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Doorit Tales of Wudan For the first 1000years atop Wudan mountain I was tasked with fetching water from the stream at its base. The walk would take many days, and occasionally master Po would accompany me and ask me questions about Zen. This particular night as we approached the stream stood the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was standing unable to cross a puddle of mud in fear of staining her pearl silk robe. I was always warned to stay away from beautiful women, they distract you from inner rage, they tame your soul with sparkling eyes and it is impossible to be completely lethal when indulging Therefore for the next 4000years of training, in their beauty. I would never feel a womans touch. As supreme grandmaster of Wudan mountain -Master Po's desire for women died many thousand years before. She screamed out to us for help, and without a smile or saying a word Master Po helped her across the mud and she was on her way. I contemplated for many hours before I finally spoke out: "Master! It was only mud, she could of crossed herself. She was lazy and vain. Why did you carry her?" He smiled and replied: "It has been nearly 6 hours while she has plagued your thoughts and you think you have not carried her?" ~ Tateshinkai Story by Andrew Tate Illustration by Mengistu Etim tatu InzYH

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Tales of Wudan In the year 606 I removed my top and walked into the tall grass of Wudan. It was amongst this grass, on these meadows, that Master PO learnt to fight many thousands of years before. The grass was blessed by 9,999 butterflies of varying colours and Master Po would pluck them from the sky before. releasing them unharmed. Their irreplicable flight patterns are what built PO's irreplicable style. Every few hundred years you would see him once again descend into the meadow and dance through the grass plucking and releasing many butterflies per second in a dizzying display. The butterflies were not only unharmed, but invigorated by their momentary capture. Often fluttering particularly fast and high upon their release. As if in to the heavens above. I decided to attempt the same. I stood amongst the grass and began to move. Tigers Claw failed, along with my Snake Fist. I spent 23 days moving, quickly and slowly, grasping at nothing but air. The butterflies would land on me as if to taunt, but my hand touched nothing. By my 24th day my technique had begin to wane. My footwork was wrong and my stances irregular. Instead of correcting myself I let it happen, and 3 hours later I caught my first butterfly. TWIZYTH I didn't know it then, but these irregular movements of traditional style were the beginnings. of Tateshinkai. So excited, I held it in my hands as gently as I could and ran back to the temple to show Master Po what I had done. I ran up to him as he was drinking his tea. "Master, Master, I have caught a butterfly!" I exclaimed. He slowly placed his tea cup on the ground and a tear began to run down his face. Perplexed 1 continued "What's a matter? I have been very gentle, she is alive!" I said, still excited. It was at this that I opened my hands. And although I had been gentle, the many minutes in capture had saturated her wings with the natural oils found on the human hand. Her cage was open, she attempted to fly, but she couldnt. She laid on my hand and died. It was at this point I sat next to PO, and we cried together. I never understood why there were exactly 9,999 butterflys in this meadow, and although PO never confirmed it, I fear there was once 10,000 before he made this very same mistake. There are still 9,998 butterflys atop Wudan. I never returned to the Meadow. Story by Andrew Tate Illustrated by Mengistu Etim -Tateshinkai

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Tales of Wudan On my last night atop Wudan, Master Po and I sat atop the largest rock. We sat together with our eyes closed. 42 breaths per minute, in perfect sync. Such was the way of Wudan. At 3am, when the night was darkest I opened my eyes and saw Master Po star- ing at the moon. Tears streamed down his face. His breathing pattern hadn't broken. "Why are you crying?" I asked. He didn't reply. I turned my head to look at the moon, and cried with him. It was at this point Tateshinkai was mastered. ~ Tateshinkai Story by Andrew Tate Illustration by Mengistu Etim FattZİH

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ವರಮ 35 M Tales of Wudan In the year 456 Atop Wudan mountain a fierce storm struck. I was asleep alone in my room when I was awakened by a crack of lightening which tore a small storage room in half. The high winds whistled throughout the compound and although no one would dare leave their room for fear of Master Pos punishment, everybody was awake. The following morning at 5am I left for exercise as usual. The rain had cleared and the devastation was obvious. The temple was damaged badly. Master Po arose unusually cheerful and came out to greet us as we stood in Crane Position. "Excuse my happy mood" he began. "But I have no concern for the work you will have to do to repair this temple. I am very happy for all the water we now have to drink. Students can give me work, but they can not give me water" he mused. He was standing on the stairs above us, looking straight ahead into empty sky, waiting for a reply of somekind, from someone. The temple was many thousands of years old, and none of us were skilled craftsmen. So I began to speak. "But master, we don't know how to put the temple back together?" I asked respectfully. He slowly descended the stairs still looking straight ahead. He stood infront of me for several seconds before leaning forward and whispering in my ear. "Do you know my name?" he whispered. Slightly confused and very scared I answered. "Yes" With his mouth still an inch from my ear, he continued. "Do you know that I am a master of the 7 Shaolin styles..." he said as his voice escalated. "DO YOU KNOW THAT I KILL AT WILL!" He screamed at the top of his voice. I began to cry. I nodded my head. "Yes" i replied. He then turned around and climbed the stairs back to his original position. He ordered us to begin morning exercise like any other day. 75 Years later the temple was as if never damaged. Every item repaired. Every student now a skilled craftsman. ~ Tateshinaki Story by Andrew Tate Illustration by Mengistu Etim FattZH

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Tales of Wudan Priest master Shi Yan Hui was teaching me In the garden. "You must purify your thoughts. When you think of rain, you must only see rain. Not the trees it lands on or the clouds it comes from."He in- structed. I was sitting in lotus position, I nodded. "I bet you have never had a pure thought in your life, have you!" He began to rant "How can you expect to master Wudan, if you cannot give your whole mind to anything?" He stood up and pulled a thin flexible branch from underneath his robe. "I will show you how to dedicate your mind to a single thought!" he said. I heard it whistle through the air as it struck the top of my head. With the crack of a whip blood being to pour down my face as the branch had broken the skin in a perfectly straight line, as if a knife had been run along the top of my skull. The pain was unbearable, I couldn't retain focus. I grabbed my head and began to scream in agony. "Ha! Your first pure thought, pain!" he mused. "You are a Zen Master!" - Tateshinkai Story by Andrew Tate Illustrated by Mengistu Etim tatu IZVŠH

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Doorit Tales of Wudan For the first 1000years atop Wudan mountain I was tasked with fetching water from the stream at its base. The walk would take many days, and occasionally master Po would accompany me and ask me questions about Zen. This particular night as we approached the stream stood the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was standing unable to cross a puddle of mud in fear of staining her pearl silk robe. I was always warned to stay away from beautiful women, they distract you from inner rage, they tame your soul with sparkling eyes and it is impossible to be completely lethal when indulging Therefore for the next 4000years of training, in their beauty. I would never feel a womans touch. As supreme grandmaster of Wudan mountain -Master Po's desire for women died many thousand years before. She screamed out to us for help, and without a smile or saying a word Master Po helped her across the mud and she was on her way. I contemplated for many hours before I finally spoke out: "Master! It was only mud, she could of crossed herself. She was lazy and vain. Why did you carry her?" He smiled and replied: "It has been nearly 6 hours while she has plagued your thoughts and you think you have not carried her?" ~ Tateshinkai Story by Andrew Tate Illustration by Mengistu Etim tatu InzYH

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