VISIT TO THE PRISON OF SINEW-CUTTING AND BONE-CHOPPING
Tse Kong who manifested on February 16th, 1977. Year of the snake (1977)
We arrive to the destination. Let’s go down.
I see before us a placard written “Prison of Sinew-Cutting and
Bone-Chopping”. The Mandarin-Governor and his officers are waiting to
welcome us at the door. My greetings, Excellency and Generals. I am Yang
Ts’ien, accompanied by my Master, Buddha Tse Kong. We visit your
prison tonight as reporters. Your information is highly appreciated.
By order of God, I take Yang Ts’ien to hell for writing a book
titled “Voyages to Hell”. At the present time, religion is in
decadence. Materialism is in vogue, whereas spiritualism erases itself
into oblivion. All stratagems and guiles are utilized to satisfy men’s
greed. They refuse no crimes to amass as much money as possible. Where
is the conscience God had given us? It is really sad to hear these words
every place “conscience surrenders to money”. The Temple of the
Sages had received the order to proceed with the expansion of faith by
publishing religious and ethical books in order to save the men in
perdition and lead them back to the right path. Its masterpieces of
morality have been appreciated by our Father, God the All-Mighty, who
recently issued a special edict bidding it to prepare the book
“Voyages to Hell”. I have the mission to accompany Yang Ts’ien and
show him the realities of hell. We would feel greatly obliged if you
would assist us in our task.
I see you are dedicated to the accomplishment of your task. Besides, I
have had a message about this matter, and I think everything is ready.
Look, Master! Those cruel demons are cutting the sinews of the
souls’ arms and they shriek appallingly. The victims are tied securely
to stakes in the form of crosses, and they can’t budge an inch.
Mandarin: You are in the prison called “Sinew-cutting and
Bone-chopping”. With sharp-edged, hard cutlasses, the demon-guards
begin by cutting the sinews of the arms, dissecting the flesh which they
throw to “steel dogs”, finally, chopping under the arm-bones. This
torture makes the sinful souls suffer to the extreme.
I see many souls fall unconscious and a little farther, black
dogs are crunching their arms. In the living world, the dogs never eat
human flesh. At mealtime, they used to crouch under the dining table,
and content themselves with the bones of chickens, pork, or fish their
masters tossed to them. Excuse me, Excellency, where are these black
Mandarin: They are called “steel dogs”. They are terribly ferocious and
eat nothing but the flesh and bones of sinful souls, a fact which is
never seen in the human world. They
are raised in all palaces of hell to punish the souls who are devoid of
any sense of morality and virtue. The Asiatic people used to say
“wolf’s entrails and dog’s heart”. They allude to this kind of
dogs in hell. On the contrary, the dogs of the living world are much
different from these. They are loyal and intelligent. Some dogs of rare
breed have their intelligence so highly developed that they behave like
men and even sleep in their masters’ beds.
I understand perfectly. Disloyal and dishonest men are inferior
to these dogs of precious breed.
I’m going to use my miracle-fan to revive these dying souls.
How miraculous! These sinful souls recover their initial body
form and come back to life.
Mandarin: I have at your disposal three sinners. They will tell the reasons
for their condemnation here after their death. Now, you are the
first to speak. We are ready to hear you.
What a poignant pain! Right at this moment, my children and
grandchildren on earth can’t imagine what is happening to me in hell,
especially how atrociously I am suffering. They all think death is the
end of everything, and beyond it there is nothing but a void. I was a
tea-dealer in my life. I had the dark thought of increasing my profits
by cheating on the weight. With my skill in maneuvering the balance, I
succeeded to weigh 14 ounces instead of 16 for each pound (Chinese) and
thus gained two ounces. I continued to perform this trick throughout my
life, though I knew perfectly that measures should be accurate, and that
the one who cheats half-a-pound in this life will have to repay 8 ounces
in his next life. I heard neither the voice of my conscience nor the
advice of my friends, and I paid no attention to the punishment that was
waiting for me. At last, death befell me. My soul was arrested and escorted
to hell. I was led to stand before the mirror revelator of past crimes
where all the dishonest acts of my past were reflected. The King of the
4th Palace inflicted upon me a sanction of ten years of imprisonment in
this prison of “Sinew-cutting and Bone-chopping”. Day after day, the
torment repeats itself. The demons sever my sinews, chop my arm-bones
and slice my flesh in the way a housewife scales a fish. I am
remorseful, but I know it’s too late. I appeal to the merchants of the
world to conduct their business honestly. Weight-cheating is heavily
punished in hell. The most trifling misdeed can’t pull the wool over
the eyes of the deities. The King of Hell hates the cheats like us. He
watches us closely, and the demons are merciless.
