other to race. Man’s heart is similar to an engine. If it’s a good
engine, then man will feel comfortable to roll on the road with great confidence. YT: You’re right, Master. I see before us a group of souls climbing onto a platform and jostling each other. The sinful souls, male and female, are escorted by the infernal guards, while
some other souls are not. They seem to be smiling and happy, instead. What is this place called, Master?
Master Yang: This is called the “Platform for Vision of Native
Place”. All of the sinful souls arriving in hell must pass by the 5th Palace to look in the mirror of “Vision of Native Place” to see their living children. Regrets and nostalgia make them shed bitter tears. The
unchastised souls are also permitted to look in the mirror to recognize their children performing daily activities.
YT: Over there, I see men and horses standing in lines. They
look solemn and disciplined. Who are those saints and genii?
They are the King of the 5th Palace and military and civilian dignitaries. They are coming down the steps to meet us. Let’s make haste.
YT: My name is Yang Ts’ien, disciple of the Temple of the Sages in Tai Chu. By order of God, I have to
prepare the book “Voyages to Hell” with a view to convert humans. Tonight, I visit your palace under the guidance of Master Yang Tsh’ieng. We are grateful for any of your assistance. The King: The Temple of the Sages has contributed greatly to the propagation of faith and publication of religious
instruction books which have helped change many bad elements and raised morally weak people from their downfall. Its merits are admirable. Several souls detained in the 5th Palace had read your precious books in
their lifetime and printed them for distribution. I have taken into consideration their good deeds and granted them my pardon so they can free themselves and be rewarded according to their good actions.
YT: Your clemency is really great, Sir. It is evident that the souls must first exert effort and achieve merits before they can be rewarded for it.
The King: Dispense from ceremonials, Mr. Yang
Ts’ien. Stand up please. Now, if you care to follow me inside for some relaxation.
Master Yang: Thank you, Sir. It will be done the next time we
come. Could we have a look at the “Platform for Vision of Native Place” now?
: Why not? Let’s go right away.
: Thank you very much, Sir.
The King: All of the sinful souls coming to the 5th Palace have to pass by the Mirror of
Vision. Most of them are sentimental and greatly attached to their children and their native place in the living world. Sinful or not, they are all authorized to look once in the mirror.
Master Yang: The voice of the heart is hard to repress. Look at that old man, escorted by the guards, who is crying his eyes out before the mirror for “Vision of Native Place”. What could be the
reason for his crying so bitterly?
The King: This old man had sinned heavily in his life. He later endured torment in hell which is now
drawing to an end. He comes to the Platform for Vision of Native Place to look back at his children and grandchildren. Now, he realizes that his offspring have no feelings whatsoever for him. He finds that some are
absorbed in watching television, the others are relaxing idly in their rooms. None of them has any recollection of his onetime existence. He recalls the pain and labour he experienced in his lifetime for the sake of
his progeny, and now their indifference dumbfounds him exceedingly.
Master Yang: If one fails to
practice virtue in order to regenerate when living, it is useless in death to count on the prayers and requiem of one’s children, in case the latter believe neither in saints and immortals nor in the law of cause of
effect. It is best to do good when one is still in full possession of one’s vigour and vital energy. It’s the only guarantee for one’s next life. YT
: I did look in the mirror, but I saw no images. The mirror was all white. Why so?
Master Yang: Your eyes are fleshly ones. Buddha Tse Kong had taken you to the “Pure Heart Pond” to cleanse them of worldly dust. But it was a long time
ago, and several thick layers of dust have now formed on them, and this is the reason why you see no images in the mirror. The “Vision of Native Place” is a marvelous mechanism that allows for change.
The King: Soiled by worldly dust, your eyes have become sandy and you can’t see the images. Holy-water must be brought here to wash Mr. Yang Ts’ien’s eyes!
: At your request, Sir... Here it is!
: Please, open wide your eyes, and wash them with this.
: Thank you, Sir. Well, well, I see clearly, now. That’s wonderful!
: Look in the mirror now.
YT: My God! I see the Temple of the Sages and its different images appearing by turns in
the mirror. In an atmosphere of veneration I see myself seated in front of the mediumnistic screen, in the middle of the sanctuary. The celestial Cherub-medium Yu Hiu is directing my hands, dipping the brush-pen in
the inkpot, and writing the accounts. The secretaries of the Temple, on my two sides, are taking notes. Brother Sha Sheng Liu dictates the words as soon as they appear on the movie-like screen.
The King: It’s quite hard for you to comprehend the amazing operation and
possibilities of the Mirror of Vision. As you can see, the celestial medium Yu Hiu, whose occult eyes capture every image, is transmitting on the screen all the things you see in this prison. His eyes resemble the
Mirror for Vision of Native Place which focuses the rays of the Yin and Yang that pierce through the obstacles.
YT: The divine mysteries are certainly beyond our comprehension. Another old man is now here to climb on
the Platform for Vision of Native Place. He is without escort, and walks freely, guided by a guard. He looks jolly and happy.
The King: He was an honest man and a disciple of the religious order.
He died recently, his children and grandchildren are saying prayers before his altar. This token of affection is a fine gesture of filial piety, which affords him great satisfaction while watching them in the
mirror. Though he only acquired merits of average order, he will be allowed to further his regeneration in the religious way, for he has understood that birth and death are two inevitable things in a man’s life and
that every regret for, and attachment to life is useless. In the future, he can be nominated a genius.
YT: Why is it that the dead people can perceive the images in the mirror, whereas a profane man like me can’t?
The King: Because you are
still living, and your soul is tied to the flesh of your body. The dead have their souls detached from their bodies. Their condition of life has been transformed, and while staying in the world of the dead, they can
perceive the living beings. Their souls possess infinite possibilities which the living don’t.
: We don’t have much time left. We have to leave you, Sir; and the dignitaries. YT
: Once again, we thank you for your hospitality.
: Muster your troops, generals and officers. Present arms for the salute. Master Yang
: Yang Ts’ien, come down the platform...
: Master, I notice the third eye you have on your forehead, between the brows. Master Yang: It’s a celestial eye, the three precious luminaries of the cosmos: star, sun, and moon which are united in it
and they shine in all splendor. Its power is immense, its role consists of catching the spirits and devils in the terrestrial world. My presence sows terror among them. YT: With your superhuman power, you certainly can read men’s most hidden thoughts, I presume.
Master Yang: Don’t peek at me like this. Any person with upright eyes looks upward, toward the deities in heaven. The wicked one dare not to do likewise.
YT: I am still naive in my first encounter with you. It goes without saying that I open wide my eyes without seeing the
high mountain before me. It’s quite ridiculous of me! Master Yang: Not the least. It’s quite normal, Yang Ts’ien. Now ride on the celestial dog. We’re going home.
: I’m ready. Shall we go?
Master Yang: Here is the Temple. Come down, and restore your body.