VISIT TO THE PRISON WITH VENOMOUS WASPS
Tse Kong who manifested on March 6th. Year of the Snake(1977)
Tse Kong: It is no easy thing for a man to regenerate
until he attains the plane of genii and immortals. More difficult is to
know how to keep his heart pure and his soul sane to attain it. In the
world, the different religions open wide their doors to spread religious
teachings. Magnificent churches, synagogues, pagodas, and temples are
constructed to propagate faith. In these places, lectures of holy
scriptures are given, religious dogmas are discussed, adepts are
trained, meditation is practiced to illuminate men, in a word, every
effort is exerted for the salvation of humans. They are a kind of minute
paradise in the bosom of the earth. Unfortunately, a number of people
recently took advantage of Godís name to commit perverse actions. They
commercialize the geniuses and saints, make up wooden statues, and
utilize all kinds of stratagems and guiles to cheat the trusting and
gullible folks just to earn money. By so doing, they disgrace the
deities, and their crimes are innumerable. For having scorned the world
and done harm to the people, they will be punished by the laws of hell,
as their crimes are unforgivable. Yang Tsíien, I accompany you to hell
tonight so you can see with your own eyes what is going on and relate
the facts that serve as examples for men. Come quickly on the dais.
Iím seated, Master. Where shall we go?
To the Prison with Venomous Wasps. Close your eyes and letís
The prison with venomous wasps is over there. Sinful souls are
numerous. The demons are driving them in with heavy blows of whips and
canes along the road. The souls yell terribly and shed bitter tears.
Itís heart-breaking to look at them. What sins have they committed?
These souls made their living at the expense of deities. They
enjoyed their dishonesty so fully that they are now at the mercy of the
laws of hell. Letís come in to see things more closely. The
Mandarin-Governor and the General are waiting for us. Letís go greet
I have the honor to present myself as Yang Tsíien, a disciple
of the Temple of the Sages. I received the order to visit hell with my
master, Buddha Tse Kong, in order to write a book. I hope to be granted
Mandarin: With great pleasure, gentlemen. This prison called ďPrison with
Venomous WaspsĒ is newly constructed and placed under the
administration of the 4th Palace. Because the number of sinners has been
increasing rapidly these recent days, the Pontiff King of Hell ordered
the construction of this prison to reform and reeducate them. Please
come inside for a better look.
Thank you, Excellency. Help, Master! All these redoutable wasps!
I just canít go farther. There are so many of them, as black as ebony,
as big as a thumb, they look like tiger-head wasps in the world. They
fly in all directions, attacking the sinful souls with their stinging.
The latter are moaning painfully, and try in vain to dodge. At last they
succumb in the corners of the rooms. Here are some of the wasps flying
in our direction. I think weíll have to find some shelter for hiding,
Master. These wasps are dangerous. Their sting could be deadly.
Donít be panicky, Yang Tsíien. These insects have souls. They
know how to discriminate between good and bad men. The trunks of these
souls exhale a vicious odor that attracts them. They are like the flies
which alight on dirty things, and fly away from what is clean. These
wasps are coming to greet us. Just relax, son.
Queer, isnít it? They are just like firecrackers which burst
without hurting anybody. They are noisily welcoming distinguished guests.
Just come a little nearer to see better. Have no fear. If these
wasps attack anyone who is in their way, we would be the first ones to
flee. They are different from those of the world. They are genius-wasps.
They only attack the swindlers who hide behind the saints and immortals
to do bad acts for a living. Now the sinners try to flee but they
canít. The more they seek to hide, the more the wasps chase after
them. Look at their bodies swollen with lumps, especially on the heads.
The venom tortures them to the extreme, they utter ear-splitting
shrieks, covering their heads and running like ducks.
I find this torment cruel. The cell is quite narrow, the souls
try to get away, but they have no means. Neither a door, nor an exit.
They donít have anybody to turn to. Excellency, what have they done to
endure this torment?
I shall have the door opened and some of the souls come out to
tell you their stories. This will help you take notes for your book and
Itís perfect. Say, Yang Tsíien, it seems to me that every
prison of hell is instructed of our mission. They all know that we come
to hell to gather information to warn humans. Please, Excellency, we
would like to know the crimes of each of them.
