You Are My Spiritual Teacher

After crossing the Imjin River, we traveled by way of Seoul, Wonju,
and Kyungju to Busan. We arrived finally on January 27, 1951.
Busan was filled with refugees from the north. It felt like
the whole country had gathered there. Any accommodation fit to live
in was filled already. Our tiny place had barely enough room to sit. Our
only option was to go into the woods at night, keeping warm as best we
could, and then return to the city by day to look for food.
My hair, which was kept short during my prison time, had now
grown back. My trousers, mended from the inside with cotton from
a sleeping quilt, had become threadbare. My clothes were saturated so
fully with an oily grime that raindrops in heavy rain were not absorbed
into the cloth but rather simply rolled off.
Almost nothing was left of the soles of my shoes, although the upper
part was mostly still there. I might as well have been walking barefoot. The
fact was simply that I was the lowest of the low, a beggar among beggars.
There was no work to be had, and we had no money in our pockets. The
only way we could eat was to beg.
Yet even while begging for food, I maintained my dignity. If someone
refused to help, I would say in a clear and confident voice, “Listen.
If you do not help people like us who are in need, you will have great
difficulties if you hope to receive blessings in the future!” People would
give when faced with such thoughts. We took the food we gathered this
way to a flat area where we all could sit together. Dozens of people like
us ate in such places. We had nothing, and even had to beg for food, but
a warm friendship always flowed among us.
Once in the middle of a day like this, suddenly I heard someone
shout, “Look here! How long has it been?”
I turned to see standing before me Dok Mun Eom, a friend from my
days in Japan. Dok Mun Eom had befriended me for life back then from
having been so moved by a song I sang. Today he is one of Korea’s most
prominent architects, having designed the Sejong Cultural Center and
the Lotte Hotel.
“Let’s go,” he said, as he embraced me in my wretched clothes. “Let’s
go to my home.”
By that time, Dok Mun Eom had married. He lived together with his
family in a single room. To make room for me, he hung a quilt down the
middle of that room, dividing it, with one side for me. On the other he
slept with his wife and two young children.
“Now,” he said, “tell me about your life lately. I always wondered
where you were and what you might be doing. We were close friends,”
he said, “but you have always been more than a friend to me. Did you
know that I always held you in great respect?”
Up to that point, I had never shared my heart candidly with any of
my friends. In Japan, I went so far as to hide the fact that I often read
the Bible. If someone came into my room when I was reading, I would
quickly put the Bible away. But in the home of Duk Mun Eom, I shared
my story for the first time.
I spoke throughout the night. I told him of my encounter with God,
crossing the 38th parallel, starting a church, and surviving Heungnam
Prison. My story took a full three days to tell. When I finished, Duk Mun
Eom stood and folded himself before me in a full ceremonial bow.
“What are you doing?” I asked in shock and surprise. I grabbed his
hand and tried to stop him, but it was no use. I could not.
“From this moment on,” said Duk Mun Eom, “you are my great
spiritual teacher. This bow is my greeting to you as my teacher, so please
accept it.”
He has been with me ever since, both as my friend and as my disciple.
Soon after this, I found a job on Pier 4 in Busan harbor. I worked only
at night. With my pay, I bought bean porridge at Cho-ryang Station.
The hot porridge was sold with a rag wrapped around the container
to keep it hot. I always held the porridge container against my body
for more than an hour before eating it. This helped to warm my body,
which froze from working throughout the long, cold night.
I found lodging in a shelter for laborers located in the Cho-ryang
neighborhood. My room was so small that I could not lie down,
even diagonally, without my feet pressing against the wall. But this
