I'm not quite sure why but one of the cleaner examples I have come across and at a reasonable (I thought) price. About a twenty inch blade, if I have the thoughts right. Listed as a 30" blade, I don't think so. 30" overall is what I normally encounter. The life of Buddha, and butterflies Likely silver sheet on wood but we will see what we shall see. A lot of them are plated brass. 20th century and very possibly post WWII. A likely tourist item but usually listed as a temple or ceremonial dha. It lacks its cotton pom pom hanger cord. I came across a siblinghttps://www.liveauctioneers.com/item/50442339_antique-burmese-cermonial-story-dha-sword so maybe it really is a bigun
The way I wrote it elsewhere ````````````````` A Festivus for the rest of us caused an adoption of a decorative oversized Burmese dha. Having spent some due diligence in reading, these work out to be not unlike a dreamcatcher, or medicine wheel. The blade overlays are not koftgari but rather a method unique to southeast Asian technique. These more common themed examples have less care to the margins. i don't know yet whether this one is plated or other alloy sheet but it is a big one. Such the deal, I thought. dharesearch.bowditch.us/IntroductionFrame1Main_Page.htm? dharesearch.bowditch.us/DecorationFrame1Source1.htm?
In some further reading www.jstor.org/stable/pdf/533927.pdf Nat Worship among the Burmese. The Burmese have a curious idea of what we call the soul. Una- ble to understand the rather abstract and complicated system of the elevation of the mind on the Path of Truth, as taught by the Bud- dhist philosophers, they have given a form to the immortal part of our being, and they call it Leip-bya, the exact translation of which is butterfly-spirit. They say that when a man is asleep his Leip-bya is wandering around, sometimes very far from his body, and that it returns when he wakes again. Thus dreams are explained by the various good or bad encounters made by the Leip-bya when it is wandering about. When a man falls really sick, the Burmese pre- tend that his Leip-bya has been swallowed or captured by a bad Nat, and if the medicines of the doctor (ze'thama) are of no avail, the ceremony of the Leip-bya ko takes place immediately. Offerings of the most tempting sort are laid down by the family of the stricken man at the shrine of the Nat of the village. He is humbly re- quested in long prayers to consent to eat the good fruits, the excel- lent fish, the sweet honey, provided humbly for him, and in exchange to let the Leip-bya of the sick man alone. If he accepts the bargain the man is cured, and his Leip-bya returns to his body; if he dies it is because the Nat has swallowed honey, fruits, offerings, Leip-bya, and all; and he is freely cursed by the family, until another case of grave sickness arises, when another ceremony of Leip-bya ko takes place in the same manner. The Burmese believe that it is extremely dangerous to awaken anybody suddenly, for fear his Leip-bya may have no time to return, in which case death is sure to follow immediately. A foreign tourist could never prevail, unless with extreme difficulty, on a Burmese to awaken him in the morning from his slumber, by the fear that his Leip-bya might be wandering too far from his body, and have no time to regain its quarters if he were suddenly awakened. I tried myself, on many occasions, to break that strange prejudice among my own servants; but I saw them so half-hearted and low-spirited in obeying my orders that I gave up my efforts, fearing that if I felt sick the poor fellows would believe really my Leip-bya gone for good. I simply bought, in a Mandalay bazaar, an unprejudiced alarm-clock, to awaken me in time when I had to start early in the morning. The priests say vainly that the belief in the Nats incapacitates a man for obtaining the Niebban.1 Their advice is useless. Nothing is more remarkable than the tenacity which characterizes the sur- vival of these doctrines and strange beliefs of old. At the brightest hours of Buddhism, even at the epochs of its most fervent revivals, the Nat-worship is never entirely eradicated, but simply sleeping.
And When a grave, contagious disease appears in a city or a village, the figure of a beloo, or evil monster, is roughly painted on a water-pot, and at the end of the day the pot is broken in pieces by the stroke of a dah, or native sword.
This thing is huge in proportion and weighted far beyond useful parameters. I'll have to get some in house pictures of it up with some comparisons but I'm glad I had no misconceptions when I scarfed it up. The grip, at its widest diameter about three inches and the overall length in the scabbard 48" This thing would need an entire community to lug around. It is more the girth of the grip making it ridiculous to consider a weapon but I had no illusions that it was made for war, or general use.