This is precisely the job
of our personnel to help you know. Iíll have two souls come, and you
are going to hear their confessions.
What had you done in your life to be condemned to this prison?
soul: I am really bashful, and I lack the courage fails to look other
people in the face. I was a disciple of the Temple of the Sages located
in Central Formosa. After many years of study the Tao, I was elected
assistant to the President of the Temple. At one time, for the sake of
religious expansion, I had written and published several books and
distributed them to believing circles. I exerted great effort in
persuading the virtuous hearts to pool money for printing these books.
In over two months, I succeeded in collecting more than 30,000 dollars.
At that time, I had incurred a debt and the creditor pressed me to pay
it on the day it was due. Having in hand a big amount of money, I used
it to pay my debt. Finally, I only gave 20,000 dollars to the president,
keeping for me 12,456 dollars. My debt paid up, I kept the remainder for
my personal expenses, thinking my deed was unknown. From then on,
however, the voice of my conscience often reproached me, remorse racked
me and I didnít feel comfortable with my boss. The latter made no
reference whatever to my crime when we were together in mediumistic
sessions. Three years ago, I died of stomach disease. Buffalo-headed and
horse faced demons came to arrest me and led me to hell. Right then, I
saw my chief come and he teased me in these terms, ďyou had had dark
thoughts, and you didnít repent until the day you died. Why didnít
you confess your problems and errors to me? The immortals and Buddha
manifest on earth to exhort men to do good and shun evil. The entire
truth consists in practicing the Tao and teaching men how to behave
virtuously. You had received a good religious education, but you
didnít practice it in your life. Itís now time for punishment, and
you have to endure itĒ. Then, not content with reprimanding me
harshly, he insisted that the King of Hell strengthened the torment. The
King of Hell was furious at the sight of me. He gave the order to lead
me to the Mirror Revelator of Past Crimes which reflected all of my
acts, from my clandestine embezzlement of money to the details of my
other misdeeds without exception. This fact astounded me and I trembled
with fright. After that, I was escorted to the 4th Palace. There, the
King pronounced my sentence of 28 years of detention in the Prison with
Venomous Wasps. Upon completion of my term, I will be transferred to the
5th Palace for judgment again. Right now in this prison I am daily
tormented by the wasps whose stings are extremely painful. All my body
is swollen, while the wasps keep on the their attacks. The cell is too
narrow for me to find a refuge. I regret that I did not take seriously
the lessons I received at the Temple. Although my fault is single, I am
granted no tolerance. My case is quite grave, because I was a disciple
who disobeyed the counsels of his master. I hope that my colleagues in
the world will behave cautiously with their deeds and speech, as their
negligence wonít pass unnoticed by the eye of God. Now, I am
repentant, but itís too late. I am sorry for having betrayed the good
lessons of my master and the fine recommendations of my brethren. I am
really ashamed of myself.
You were within the enclosure of the holy door, but you neglected
the religious teachings. You are blamed for having belittled your master
and your colleagues. You were ungrateful to your master, and unworthy of
the people who disbursed money for printing the canonical books. While
offering their money, they didnít know that it would fall into the
hands of a false priest or a false monk. All they knew was to contribute
to the strengthening of the religious faith. Their merit was not
reduced. The only guilt was that of the one whom the sight of money
incited to possess it, and led to commit a sin. Once people pass over
the threshold of the holy door, they must have careful hands for each
penny, each shilling, or else they will soil the pure, sacred clime of
the same door. Hell is all the more severe to them. Humans must be
warned of this fact.
All those who under estimate the value of religion and prove to
be dishonest in monetary matters deserve the unforgivable chastisement
of hell. As religious men, they must observe the regulations of
sanctity, if they want to avoid descending to hell and undergoing
painful torment without the possibility of repentance. We donít have
much time left. Yang Tsíien, how about going home? Weíll come back
another time. Excellency, please accept our thanks.
I thank His Excellency and
the General for your information about your prison. We have to leave.
General, muster your men for the salute. I am longing for the
honor of welcoming you again.
I am ready, Master. Shall we go?