Forged...

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I was thinking about Life today. About those who seemingly have the easy life. And those who struggle through so much Heartache and hardship. I truly Believe that suffering produces the most intense Soul lessons and growth. I think about the Katana, the Samurai Sword. 

There is a Katana in our 'ohana that has been passed down through generations in Japan. In the making of the legendary renown swords, the iron bearing river sand and charcoal are heated in the furnace for days and nights. Then the sword steel is heated, pounded and folded. Over and over again to remove the impurities and strengthen the sword. A long tedious artful and masterful process handed down for centuries.

I see us very much akin to the Katana. Some of us get Hammered.  Daily. Not just Physically. Hammered Mentally. Hammered Emotionally. Hammered Spiritually. Some of us even get folded over and over again. Until we feel like we can't get back up. Or go on. 

But the Beauty is that our Souls become Pure and Strong again. For having experienced the Furnace of Life. The Katana is never allowed to become molten in the process. Just as we are never allowed to melt either. Just enough to achieve the end results. 

A Powerful Pure Sword. Not to take Life. Not to punish. Not to execute. Not to wage war. But to Protect the Innocent. Stand up for Justice. Equity. Peace. Love. Humanity. Life...

Kū i ka Pono...

So Thor. Bring your Hammer of the Gods and Hammer me with all you got. I am Ready. Always have been...

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