Mandarin: You are well aware of
what you did, aren’t you? Now, the demons help you reform your hands
once and for all. Now, the second soul.
soul: Yes, Excellency. When in
life, I missed schooling because I was poor. I made a living by buying
old objects and used items for re-sale. Everyday I rode my tricycle in
the streets, bought pieces of waste paper, iron scraps of all types,
worn out clothing, torn footgear, etc. One of my companions told me that
the gain on waste copper, bronze and iron would be small if I was too
honest, and that I should cheat on the weights to gain more profits. I
did as I was advised and with dexterous hands, I succeeded to play my
trick without being caught. A ten kilo weight item weighed only seven
kilos on my balance. The dealers of used wares knew nothing of my magic.
They were content to clear out their rubbish. I lived a fraudulent life
and earned a lot of money. Upon my death, my soul was led before the
infuriated King of Hell who vehemently accused me of cheating in
commerce and corrupted virtues. I was condemned to 15 years of
imprisonment. The torment is renewed everyday; the infernal guards
despise and insult me mercilessly. I am really miserable. Have pity on
me, Mr. Yang Ts’ien. I beg you to mediate for my grace so I can be
released a little sooner. I prostrate humble before you.
Please, Master, this soul seems to have confessed in all
frankness. He deserves some mercy. He is in tatters, which moves me a
lot. Can you do something for him?
All this is of the authority of the Mandarin-Governor. We’d
better not meddle in what concerns him.
Mandarin: Your hands are
unclean, remember. The demons cut your sinews, chop your bones and slice
your flesh to teach you the accuracy of weights, even the lightest ones.
Don’t moan, be stoical in your suffering. Show yourself worthy of a
man and cease your supplication. Now, to the next soul, the third one.
We are attentive.
The soul: My husband was a government employee of high grade. While he was busy in his office, and my children were at school, the women of my neighborhood taught me how to play mah-jong. At first, I was ignorant of the rules of the game, but little I became well-versed in playing not only mah-jong but also all types of cards. The money I lost in card-playing was not important. More deplorable was the fact that I gave no care whatsoever to my husband and my children, and I left my household without a mistress. I spent nearly all my time in gambling-dens. My husband tried to persuade me to stay at home, but to no avail. I turned a deaf ear to him, and frequent quarrels occured in my family. Four years ago, I suffered from heart disease and died. The King of Hell’s judgment sent me to this prison. I still have six months to go. I appeal to the women of the living world, advising them to think of virtue, particularly of their task as homemaker. They should try to remain as “home-angels” instead of imitating my example, if they don’t want to taste bitter things in hell, with their bodies mutilated and their arms chopped off.
Mandarin: A housewife is the
mistress of a household. She has a sacred duty. It’s a pity that you
neglected your duty as a housewife and gave yourself up to gambling. You
had corrupted the manners and customs of society. The only thing that
saved you was that you didn’t cheat in gambling as did a professional
gambler and the King of hell granted you reasonable punishment.
And the professional cheats, where are they detained?
Mandarin: They are not of my province.
It is the job of King “High Mount” of the 7th Palace. I advise
humans to change in time if they have the passion for gambling. Their
sins will be forgiven if they print and distribute the volumes of
“Voyages to Hell”.
TK: It’s rather late. Let’s think of returning to the Temple. Yang Ts’ien, extend you thanks to His Excellency, then hurry to the dais... Here’s the Temple. Your body is waiting for you, son.