Swords into Plowshares

Swords into Plowshares

In the heart of the forge, a symphony of heat and purpose fills the air.

Amidst the soot-stained gloom, a medieval blacksmith stands as a pillar of the earth, his massive frame illuminated by the molten breath of the coals.

Clad in protective gloves, he holds an old longsword—its edge notched from battle and its quillions (the Arms of a sword’s crossguard) bent.

With a reverent and powerful cadence, he brings his heavy hammer down upon the flat of the blade, not to sharpen it, but to transform it into a plowshare.

Clang… Clang… Clang…

Each thunderous strike is a deliberate act of alchemy.

The steel, once tempered to take life, now glows a sullen orange as it yields to a new will.

The narrow lethal point is being drawn out, folded, and widened into the gentle, curving shape of a plowshare.

The crossguard is heated and worked into sturdy fixings for a wooden beam.

The rhythm has shifted from the frantic beat of arming an army to the patient, measured song of sowing a future.

Sweat etches rivers through the grime on his brow, not from the urgency of war, but from the profound labor of peace. In the dancing light, his anvil is no longer an altar of Mars, but a bench of Ceres.

With every hammer fall, he is not breaking the sword, but answering its deeper calling—to cut, not flesh, but fertile earth; to shed, not blood, but life-giving seed.

The final weapon is being unmade, its essence re-forged into a tool that will turn fallow fields into hope. In the heart of the forge, a symphony of heat and purpose fills the air.

What’s the point of my story? I believe in SPITE of all the terrible things/bullshit that have been happening around the world for the past thirty years or so, which really can be traced all the way back to the end of World War Two, we, as a species, can expect to be in a state of anxiety, fear, distress, and anger.

Or for the few, see the proverbial “Handwriting on the Wall”, especially if you have been studying our evolution as a species as I have for many years. I have written many essays on this subject, which can be found on my website.

Instead of feeling anxious, fear, distress, and/or anger, I feel positive in that I HAVE seen the “Handwriting on the Wall”.

Our species has been transitioning through an approximate 150-175 year “Threshold” in the doorway between two “Ages”.

The age we are living in and soon to leave is the “Age of Pisces”, which if you do a search of it, two distinct words pop up, the age of RELIGIONS AND WARS. The age we are soon entering into is the “Age of Aquarius”, which is the age of TECHNOLOGY AND PEACE!

Someday, we will be manufacturing refrigerators, TV Sets, electric vehicles, etcetera, in factories that previously manufactured missiles and bombs. Hence, TURNING OUR SWORDS INTO PLOWSHARES, originating from the biblical prophecy in Isaiah 2:4 (“They shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks”) symbolizing the end of conflict and a new era of peace. 

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Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,