The scabbard is covered in plated brass sheet in six main segments. Each with a butterfly on each side, for a dozen of them all told. The hilt, I just don't know but extremely heavy. If that is sheet on wood, it must be some really dense stuff. I'll have to do some trepanning or something to find out. The blade's spine close to 3/8" thick at the guard, not tapering a great deal. I'll check out hardness a bit and the edge is actually more than butter knife sharp, in a good convex grind.
I'm not sure where my head was but my eclectic and rational thoughts, while seeming in conflict, tugged with the reality that sold prices for these are generally much more than it was priced at.
and once in hand `````````````````````` Some quick comparative shots with the walloon, an axe and some knobs (shown above). The walloon 's blade is roughly 35". The specifications for that elsewhere. The grip appears to be the same construction of brass sheet on wood with silver plating.
Not exactly sure why I hadn't included all that earlier but there didn't seem like there was much interest.
This had gone up to a couple of the Facebook "clubs" as well but I'll tell you what, I just recently quit half a dozen FB groups and have little regret doing so.
Brother Nathaniel: Ah, Ms. Cerulean, such a beautiful hue to her scales. The fiery amber of her eyes... I promised her I would return to her one day. I still have the coordinates to the island.
Jun 22, 2021 5:00:51 GMT
RufusScorpius: And no doubt you left them something to remember you by as well... even the blue lizard girl...
Jun 21, 2021 20:26:35 GMT
Brother Nathaniel: Admittedly, this is true, Brother Rufus, But I would like to state that I still remember all of them and keep mementos. It always meant somthing to me.
Jun 21, 2021 16:45:26 GMT
treeslicer: Ya might even get Shatner back..........to play a 24th. Century version of Denny Crane.
Jun 21, 2021 16:03:48 GMT
treeslicer: Just imagine Starfleet trying to sort out the survivor's benefits claims after Kirk finally croaked. Make one whale of a military legal procedural movie, maybe even a series.
Jun 21, 2021 15:56:18 GMT
RufusScorpius: Rumor has it the Brother Nathaniel is the James T. Kirk of the fantasy realm. Black, white, red, alien, he doesn't care. At least that's what I've heard.
Jun 21, 2021 10:42:49 GMT
treeslicer: Nah, DNA will tell, even on the amphibious green ones with tails.
Jun 21, 2021 7:20:29 GMT
Brother Nathaniel: That is correct, but if we are counting that, then we might have some that we have trouble identifying.
Jun 21, 2021 1:13:25 GMT
RufusScorpius: ? You mean no heir that you know of, right?
Jun 21, 2021 1:10:19 GMT
Brother Nathaniel: I hope you understand, Sir, that I shall not exactly reveal my cards to the public. Security measures and all sir, but my absence for a prolonged period of time... you can take your guess but I can assure you it isn't mundane.
Jun 21, 2021 1:07:43 GMT
Brother Nathaniel: Perhaps you are right , ol' brother. I shall defer to your many more years and look forward to the horizon with a renewed vigorousness. After all, I still do not have an Heir, none to carry on the name, I shall not let it end here.
Jun 21, 2021 1:00:16 GMT
RufusScorpius: I have no time for the dead, nor do I have quarrel with them. For I will in due time be with them, and then there will be feasting and libations as we tell the tale of our living times.
Jun 21, 2021 0:53:33 GMT
Brother Nathaniel: 👍👍👍👍👍 Ah and what times those were, unfortunately not everyone made it out of those expeditions, I still pour out the liquor for them sir, I still visit the graves. Sometimes I set upon the warm grass sharing a bottle with our deceased with my bottle
Jun 21, 2021 0:51:45 GMT
RufusScorpius: Tell me of that which perplexes you and I will put an arrow into it's eye and split it's belly open with my Roman steel
Jun 21, 2021 0:49:36 GMT
RufusScorpius: I stood by your side when we defeated the 2 headed Jakelope of Besleba, and our campaign into Dorrasinia to capture the marauding Skunk-Ape all those years ago is still fresh in my mind. I would adventure again to rid you of a new enemy or threat.
Jun 21, 2021 0:48:32 GMT
Brother Nathaniel: Trust that if it truly was enemy situation, you would merely not see too much of me for a few years at least while I attend "College".
Jun 21, 2021 0:44:25 GMT
Brother Nathaniel: Not Midlife crisis yet my friend, still a bit more youthful lol
Jun 21, 2021 0:39:42 GMT
RufusScorpius: Brother, you are taking too many risks lately. Is there a midlife crisis? Illness? Or a secret enemy that you are ashamed to make public? If the later, I only need to know a name, not a reason. Just saying.
Jun 21, 2021 0:30:29 GMT
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