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Had a funny dream tonight...
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alberich said:...and it was about me using a khukri to subdue (not to kill, funny again) something which might well be my own dark self. Any shaman here, who can explain what's the mystical meaning of a khukri?
Freud said:
Dreams have subjective meanings and are messages from our inner selves.
As an example, I once dreamed that the world had giants who when they had the need to relieve themselves would find a human to use as toliet paper. At that time at my job a position had opened up for boss of my boss. I had overheard some conversations where people were backstabbing their equals to those above them. The meaning of this particular dream was the chinese proverb "When the elephants battle, the ants are trampled."
In your case it would appear the message for you is to use restraint. The khukuri may represent the capacity to destroy something within yourself (risk-taking urge?) that should only be reigned in because you may need it later.
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I think the darkness within ourselves is either things we choose not to face or simply holding in check of normal emotions . Modern society demands a great deal of us .
I know you are an Archer so getting out in the fresh air and flinging some arrows would be great . It always helps me to regain focus . Also any camp chores would mellow me out . Even a little foraging for some wild garlic or other munchies . It helps me regain perspective .
I know you are an Archer so getting out in the fresh air and flinging some arrows would be great . It always helps me to regain focus . Also any camp chores would mellow me out . Even a little foraging for some wild garlic or other munchies . It helps me regain perspective .
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Maybe its the things in your past that you haven't forgiven yourself for. You're khuks, being incredibly spiritual, are leading you toward inner peace by slicing and dicing the things you're holding onto. Thats the hardest thing to do for me. Forgive myself for what a dumbass I was in early adulthood. My daughter helps with that, and so have friends who have forgiven past transgressions like they were nothing at all. Keeps me focused and helps me realize that while imperfect, I didn't turn out too badly.
I think you should sleep in a different room from you khuks though. Just in case.
I think you should sleep in a different room from you khuks though. Just in case.
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alberich said:...and it was about me using a khukri to subdue (not to kill, funny again) something which might well be my own dark self. Any shaman here, who can explain what's the mystical meaning of a khukri?
Manjushri holds a sword to cut through ignorance, hatred and delusion. I had HI put an image of Manjushri on the custom khukuri they made for my daughter.
The phurba and the drigug are ritual knives from the Tibetan Buddist tradition, also used for dealing with demons of self.
Magical knives like the atheme and the boline are used in various rituals. There applicability to subduing internal demons may not be as explicit as the Tibetan usages, but I think it is there nonetheless for certain practioners.
Knives such as the keris are said to be able to teach.
All of these are used to focus mental energies. Some religions have formalized it, but your granddad's old butcher knife would work too. Perhaps even better.
My favorite knife has been listed in my bladeforums profile for some time now.
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What an oddly relevant topic.
Monday night I dreamed heavily, which by itself is unusual. I have frequent nightmares but I'm not normally bothered by them anymore; I can spot them for what they are quickly and then it's easy to wake myself up. (Or even to run with it -- once you know that you're dreaming, it's simple to take control.) This one snuck up on me and seemed so real that I couldn't figure it out.
It terminated in a fight with an inmate in the middle of the big yard during a riot. It became a true nightmare when I realized that there were a whole lot of folks meaning to do me harm on their way to me, all of the good guys had departed while I was occupied, and I could not disengage from the wrestling match that I was in. Every detail was accurate and there was no distortion of time or anything like that...it might as well have been real.
Have you ever had someone talk to you while you're dreaming? With me, the speech cuts through. I hear it in the dream but I hear it differently. I realize immediately that it's not part of the dream. I heard an unfamiliar woman speak to me at that point: "Rishard? Rishaaaaaaaaard...hey, Dave!" (She was mispronouncing my name the way most people do.) At that point I woke up, even more alarmed than before because I was convinced that there was a strange woman in my room. (Not the worst thing that could happen, actually, but such things are best planned for.) There was no one there. I checked outside my bedroom door -- the house was empty. I even looked out the back door and saw nothing.
Who had woken me up? It hadn't been part of the dream...had it?
Tuesday afternoon I was involved in a fight in the big yard. There was only one other officer present initially. At one point I lost track of him and became convinced that he'd either fled or frozen up. (He hadn't. He'd been dealing with the other guy, whom I'd pretty much ignored.) At the same point I realized that there were over a hundred other inmates, some of whom had instigated the fight, standing around watching. I didn't think of the dream again until I was doing the paperwork afterwards.
