A bodhisattva warrior monk has walked many miles and into areas where Mara is on him at every turn. He has been tempted, he has been tested and he has been notified by the gods that soon he will face his hardest challenge. He spends his days around the towns and temples and he knows that his being, alone, helps the people more than his words ever could. However, soon he learns of a local chieftain. A man who has long lost all and any human qualities that he may have once possessessed. Rather he has given in to greed and corruption and many of the locals have lost their sons to him after he has flown into a blind rage. Their daughters too, have been ravished raped by him and there was nothing they could do. Having learned of this the warrior monk knows his fate. He knows that he cannot continue on with his journey until he has done his part to its completion. He tries to meet with the chieftain however his men are too strong and too well paid. He approaches and tries to plead with him, despite the humiliation for himself alone he gets nowhere. For many months he watches and the chieftain does no more harm but grows angry with the monk’s being there. He tries to chase him off a number of times many of which the monk was not even aware. Soon in a blind rage he kills one of the local boys who he claims insulted his courage. The monk enters a fluid state he approaches where the Chieftain and his men have been in gluttony for days, and now they sleep. Everything is clear. Everything is perfect. He makes his way past the sleeping guards under the shadows of the gods. He finds the Chieftain’s yert and lets himself in. The fire still crackles the warrior monk creeps. He knows what is rightful and upon finding the Chieftain where he sleeps. He grips hard over his mouth and into his throat, he cuts deep.
