We Forge Knives

Close to my body...
I never let the knife out of my sight!

We forge knives .. nous forgeons couteaux .. againn sceana bhrionnú .. forjar ganivets .. Watashitachiha naifu o gizō .. vi skabe knive .. Wǒmen ruìyì dāo .. labanak Agorregi dugu.

Close to my body .. is the knife I forged .. with my own mind.

It was year 2121, 21st of June [Earth orbit time] .. anti-gravity was a reality for our time-zone. Floating ships-of-light hovered high within Planet Earth's gravitational fields. Yes! Gravity fields! Plural...

I climbed to the top of Mesa Verde, followed by my friends.

Close to my body .. is the knife I forged .. each one of us .. we had secretly forged our own knives... Renegades in time .. guided by our ancient Ancestors!

I was 13 years old when I forged my first carbon steel knife blade .. an unknown and ancient technology lost to future technologically advanced generations on Planet Earth 2121.

Quantum computers and advanced robotics did everything for us humans. You could say, we are the perfect society. Something you humans in 2012 could only dream of .. and yet...

I was a high-level Quantum computer engineer .. trained by my society to build, program and repair our highly advanced technological socio-adaptive science. But, secretly .. my passion... I held close to my body.

Close to my body, I never let the blade out of my sight!

Following behind me, a long trail of highly advanced men and women climbed to the top of Mesa Verde.

It was 2121 .. and yet each one of us carried .. close to our bodies .. blades we forged ourselves!

Lifetime after lifetime, we forged the blades of our souls.

I reached back my hand to pull my friend up over the loose stones and sand.

I had forged a strong blue carbon steel Celtic European blade .. my friend had forged an elegant short Damascus, Kanetsune Yuh, Japanese Tanto with 15 layers of folded Japanese Aogami Blue steel.

I pulled my friend up to the next plateau of our journey together, one hundred and eleven of us travelled together on this path towards the ridge...

Ahead of us and behind us were dark obsidan hand knapped blades, ancient agate knives from pre-paleolithic times .. we had done it all .. we knew it all. Stone tools, tucked away into tight fitting pockets. Some of us had travelled back in time to pick up Mammoth Ivory Damascus, lock folding Old Pompe, Callejon forged knives, La Tène blades and primitive stone cutting tools...

Why ... ?

Because across the invisible sands of time, we made them - ourselves!

It was forbidden, of course, to extract artifacts from ancient times...
As renegades, we did it anyway!

Close to my body is the knife that I forged .. lifetime after lifetime.

Was it your hand who knapped the small white agate stone blade lying in the dusty sands of Grand Canyon? Did you beat the rough copper blade before man knew how to cut a fine metal edge? Does it matter if you hand knapped a sharp obsidian cutting edge .. or if you forged a fine metal blade from the sweat of your ancient mind?

So, we hid our blades well in 2121, guided by the strange and elusive Masters, The Invisible Guides.

We forge knives... across the ancient and elusive spirit sands of time.

Know your deep Katana path! Lifetime after lifetime!
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]

Paleo Blue ..

Humans are pathetic!

The tall and slender Time Traveller looked up from the castle walls .. humans are pathetic!

It was the end of April 2012 .. the day was warm .. the air currents spiralled upwards.

Crosswinds hit the cars, making the motorway drivers nervous. The slender and mysterious Time Traveler knew nothing of this. Humans are pathetic!

He looked at me from under the dark brim of his wide black hat .. his eyes shining iridescent blue from beneath the darkness of shade. He smiled an ironic smile, knowing that I could see him.

Humans are pathetic!

The mysterious Time Traveller had watched me climb the timeless stairs to the top of the ancient castle. He studied me as I watched the strange battle overhead. He studied me, as I watched the lesser spotted eagle ride the air currents high above us.

Pathetic...

The two giant birds floated high on the warm currents of air spiralling above the forest below. Behind them three gliders were attempting to follow the eagles in search of an up-current. The humans were following the birds.

Humans are pathetic .. the two raptors circled effortlessly in the warm air, as the gliders attempted to steal the birds airspace and natural instincts. I watched the birds and I did not appreciate the sharp turns of the glider pilots attempting to cut into the birds flight paths.

Humans are pathetic .. he said!

I looked sideways as I tried to watch the birds rise higher and higher in the afternoon sky .. his shining iridescent blue eyes smiled like stars from beneath the brim of his black hat .. pathetic!!

The two giant birds climbed effortlessly as the three gliders floated lower and lower. The lesser spotted eagles soared higher in the up currents as the clumsy human gliders dropped below them, until the gliders had to move on. They drifted sideways dropping below the castle walls...

The birds were faster than man, with a natural understanding of flight, magnetic currents and atmospheric lift. The birds feathers were designed to gently touched magnetic air currents. The brim of the Time Traveller's hat was also designed to gently touch magnetic currents.