was the room where I sharpened a pencil and solemnly wrote the
first draft of Wolli Wonbon (the original text of The Principle). I was
financially destitute, but this was of no importance to me. Even living
in a garbage heap, there is nothing a determined soul cannot do. All we
need is the will.
Won Pil Kim had just turned twenty. He did all sorts of jobs. He
worked in a restaurant and brought home the scorched rice that
couldn’t be served to customers. We ate this together. Because of his gift
for drawing, he soon got a job with the U.S. military as a painter.
Eventually, he and I climbed up to Beom-net-gol in Beom-il Dong
and built a house. Because this area was near a cemetery, there was
nothing nearby except a rocky ravine. We had no land we could call our
own, so we leveled a section of the steep slope and built a home there.
We didn’t even have a shovel! We took a small shovel from someone’s
kitchen and returned it before the owner realized it was missing. Won
Pil Kim and I broke rocks, dug the earth, and carried up gravel. We
mixed mud and straw to make bricks, then stacked them up to make
the walls. We got some empty ration boxes from an American base,
flattened them out, and used them as the roof. We laid down a sheet of
black plastic for the floor.
Even simple huts are built better than this. Ours was built against
a boulder, so a big piece of rock stuck up in the middle of the room.
Our only possessions were the small desk that sat behind that rock
and Won Pil Kim’s easel. When it rained, a spring would bubble up
inside our room. How romantic to hear the sound of the water flowing
beneath us where we sat! In the morning, after sleeping in this
unheated room with a leaking roof and water still flowing below,
we would arise with runny noses. Even so, we still were happy for
our small space where we could lie down and put our minds at ease.
The surroundings were miserable, but we were filled with hope from
living on the path of God’s will.
Each morning, when Won Pil Kim went to work at the American
base, I accompanied him to the bottom of the hill. When he came home
in the evening, I went out to greet him and welcome him. The remainder
of my time I spent writing the Wolli Wonbon. Our room always had
plenty of sharpened pencils. Even when there was no rice in the rice jar,
we had pencils.
Won Pil Kim helped in many ways, both materially and spiritually.
Through this I could concentrate on my writing. Even when exhausted
from a full day’s work, he followed me around, looking for ways to help.
I was getting so little sleep those days that I could fall asleep anywhere.
Sometimes I even fell asleep on the toilet. Won Pil Kim followed me to
the toilet to make sure I was all right.
But that was not all. He wanted so much to contribute even a little
to the book I was writing. He began to draw portraits for American
soldiers, and in this way he earned money to keep me supplied with
pencils. At the time, it was popular among American soldiers to have a
portrait drawn of their wife or girlfriend before returning to America.
Won Pil Kim glued sheets of silk on wooden frames, painted the portraits,
and sold them for four dollars each.
I felt grateful for his dedication. I sat beside him when he painted
and did all I could to help him. While he was away at his job on the
American base, I would put the glue on the silk, cut the wood for frames,
and put them together. Before he came home, I washed his brushes and
bought the paints he needed. After coming home, he would take a 4B
pencil and draw the portrait. At first, he was drawing only one or two,
but soon word of his work spread. He became so well known among the
soldiers that he was drawing twenty and thirty at a time. It got to where
our home was filled with portraits, and we had trouble finding room to
sleep at night.
As the workload increased, I started to do more than just help on the
sidelines. Won Pil drew outlines of the faces, and I colored the lips and clothing.
From the money we earned together, we bought pencils and drawing
materials and spent the rest for witnessing. It is important to record God’s
words in writing, but even more important is to tell people about His will.