No one was seriously injured. There was no riot. The guy that I had dealt with looked nothing like the one in the dream. It was still quite unusual and now that I think about it, it could have turned bad. I'm actually a bit surprised that it didn't for reasons that I won't go into here.
And then I log on here and we're talking about the meaning of dreams.
I think that someday we'll know once and for all what dreams are exactly, what they do, how they work, and if they ever mean anything or not. Such an understanding would represent one of the greater triumphs of the human race IMO. Still, I hope that I'm not around when it happens. It would kind of take the fun out of it.
Monday night I dreamed heavily, which by itself is unusual. I have frequent nightmares but I'm not normally bothered by them anymore; I can spot them for what they are quickly and then it's easy to wake myself up. (Or even to run with it -- once you know that you're dreaming, it's simple to take control.) This one snuck up on me and seemed so real that I couldn't figure it out.
It terminated in a fight with an inmate in the middle of the big yard during a riot. It became a true nightmare when I realized that there were a whole lot of folks meaning to do me harm on their way to me, all of the good guys had departed while I was occupied, and I could not disengage from the wrestling match that I was in. Every detail was accurate and there was no distortion of time or anything like that...it might as well have been real.
Have you ever had someone talk to you while you're dreaming? With me, the speech cuts through. I hear it in the dream but I hear it differently. I realize immediately that it's not part of the dream. I heard an unfamiliar woman speak to me at that point: "Rishard? Rishaaaaaaaaard...hey, Dave!" (She was mispronouncing my name the way most people do.) At that point I woke up, even more alarmed than before because I was convinced that there was a strange woman in my room. (Not the worst thing that could happen, actually, but such things are best planned for.) There was no one there. I checked outside my bedroom door -- the house was empty. I even looked out the back door and saw nothing.
Who had woken me up? It hadn't been part of the dream...had it?
Tuesday afternoon I was involved in a fight in the big yard. There was only one other officer present initially. At one point I lost track of him and became convinced that he'd either fled or frozen up. (He hadn't. He'd been dealing with the other guy, whom I'd pretty much ignored.) At the same point I realized that there were over a hundred other inmates, some of whom had instigated the fight, standing around watching. I didn't think of the dream again until I was doing the paperwork afterwards.
No one was seriously injured. There was no riot. The guy that I had dealt with looked nothing like the one in the dream. It was still quite unusual and now that I think about it, it could have turned bad. I'm actually a bit surprised that it didn't for reasons that I won't go into here.
And then I log on here and we're talking about the meaning of dreams.
I think that someday we'll know once and for all what dreams are exactly, what they do, how they work, and if they ever mean anything or not. Such an understanding would represent one of the greater triumphs of the human race IMO. Still, I hope that I'm not around when it happens. It would kind of take the fun out of it.
Thanks a lot so far to you all, and please keep it coming.
But can somebody explain what means "to be a khuks"?
Anyway special thanks to Howard Wallace for the links. It makes me thing about swords a new way. The swords have always played a special role in my life, but thinking about them, I came to a conclusion that a sword is actualy something basically wrong. You can use a rifle, bow and a spear to hunt and feed yourself, your family, your tribe, or your people in a generic meaning. You can use an axe to cut a firewood or make yourself ashelter. You can use a knife to cut a piece of a bread or make things of wood. All the listed weapons are basically tools... but sword, this is a pure weapon, a tool for killing people and intimidating them into submission, and thus I decided that it a tool of evil. But still, both my parents were fencers, I myself was a fencer, and suddenly I found that there were more and more swords and practice swordlike tools in my flat.
Some years ago I discovered Bhagavadghita, and the karmayoga attitude to warfare (well, not only to warfare) makes a lot of sense to me, so I accepted swords simply as warrior tools and his means to fullfil his duty.
Then I discovered khukries and became more familiar with these... not that it was something quite new - well I knew that there were khukries, Ghurkas, and so on, but I was not aware that the knife is full of more or less forgotten spiritual meaning. Also it falls into the category "a tool, useful in combat" which is still somehow appealing to me.
I stumpled across a tale about Ghurkas defeating katana wielding Japanese during WW2, well I suppose that the katanas were actualy the cheap katana-like military swords, but still I loved the idea.
So I'm still dicovering. If anybody has anything more, personal experiences like Dave Rishar or information like Howard Wallace, or just opinions and feelings, please share.
