Khukuris -- a review and overlook mostly for newbies and strangers.

Me either but we have a few who object to the prayers and blessings. I thank them for their interest and advise them to get a factory khukuri and sign off with my canned signature, "Blessings from the computer shack in Reno."
 
Heh heh heh ...

I wouldn't trust the rogue Bhodisatvas of HI any further than I could throw them.

Especially when they say things like:

However, some do not share the same philosophy so if you are adverse to prayers and blessings then buy a factory khukuri.

and

If loving God and neighbor, trying to do what is good, decent and proper turn you off then you don't belong here.

Why, some of the rogues that hang out here and post in this forum are almost as dispicable as I am. Bill has sucked them in, amongst others, by using their desire for fine cutlery as bait.

They are just posing as purveyors of knives. Their true mission is much more insidious.

Heh heh heh ...

(Spelling corrected in edit. Thanks Aardvark. I'd really hate to have these guys think I called them makeup) ;)
 
I hope this person eventually realizes the difference between 'rouge' and 'rogue'. I really hate to be branded as 'ladies makeup' or 'sharpening compound'.
 
This is one of those threads that calls to me. The blessings are what makes the khukuris speak. I've been listening to my 20" Sirupati for over three years now. BTW Hope you have a great year, Uncle Bill.
 
Just think of it as your basic camoflage or war paint only in bright and attractive colors.
 
--As a polytheist, I've been able to see the blessings as just that--blessings! these are time honored methods, inseperable from the kami, or from the prectice of making a khuk. Sorta like Japanese smiths and ancient Kush (African) smiths -- Working steel required prayer, a nearly shamanic mindset, and alchemy.

Bill, your description on the atomic level called out to me, and made me recall part of the creation story of the North.
A great Giant, Ymir, was floatinng around in space after the creation (by the meeting of Fire and Ice in Ginungagap). He represents formless matter, potential, resorces from out of the void. Three gods, Woden, Wili and Weh, Come upon his vast bulk, and They begin to cut and stab at him. His blood forms the rivers, oceans. They pulled and pushed at his flesh, until the land was made, his bones poked thru the skin, making mountains, his hair is the trees and bushes, his mighty skull forms a dome over the earth, and the clouds are his brains. (four dwarves -- Northri, Suthri, Oestre, Veste <North, South, east, west> hold the skull up, and light can still get around it. When its overcast, is that the skukk in the way?) The gods blew burning cinders into the sky to create the stars, etc.

What's the point? Simply this -- the Kamis are the gods in the parable, and the steel and horn and bone and wood are Ymir. We humans follow this godly practice of forming and reforming stuff into other useful stuff. This very act is divine.

I call this the Ymir principle, and it applies to all matter of enregy and matter transforms. Another one - The food you eat is Ymir, and your digestive tract is the gods, remaking matter into emergy with chemical transformations.


Sorry- T.M.I.

Keith
 
Originally posted by fsmitka
Thank You Bill.....

You have explained another of the many reasons why my 12 inch Ang Khola Khukuri stays at my side while I roam the woods and face my Self..................................................................

Frank

Done properly this is the hardest person in the world to face up to, to understand and to love....
It was a long and extremely hard journey for me and I'm still not finished.:rolleyes:

Some people, those, or just the one who complained, will perhaps never figure it all out.
A pity, a real pity.
But then so many people want their spirituality shoveled to them from behind a pulpit with only one book to guide them no matter what book it may be.
Another real pity.......
 
Howard, I forgot to mention this in my last post but I think Lama Jigme would agree with you. And he thanks you for the card.
 
note my new signature line. Just felt appropriate and that it was time for a change.
 
even the biggest of giants must fall, if only to make room for the sprouts and saplings.

If it makes you feel better, the story mentions some motivations behind the 'killing', had to do with a divine disagreement, or some such. Being only mortal I would not guess at some motivations of the divine...

Had Ymir not died to make these planets, like our beloved earth, we'd have little room to stand, let alone live. I guess it can't be all that bad, having the universe made not in your image but from your image! The entire universe as his grave...

Anyhow, conjures up all sorts of weird imagery, eh?

Keith
 
When I try to fathom creation and the universe my head hurts so I don't. I like Asst. Chaplain Lama's line: "I am just a simple follower."
 
Have to go play some Ray Stevens music now. Like his Mississippi Squirrel Revival and Would Jesus Wear A
Rolex
.

( The Mississippi Squirrel Revival talks about a kid catching a squirrel and sneaking it into church in a shoebox to show his buddy, except the squirrel gets loose and folks think it's god's spirit moving among them -

While the Squirrel did laps inside her dress, she began to cry and then confess, to sins that would make a sailor blush with shame. But the thing that got the most attention, was when she started talking about her love life, and she started naming names! )
 
The day the squirrel went berserk, in the first self-righteous church, and the people started singin' Halleleuiah! LMAO.. I haven't heard that in years.:)
 
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