Paleo Blue
The slender stranger placed the knife on the low castle wall. Paleo Blue .. the blade of the knife was as sharp as the eagles wings. Their wings cut through the magnetism of the air as the knife cut though the magnetism of space and time.

The knife blade looked like a slender feather.

The three gliders fell lower and lower. The two birds soared high beyond acute physical sight. Up and up they soared, until I could no longer see them.

Paleo blue?

The slender Time Traveller disappeared from view, as I picked up the knife from the castle wall.

Obsidian Blade Beyond Time

Perhaps you imagine the sharpness of your mind is not the sharp blade with which you cut the onions and slice the carrots .. and who is to say you are wrong?

It was 11 may 2010, where I live in a modern world of click-the-switch-on and an electric light sends what we call 'light' into a square room .. but pay attention .. what is LIGHT and what is ELECTRICITY .. and why do we live in square rooms?

To those of you who are =time travelers= the paradox of what I did next will make perfect sense. The light switch in the square room took the place of sunlight. I reached down and I picked up a hand sized piece of raw obsidian .. a dark frozen volcanic glass .. which in the most advanced future is so fine they use it to hold and conduct electric.

On one level our advanced future would stop and look at what I did next ..
and yet, at the same time their advanced technology is part of my fascination ..

I used thick leather garden gloves to protect my hands, because obsidian stone is so fine it can cut through skin and you don't feel it until you see the blood .. Who would stop to consider that obsidian glass has also been used for thousands of years by the human mind to gaze into the 'future' ..

The modern square walls of my home were shattered by the sharp clink of my obsidian knapping.

Is the sharpness of my mind as fine as the glass obsidian edge?

If you lift the fine volcanic glass edge up to the light, can you imagine that you are one with your fine edge creation? If you have a really good imagination, can you see your most advanced self watching you from the future as black obsidian shards fall onto the floor?

Look back in time and you see your ancestors knapping knife blades and arrowheads so fine and so beautiful that you would be amazed by their art .. and yet are the eyes of your ancestors not your own eyes? When you look at those flint, chert or obsidian blades, do you see your own ancestral blade .. and how sharp - therefore - is your own mind?

I clicked the light-switch on and the square room filled with electric light. Behind leather gloves fine obsidian fell with a clink onto the floor. In my 'modern world' I watch the black obsidian glass fall onto the floor of today .. as the eyes of the future watch the advanced radiance fill the oval chamber.

My ancestors inside the oval cave crafted obsidian blades so fine that they created the future with the sharpness of their mind. They were so exact that as I lifted the obsidian edge, I became aware of the sharpness of my own mind.

Prehistoric Soul Flint

The sharp white edge of the prehistoric flint blade glinted in the sunlight against the red clay. The tall man pushed back the leather brim of his wide hat. Kneeling down in the clay, he cleared the edges of earth from the clean edge of the flint .. it was still sharp .. his mind shifted back in time to his hand forming the white edge of the stone blade. Sunlight flashed against his eyes .. In another .. life?

How many lives does it take to remember your own soul?

The man eased the long white flint from the soft clay. How many lives does it take to remember your own soul? .. The sun caught the edge of the flint as he finished knapping its prehistoric edge .. the sunlight split the edge of his hat as he pulled the ancient flint from the clay.

Silently, without movement, as sharp as the flint blade, as bright as the sunlight - the man's soul felt the prehistoric tool maker pull his flint knife from the clay .. and the two were one.

When you cut the fine edge of your Neolithic tools, did you see yourself pull the ancient flint tool from the Earth, tip back your hat and turn your head slightly to shade your eyes from the shaft of sunlight? Was it you who drew those lines on the cavern walls of your ancestors? Did you look for and discover the cave drawings your ancestors etched for you, on the flint-edge of your soul?

The man gently cleaned the red clay from the perfect blade. Did he feel the sunlight illuminate the tear, or did he wipe only the sweat from his brow? He wiped the red clay from the sharp edged white flint and his soul remembered only this moment - together.

Sacred Stream Blue Flint Knife

The sun was low on the horizon, birds were singing in the small wood nearby and as the last rays of the sun glinted on the surface of the stream - I saw the blade. For thousands of years curving fine lines of sand and clay hid the blue flint blade from the eyes of those who catch the fish today. The voices of the Arapaho children and the awareness of the Native people no longer danced on the water or tested the roots of the trees at the water's edge.

Maybe it was the blue colour at the edge of the sand that cut the first line to my eye, and then to my brain, and then to my hand as I pressed my fingers below the surface of the steam and pulled at the stone below. It could have been the laughter I heard echoing behind as the angle of the voices hit the stream and caused the water to change its flow. Just in that moment the sunlight reflected on the edge of the flint in the same moment it reflected on the edge of my eye .. who knows how it all came about .. who knows where the ghost laughter came from in that frozen moment in time.

I pulled the leaf shaped blue flint blade from the sand and the water.

As the sun set the air became suddenly cooler.