U.N. Forces Open the Prison Gate

The Korean War had begun while I was imprisoned in Heungnam.
Three days after it started, the South Korean military handed
over the capital of Seoul and retreated farther south. Then sixteen
nations, with the United States in the lead, formed a United Nations force
and intervened in the Korean War. U.S. forces landed at Incheon and pushed
toward Wonsan, a major industrial city in North Korea.
It was only natural for Heungnam Prison to be a target for U.S. aerial
bombing operations. When the bombing began the prison guards would
leave the prisoners and go into bomb shelters. They weren’t concerned
whether we lived or died. One day Jesus appeared right before me with a
tearful face. This gave me a strong premonition so I shouted, “Everyone
stay within twelve meters of me!” Soon after that a huge bomb exploded
just twelve meters from where I stood. The prisoners who had stayed
close to me survived.
As the bombing became more intense, guards began executing prisoners.
They called out the prisoners’ numbers and told them to come
with three days’ food rations and a shovel. The prisoners assumed they
were being moved to another prison, but in reality they were marched
into the mountains, made to dig a hole, and then buried there. Prisoners
were being called out in the order of the length of their sentences, with
those with the longest sentences being called first. I realized that my
turn would come the next day.
The night before my scheduled execution the bombs fell like rain
in the monsoon season. It was October 13, 1950, and the U.S. forces,
having succeeded in the Incheon landing, had come up the peninsula
to take Pyongyang and were now pressing against Heungnam. The U.S.
military attacked Heungnam with full force that night, with B-29
bombers in the lead. The bombing was so intense that it seemed all of
Heungnam had been turned into a sea of fire. The high walls around the
prison began to fall and the guards ran for their lives. Finally the gate of
the prison that had kept us in that place opened. At around two o’clock
in the morning on the next day, I walked calmly out of Heungnam
Prison with dignity.
I had been imprisoned for two years and eight months, so I was a
terrible sight. My underwear and outerwear were in tatters. Dressed in
those rags, instead of going to my hometown, I headed to Pyongyang
with a group of people who had followed me in prison. Some chose to
come with me instead of going in search of their wives and children. I
could clearly imagine how my mother must be crying every day out of
concern for my welfare, but it was more important that I look after the
members of my congregation in Pyongyang.
On the way to Pyongyang we could see clearly how North Korea
had prepared for this war. Major cities were all connected by twolane
roads that could be used for military purposes in an emergency.
Many of the bridges had been constructed with enough cement to let
them withstand the weight of thirty-ton tanks. The fertilizer that the
prisoners in Heungnam Prison had risked their lives to put into bags
was sent to Russia in exchange for outdated weaponry that was then
deployed along the 38th parallel.
As soon as I arrived in Pyongyang I went in search of the members
who were with me before my incarceration. I needed to find out where
they were and what their situation was. They had been scattered by the
war, but I felt responsible to find them and help them figure out a way
to carry on their lives. I didn’t know where they might be living, so my
only option was to search the city of Pyongyang from one corner to the other.
After a week of searching I had found only three or four people.
I had saved some powdered rice I received while still in prison, so I
mixed it with water to make rice cake to share with them. On the trip
from Heungnam I staved off my hunger with one or two potatoes that
were frozen solid. I had not touched the rice powder. It made me feel
full just to watch them eagerly eat the rice cake.
I stayed in Pyongyang for forty days looking for anyone I could think
of, whether young or old. In the end I never did find out what happened
to most of them. But they have never been erased from my heart. On
the night of December 2, I began walking south. Church members,
including Won Pil Kim, and I followed behind a long line of refugees
that extended about seven and a half miles.
We even took with us a member who could not walk properly. He
had been among those who followed me in Heungnam Prison. His family
name was Pak. He had been released before me. When I found him
in his home, all the other members of his family had left for the South.
He was alone in the house with a broken leg. I placed him on a bicycle
and took him with me. The North Korean army had already recaptured
the flat roads for military use, so we traveled across frozen rice paddies
heading south as quickly as we could. The Chinese army was not far
behind us, but it was difficult to move quickly when we had someone
with us who could not walk. Half the time the road was so bad that I
carried him on my back and someone else pushed the empty bicycle
along. He kept saying he didn’t want to be a burden to me and tried
several times to take his own life. I convinced him to go on, sometimes
scolding him loudly, and we stayed together until the end.
We were refugees on the run who still had to eat. We went into homes
whose inhabitants had headed south before us and searched for rice or
any other food that might have been left behind. We boiled anything we
found, whether it was rice, barley, or potatoes. We were barely able to
stay alive this way. There were no rice bowls and we had to use pieces of
wood as chopsticks, but the food tasted good. The Bible says, “Blessed
are the poor,” doesn’t it? We could eat anything that made our stomachs
growl with satisfaction. Even a humble piece of barley cake tasted so
good that we would not have felt jealous of a king’s meal. No matter
how hungry I might be, I always made sure to stop eating before the
others. This way they could eat a little more themselves.
After walking a long distance, we were approaching the northern
bank of the Imjin River. Somehow I felt it was important that we
cross the river quickly and that we didn’t have a moment to spare. I
felt strongly that we had to get over this obstacle for us to stay alive.
I pushed Won Pil Kim mercilessly. Kim was young and he would
fall asleep as we walked, but I kept forcing him on and pulling the
bicycle. We covered twenty miles that night and reached the bank of
the Imjin River. Fortunately, the river was frozen solid. We followed
some refugees in front of us across the river. A long line of refugees
stretched out behind us. As soon as we had crossed the river, however,
the U.N. forces closed the crossing and stopped letting people
across. Had we arrived at the river even a few minutes later, we
would not have been able to cross.
After we had crossed, Won Pil Kim looked back at the road we had
come on and asked, “How did you know the river crossing was about
to be closed?”
“Sure I knew,” I said. “This kind of thing happens often to anyone
who takes the path of Heaven. People often don’t know that salvation is
just beyond the next obstacle. We didn’t have a single moment to waste,
and if necessary I would have grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and
pulled you across.”
Kim seemed moved by my words, but my heart was uneasy. When
we arrived at the point where the 38th parallel divided the peninsula in
two, I placed one foot in South Korea and one foot in North Korea and
began to pray.
“For now, we are pushed southward like this, but soon I will return
to the North. I will gather the forces of the free world behind me to
liberate North Korea and unite North and South.”
This was how I had prayed during the entire time we walked along
with the refugees.