And Kevin, I'm going shooting this weekend. It's a competition so wish me luck.
But can somebody explain what means "to be a khuks"?
Anyway special thanks to Howard Wallace for the links. It makes me thing about swords a new way. The swords have always played a special role in my life, but thinking about them, I came to a conclusion that a sword is actualy something basically wrong. You can use a rifle, bow and a spear to hunt and feed yourself, your family, your tribe, or your people in a generic meaning. You can use an axe to cut a firewood or make yourself ashelter. You can use a knife to cut a piece of a bread or make things of wood. All the listed weapons are basically tools... but sword, this is a pure weapon, a tool for killing people and intimidating them into submission, and thus I decided that it a tool of evil. But still, both my parents were fencers, I myself was a fencer, and suddenly I found that there were more and more swords and practice swordlike tools in my flat.
Some years ago I discovered Bhagavadghita, and the karmayoga attitude to warfare (well, not only to warfare) makes a lot of sense to me, so I accepted swords simply as warrior tools and his means to fullfil his duty.
Then I discovered khukries and became more familiar with these... not that it was something quite new - well I knew that there were khukries, Ghurkas, and so on, but I was not aware that the knife is full of more or less forgotten spiritual meaning. Also it falls into the category "a tool, useful in combat" which is still somehow appealing to me.
I stumpled across a tale about Ghurkas defeating katana wielding Japanese during WW2, well I suppose that the katanas were actualy the cheap katana-like military swords, but still I loved the idea.
So I'm still dicovering. If anybody has anything more, personal experiences like Dave Rishar or information like Howard Wallace, or just opinions and feelings, please share.
And Kevin, I'm going shooting this weekend. It's a competition so wish me luck.
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I have a couple of recurring dreams which only come when I'm stressed out about something. In one of these dreams I'm arming my friends and family against an incoming zombie attack, passing out the knives and loading the shotguns. Khuks and other knives are usually involved, but I figure it's because 1) I've got several dozen of them, and 2) hello -- it's a zombie attack!!! Sometimes a big shiny knife is just a big shiny knife.
Sometimes a big shiny knife is just a big shiny knife.
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Vanderschneider's Jungian Symbolic Interpretation of Dynamic Dreaming:
The khukuri represents a path in life, as well as a tool. The individual is seeking a point to his/her life and knows that much travail will be required to slough off the detritis of his culture and culturalization. Through heat and repeated encounters with difficult obstacles, he begins to see a purpose.
The khukuri itself is representative of that point in the journey that the individual finds that the point he aimed for is actually not the end of the journey, but rather the first portion of a journey which has a point angling off from his prior perceptions of meaning.
Or it's just "stuff."
The khukuri represents a path in life, as well as a tool. The individual is seeking a point to his/her life and knows that much travail will be required to slough off the detritis of his culture and culturalization. Through heat and repeated encounters with difficult obstacles, he begins to see a purpose.
The khukuri itself is representative of that point in the journey that the individual finds that the point he aimed for is actually not the end of the journey, but rather the first portion of a journey which has a point angling off from his prior perceptions of meaning.
Or it's just "stuff."
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Novadak said:I have a couple of recurring dreams which only come when I'm stressed out about something. In one of these dreams I'm arming my friends and family against an incoming zombie attack, passing out the knives and loading the shotguns. Khuks and other knives are usually involved, but I figure it's because 1) I've got several dozen of them, and 2) hello -- it's a zombie attack!!!
I have had similar dreams, running to get weapons, not wanting to be caught defenseless, some danger is approaching, preparing, always preparing and then being found unprepared.
About the only dreams I have regarding khukuris though is gleefully beheading the conniving duplicitous dishonorable lying self-serving sycophantic termagant B_ T _ H! that cost me my job. Always the same khuk: Sgt. Khadkas' heavy razor sharp 20" 40 oz. Samsher. And then I have to figure out how to get the dripping knife out of her office, 'cuz there's no way I'm leaving that one behind. The head I kick in the corner. Actually, the Samsher is a kindness. For what she did I should be using a dull kagas katne, but guess I don't want to make a mess of it? And blood spatter could be incriminating. (My Dad always said there is no point in revenge if you get caught.) Dream logic is very odd, not logical at all. I can say that for someone who has never beheaded anything larger than a hen, that I have become very expert at it, in dreamland only of course!