I looked at the blade. It was still sharp. The people were gone, but the blade was still sharp. Arapaho wóosóó3 ni means arrowhead or flint .. toxu'éíhi vai to be sharp .. hiisíís na is the Sun .. koho'ówu' ni a small stream .. nec ni is water.

Arapaho noo3 vta - to abandon or leave behind.

"noo3 vta toxu'éíhi vai wóosóó3 ni, nec ni, hiisíís na" - to leave behind the sharp flint, water and the sun .. and that is what I found again as I pulled the long blue flint blade out of the fine sand and the clay. The flint, the water and the sun were still sharp.

Obsidian Secrets of The Sacred Archetypal Knives

The sword in the stone .. ancient obsidian knives sharper than a modern surgeons scalpel and the earliest folding knives of the ancient Celtic tribes...

We were scientists from the future, studying layers of rock embedded with obsidian knife blades and flint arrowheads .. at a time where dinosaur bone fossils were layered above our find. We would enter the historic zone, making sure that our immediate physical presence would go unnoticed, as we quickly scanned the area for signatures of our past.

Quantum field laser extraction would allow us to quickly isolate and remove valuable spear points, arrowheads and stone blades, before returning to our original space-time local. The importance of these early tools were highly regarded in our society. Those of you living in the 21st Century cannot imagine how important these tools are .. 'The Archetypal Knives' ..

11 February 2010 - We saw them enter our time zone, extract the flints and blades, and elegantly disappear from our Remote Viewing team with the use of superior cloaking techniques. We did not know where they came from (other than it was our future), and we were unable to locate the coordinates of the entry and exit fields. It was a subtle intrusion into our time zone with an even more subtle extraction of elements from the earth, before they returned to their own local. Our experienced team of Remote Viewers were unable to follow or locate them beyond that.

"This is their third intrusion since the beginning of the year. Why are they picking up flints?"

"I have no idea," I answered. "Have our scan team go out and see what they can find there." It was already late afternoon as I walked back to the resting area, set aside for on-duty teams. I sat for a few moments on the edge of the rest couch, trying to image the situation we had viewed. I knew this was our own race from the future.. that they had allowed us to pick up aspects of their visit into out time zone.. but why?

On the wall opposite was a life sized reproduction of cave drawings from Lascaux, France. I stared mindlessly at the perfect reproduction of the paleolithic Paintings, when a silver sharp glint of metal caught my eye. This has to be a 'witnessing event'. I lay back on the couch as I entered my natural Remote Viewing state.

The man in front of me was tall and unusually thin. He seemed to be a perfect model for many of the humanoid forms drawn on cave walls around the planet. I viewed him, but he did not move. He stared at me with an almost ironic smile on his lips.

I sat up quickly, this was not Remote Viewing, he was standing in the room. His smile broadened with my reaction. I looked at him, trying to assess his intent, but his telepathic skills were so refined that he was able to convey to me the whole connection in less than a nano-second.

Obsidian Secrets of The Archetypal Knives
It was amazing .. they were highly advanced and yet they were carrying knives. In my report I could only describe them as the 'Knife Artists'. They did not carry the knives as weapons, they carried the knives as Spirit and personal tools. We later discovered that this Inter-dimensional race was behind the skilled intrusions of the scientists from the future extracting arrowheads, flints and obsidian blades from out local time zone.

He noticed my nervous reaction as my eyes identified the precision blade in his left hand. He immediately conveyed to me that this was not a 'weapon' and that I need have no fear. In response, I barely relaxed, although some part of me was studying the design of the blade. It appeared to be a finer crafted model of a collectors hand blade from our current time.

"This is our ART," was his telepathic response in reply to my curiosity.
He seemed to use the hand knife as a spirit force collector. I could feel the alteration of energy in my locality and the slight distortion of magnetic flux. The power of the field alteration was coming from the blade.

Lord of The Rings? The ancient power of the Elves? The image of The Sword In The Stone was projected into my mind. He was a 'sword archetype', from an ancient lineage much older than the Earth. They exist on other levels of reality and have interacted with mankind since the beginning of time.

With one hand he elegantly closed the blade of the folding knife, which looked like a stylized form of a Heron. The knife fitted perfectly into his hand, and I had the feeling the knife was designed exactly for his hand and his hand alone. Even closed, it radiated an astonishing power. He conveyed that the power of the sword, the power of the knife is sacred and never to be abused.

This race were the earliest archetypes, architects of Earth humans working with stone and metals. They gave mankind the forms and the designs. They were the enlighteners of sword and knife form from the Obsidian blades to metal and beyond .. light lasers are a form of energy sword and this race were the Guardians of these tools.

As a download of information poured into my mind, he began to shimmer and fade into the painting on the wall behind him. His folded blade became part of the lines shaping cave animals from the most ancient times.

This was to be the first meeting from a race whose existence mankind forgot, as the Age of man dwindled into the darkness of the Kali Yuga - the time when the Light within should lead the way through the darkness .. but man was too weak to walk the inner path of light ...