WIKI Answers know that: Sun Myung Moon is Messiah

Best Answer From the words of Jesus in the Bible we know that the Second Coming, Christ will be born on the earth. That will happen in an Eastern-Oriental country, as predicted in Revelation 12:5.  Is Rev. Moon the one, or shall we look for another? Millions say, through their own experience they know Rev. Moon is the Messiah, the promised King of Peace, leader of leaders, who will lead the world towards God's original ideal. Jesus called him for that mission as a child

Of course this statement brought him only persecution and misunderstanding. But he had no choice - Jesus himself called him for this mission at the age of 15. Can anyone be called a true Christian, if he goes against the will of Jesus. Reverend Moon begun to communicate with God and Jesus at his early age. He was 15 years old when Jesus Himself appeared to him and repeatedly urged the young Korean boy, to accept this mission and lead the implementation of God's will on earth.
Jesus promised he will give his Messianic mission to another
Revelation 2:26-28 shows that another sinless person, as Jesus, will appear ("having deeds pure as His"). Jesus himself will give him the same mission ("as I received from my Father"), which is the Messianic mission ("to rule all nations with an iron staff"). That means to be the "anointed one" as a "King of Kings", meaning Christ, Messiah ruling with righteousness.
Today, personal testimonies, spiritual experiences and direct encounters with Rev. Moon's work and teachings, convince Christians, Ministers and people of all faith, that Sun Myung Moon is indeed the Messiah - the expected Lord of the Second Advent.
We will recognize him by his fruits
In less than 50 years he created a worldwide net of organizations for peace able to transform any area of human life, that will bring a spiritual revolution of Heart and Conscience. According to the Institute for Studying the New Religions the Unification Church, founded by Rev. Moon is the "Most successful religion of the 20-th century".
God is definitely working through him: Dr. Sun Myung Moon is known for his key role in the fall of Communism. President Reagan personally said, "We had the desire but without Rev. Moon we would never have stopped communism." If Rev. Moon had not established the Washington Times in 1982, many more problems would have occurred in the Western world.
Nostradamus connected the new messianic figure with the name "Moon"
Nostradamus used directly the name "Moon" to depict the new Messianic figure coming to bring lasting Peace in our age.

