This is for teh community.

To rise above dogma and criticism, one must forget to listen. To align your focus and sharpen your thoughts is to seek fulfillment to its fullest. This is why I have returned after many long journeys. I will always hear the call of teh people echoing in the wind. It is time.

My intentions are pure and have always been transparent. I have forgiven those who have not followed the same path.

Take my words and tell my story. This is my gift to you…

Shiba Inu. This particular breed of dog is special. It was bred to hunt and flush small game. In Japan, the Shiba’s are loyal dogs, agile and full of spirit.

There was a city in Japan, Osaka, where a certain shiba would carry on his duty. Serving his master and doing so with the same level of loyalty expected of him. Sadly, when his master disappeared, this shiba was lost because the student was blinded by shadowcats.

Without anyone to guide him, he forgets the ways of his upbringing. The ways of his master. Day and night he would act out on his own. He would find ways to sustain himself and do so without consequence or purpose.

One day, this shiba finds himself meeting a new fren. This raven intrigued the shiba. He was different yet had a similar spirit and an understanding about him much like his old master did…

They became inseparable. They followed each other and played. Soon, the raven focused and led the shiba into a graveyard. The agile shiba chased and followed the raven. Unbeknownst to the shiba, this is where the journey will truly begin.

Adept to the hunt, the shiba does not realize where the raven has led him. He chases him past gravestones, winding in and around trying his best to catch him. The raven circles upwards and the shiba runs into a gravestone and stops in his tracks.

The shiba senses something. A certain feeling overtakes him as if he has seen a ghost. There was something different about this grave. Something familiar yet distant in his memory. The raven focused his attention to the grave site and caws into the night.

Like a lantern in the sky, a figure rises up from the grave. His body surrounded by fireflies. He is lifted to his knees.

The shiba, stricken by confusion barks at this man. But then soon after falls silent. The raven too stops his caws. Once the fireflies dispersed it was Jetsun Milarepa.

The Shiba recognized his master and sits. The raven swoops down from the tree above and lands on the master’s shoulder.

With the moonlight over his eyes Jetsun utters a humble prayer and they all feel a sense of urgency. A profound sense of purpose fills their minds and spirits. They have forgotten who they are.

With the return of their great master, the shiba and the raven know they will both fulfill their journeys. He has not return in vain. This must be a time of urgency, a new era of truth is upon us all.

I understand my intentions. New revelations. Fresh insights. No longer will I be held back behind the vail of silence. When I departed into the storm and the tides I washed away my old identity and I took new form. Jetsun Milarepa. I have seen the top of the mountain and I have risen again.