Date: Sun, 25 May 2008
09:00:44 -0400
From:
Subject: What I
always wanted to tell you!
To:
Dear Fans,
Thank you all for your support. I am very glad to see that a lot of you like watching me fight, I am flattered, but what I would like to express here in this letter is the reason why I fight. Some of you may think I fight for my trees, while some others may believe that Mr. Kazuya Mishima and his diabolic schemes are my driving force; although the former is partly true, I beg to differ with the latter.
In all the time I have been fighting, I have never considered anyone my 'enemy'; the fights are just destined to happen. Ever since I was a child, I grew up listening to the wisdom of my mother, she would tell me of the heroes of our people, the Navajo. I listened to her closely and understood how sacred and symbolic each soul is. The heroes in our culture had 'totems' or guardian animals that were the parts of their souls. These totems would guide them towards the greater good, in other words, to defeat evil and let good prevail. I believed in the 'legends', for I do not think that they were, per say untrue. There is a glimmer of honesty that one can fathom from these and a whole lot to learn from the notion stating 'the greater good'
I believe that you may all be aware about my struggles during my educational research. Although Professor T and I made a brilliant team, we were in fact on the verge of saving the eco-system then, destiny unraveled an obstacle in our path, the grant that the G-Corporation was giving us had been stopped; my research data had been lost. Our research was stagnated and I had almost given up hope. Then I realized that there was a hidden strength within me, I remembered those days when I was small and my mother and I used to take trips to visit our tribe. They still inhabited the prairie, but instead of teepees there were houses. My mother would hold me in her arms when the pleasant afternoon breeze was blowing and would sing me a Native American lullaby, almost blowing soft whispers in my ear, all the time I would be holding my pendant and slowly drifting away to sleep.
My pendant, my tribe's Chief Hakidonmuya, told me belonged to great warriors of the past, and that his totem, the white buffalo spirit prophesized it to me because it believed I could save the prairie and all the souls within it. The pendant really had the key to all my problems. I thought of how the warrior spirits could guide me, and then I received the letter in Japanese announcing the King of The Iron Fist Tournament 5. I knew that this was the work of the spirits and I was very happy.
I was shown a clear path to my goal. I had once read an Indian fable about a prince who was an excellent archer, when he would aim for a goal he would only think of the goal and see nothing else. My situation in these fights was exactly the same. I only concentrated on my goal to win this tournament. I had my final match with Mr. Ganryu, a respectable fighter, although I was hardly amused by his immature way of handling things, yet the spirits always have told us generation after generation to respect those who are older than us. Henceforth, I gave him full respect and defeated him. My aim was complete; I had secured the data of my research from him, and after some relaxation headed back to good old Arizona.
I wanted to meet Chief Hakidonmuya, but sadly he had passed away, a totem pole had been erected in his honor. Amazingly the day I went there a buffalo gave birth to a white calf. Everyone in my tribe was elated, so was I, they say that when a white buffalo is born it means that the earth has been save from imminent destruction. I believe that because my project on reforestation was finally on the way to execution, the spirits were sending me a message once again.
It had been two months and I had been extensively mapping the topography of the area, and in fact had already planted 1000 trees in a 10 square mile radius. After all it was a desert we had to keep that in mind; hence the trees were planted with great distances between them, then they would not soak up more water than that which was required. My dream was turning into a reality. All this would not have been possible if it were not for the many people who influenced my life, be it Professor T, my mother Michelle Chang or even Lady Hantaywee (the old woman who helped me to plant the trees).
Kazuya Mishima himself does not have a bad soul, yet the circumstances through which he has had to undergo are tremendous. I therefore respect his point of view as well, because I do not think that his struggles are any less than my own, if not more. Animosity is a very negative word and my totem (which sadly I cannot reveal), has always told me to find a way toward humility and understanding rather then violence.
Well it has been many years since my struggle and I hope I have been able to set an example for all of you who call themselves my fans. I would not like to call you merely fans though, each of you are the positive spirits that have helped me pave a path towards a greener and better earth, in which we can all live in, with peace.
Always towards the greater good
Julia Chang