The Peacemaker, which in the words of the prophet is a new religious leader, born in the Oriental East, carrying the New Truth, will work to unite religions against the Red Communism and blesses big numbers of families wherever he goes. His name will be "Moon" (Meaning in Korean "The Word of God"), and he will be persecuted, thrown in jail and misunderstood before humanity accepts him. Sun myung moon messiah:

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Rev. Dr. Sun Myung Moon, The Man or The Messiah!

Rev. Dr. Sun Myung Moon Died at the age of 92 in Korea on September 3, 2012. How would his work and legacy be looked at? Who else can go out and do the same?

The whole wide world lost a great one. Rev. Dr. Sun Myung Moon created and founded the Unification Church centered on his most famous teaching “The Divine Principle”. In the history of the world, no one has created a movement with such a tremendous magnitude. Rev. Dr. Moon was sent by God as a modern day Messiah. By the power given to him, he went about to create industries, organizations, sport fests, buildings, hospitals, newspapers, blessings and marriage ceremonies.

Rev. Dr. Moon was a father, missionary, religious figure, messiah, writer, speaker, messenger of God, friend of Presidents, Catholic, Protestants, Hindus, Imam and Rabbis, founder of the Unification Church, founder of the Little Angels Dance Group, Owner and founder of Universities in the United States of America and South Korea, Owner of beverage companies, Owner of fishery supply industries, Owner of boat industries, owner of hotels and properties in some of the prime location in the world.

He was well known around the world. He was guided by God in all his affairs. He was an advocate for freedom. He was against communism in all its forms and he suffered deeply for that in the hands of the North Korean forced labor during his early life. By the grace God, he was freed and he began his ministries and all his other ventures which took a turn for the best. Those who have had the chance to be with him, at one time or another, could consider themselves blessed because of his teaching directly or through his books.

While some folks, at times, would not see eye to eye with his teaching, Rev. Dr. Moon advocated living for the sake of others among his teachings. He made it his life mission to bring male and female of various ethnic, national and social backgrounds into holy matrimony. Those mass weddings, as they are known, created more families during the life of his founder than any other religious group or community. The number could be anywhere from 1,000 up to 360,000 couples being wed at the same time. Those mass weddings are beyond world record or “believe it or not” or the Guinness Book. Those mass weddings fulfill a need unlike no other, because an offspring whatever his make-up, will always do better and be more confident in two parents household than in a single parent household.

For a man of God, he knows more about business, commerce and industries than most. With Hak Ja Han Moon, he fathered seven boys and seven girls. The majority of his children grew up in America. Most of them attended Ivy League Schools such as Harvard and Columbia and they are endowed with such a tremendous potential.

Rev. Dr. Sun Myung Moon, as a Messiah, chose his successor long before his death. He chose the youngest one of his children to take on the leadership position of the movement. His chosen children are already in place and in key leadership position. When you take a look at all he was able to accomplish during his lifetime, he was definitely a man sent by God. He had a wife whose name is Hak Ja Han Moon who could step in and continue with any unfinished business to the benefits of mankind.

From a religious point of view, who else can go out and accomplish so much? The answer is nobody knows until someone tries or someone has been called by God. Therefore, let's hang in there long enough to find out. It is a known fact that time, faith, will, effort and God's guidance were on Rev. Dr. Sun Myung Moon's side. Time, faith, will, effort and God's guidance will be on our side, if we believe. Who, among us, will be the first one to try? Our mission in life will be our first indicator.

Rev. Dr. Sun Myung Moon was a religious giant in his own right. His work and legacy will live on and he will be remembered for a long time to come. For what he came to do and for what he was able to accomplish, in the name of God, he was the Messiah.

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