I always wake up with a warm tingly feeling after that one. Thank God for dreams. I think I miss the 11th Century...
Hey, I'm still a good guy right? One can dream though.
Norm
P.S. Sorry if this one is a bit over the top. It's real, that's all I can say...
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When I first studied Aikido back as an undergrad, I used to have gently terrible recurring dreams. Bad people would be attacking me and I would throw them, without hurting them. Then they would get up and attack some more.
It was kind of the zombie effect. I really didn't want to hurt them but eventually I would end up throwing them into walls, breaking joints, throwing them off cliffs, etc., because they kept coming back. Of course, that didn't stop them. They were like the black knight in the Monty Python skit. They never hurt me, just took terrible and gruesome punishments. I still remember those dreams well.
It was a time when I was wrestling with my ideals of peace and the fact of violence in the world.
It was kind of the zombie effect. I really didn't want to hurt them but eventually I would end up throwing them into walls, breaking joints, throwing them off cliffs, etc., because they kept coming back. Of course, that didn't stop them. They were like the black knight in the Monty Python skit. They never hurt me, just took terrible and gruesome punishments. I still remember those dreams well.
It was a time when I was wrestling with my ideals of peace and the fact of violence in the world.
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Howard Wallace said:
So, no such dreams anymore Howard? I think even your dreams back then showed that you were in control and powerful, unlike my dreams which are always of me being weak and ineffectual and powerless.
Evidently we dream of the things we fear?; your fear is that because of your internal strengths that you would be too powerful and might have to hurt someone; mine evidently are that because of my internal weaknesses I or my family would be hurt.
Norm
We're all khuks?
"But can somebody explain what means "to be a khuks"?" Alberich
Purely fun, Alberich, and a pun so old no one batted an eye. Your thread has aquired a serious tone for a deservedly interesting topic and I'm glad to be here reading.
I used to have prophetic dreams, but the future events I saw were every day occurances, rarely something pivotal or dangerous.
The importance of dreams has subsided in my life as I've aged. I think the divine or mystical manisfests in other ways. When I was younger, it was through my dreams that much was revealed.
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"But can somebody explain what means "to be a khuks"?" Alberich
Purely fun, Alberich, and a pun so old no one batted an eye. Your thread has aquired a serious tone for a deservedly interesting topic and I'm glad to be here reading.
I used to have prophetic dreams, but the future events I saw were every day occurances, rarely something pivotal or dangerous.
The importance of dreams has subsided in my life as I've aged. I think the divine or mystical manisfests in other ways. When I was younger, it was through my dreams that much was revealed.
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"Khuks" a pun from the somewhat archiac, partially regionalized slang term,
"kooks", noun meaning "crazy". Kooky (Adj). Cuckoo (n), from the clock or bird.
"She's Cuckoo". "He's a kook." "I'm kooky for Khukris" Usage can be tricky, most often used in jest, at least here in kooky Cali. But don't call my mama one.
Calling president Bush a kook would also recieve a range of reactions...
Not good if your neighbor describes you as "that knife kook" to the authorities. Unless they already think that the neighbor is a "kook"...
How many out there remember the old cereal ad: "I'm kookoo for Cocco Puffs"?
Anyway, dream interpetation can be useful if you reflect upon your own very first impressions of it , such as in "subduing something in my own dark self" Dreams also are known to work in puns...Pretty khuki, huh?
Since my previous posts in this thread I dreamt:
1) As the highest ranked leader of a criminal conspiracy I ordered the supprise murder of one of my most respected assosiates as being the "rat". It was a lot more complicated than that, but this will do.
2) A sickening dream where I was cleaving people and their organs were spilling to the ground. The weapon was two handed and curved opposite of a khukuri rather like a shamsher with an oversided handle. Blood dosen't bother me, but the sight of "guts" make me puke, which didn't happen in the dream.
Both of these nightmares woke me in a state where I was walking into walls.
1) As the highest ranked leader of a criminal conspiracy I ordered the supprise murder of one of my most respected assosiates as being the "rat". It was a lot more complicated than that, but this will do.
2) A sickening dream where I was cleaving people and their organs were spilling to the ground. The weapon was two handed and curved opposite of a khukuri rather like a shamsher with an oversided handle. Blood dosen't bother me, but the sight of "guts" make me puke, which didn't happen in the dream.
Both of these nightmares woke me in a state where I was walking into walls.