Thanks for your tips folks.
I think I am going to do Munk's advice. It sounds like a simple and good idea. I will put on a nice handle that won't slip my hands in the winter.
I can't weld anyway. And the handle with the embedded tang has been sent to Uncle Bill so he can inspect it for himself.
Originally posted by munk
Eikverang- what did you do to this khukuri?
It was the initial test of a new khukuri that I had recently received. I cut a spruce tree first. But it went so fast that I didn't have time to get the feeling of the new knife so I started cutting it into smaller sections again.
As I continued working I started feeling a warmth spreading from the inside of my arm and I felt so much in harmony with the knife. I increased the schwing, the speed and the force. It started feeling easy insted of a bit unfamiliar like in the beginning. It felt good, my arm was happy. Then suddenly the khukuri just snapped.
I was just hacking away at a timberlog, that's all. And it was standing upright supported against some trees, so I didn't hit the ground.
This could be explained by three reasons:
1) Bura did a bad job for once (not likely).
2) He was provided with some bad materials by unfortune (more
likely).
3) Cosmos (or whatever to call it) wanted it to happen. Cosmos covers
explanations 1) and 2) also I suppose.
You see when I broke the knife, me and my companions started walking back home from the forest a bit earlier than planned. And there on the road we met an old woman who was eating some fresh leaves from a tree. I asked her if those were edible and so she and I started a conversation. She could have been around 80 years old I think, far into the forest all alone.
The conversation lasted at least 45 minutes. So in order to make a long history short, she told me that if I tried I could feel what was edible just by touching the greens. She could do this because she had warm hands she said.
She sure had special eyes though. They were filled with tranquility, strength, understanding, wisdom or in short; very much spirit. I don't know how to describe them. Her face so old, but her eyes so full. I have never seen such eyes before.
My companions stood in awe and looked at her eyes. They didn't understand Norwegian as they were foreign exchange students, but they understood and whispered to eachother that this had to be a "wise woman" / "witch".
I continued asking her a lot of questions.
She told me that I was an open person, and now she understood why she had to be in the forest today. It was to meet me she said. Because all people can learn certain "things" but one must be open, and those who are open might need a guidance in the right direction some times.
Anyway, she told me a lot of stuff. Things like that we are primarily spirit and not matter.
Time does not exist because past, present and future are one.
Don't get caught up in religion, all is Love anyway.
And many things more. I could make a list.
She said we might meet again, but she didn't know for sure if we would.
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Any comments anyone?
