The downfall
Many young women are falling on the side of the road, and the one who is stilling the show is the loud queen of the class. When a man falls and breaks it makes a noise, like a big tree and all are sorry, but when a girl does not arrive – she falls silently and she might be remembered only in few songs or poems like:
Eleanor Rigby:
Lyrics
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
Of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul Mccartney
Eleanor Rigby lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Artist: The Beatles
She is also the red riding hood that get lost in the forest of life and society and get eaten by the bad Wolfe.
And this phenomenon of young women that get swallowed and broken during their life, because they are too sensitive, too gentle, too special – is a phenomenon which is hardly known, there is a kind of a conspiracy of silence around it. It does not correspond with the figure of the woman which is either sexy or well kept, or the faithful housewife, or a witch, or a feminist – but there is hardly any reference to the existence of them that are broken and get lost in life. And it is mainly unknown that it happens mainly to women.
If we look at literature, then in Russian literature indeed there is the melodramatic Anna Karenina, a figure greater than life. What is written of here is about figures such as the ones which appears in the play by: Anton Chekhov – “three sisters”, in which each one of the sisters is lost in a different way, all of them get lost, and misses life.
And the women who get lost in their life are doing it quietly, with no noise, like what they did in their life; not to make noise, not to disturbed.
Once, in ancient Greece they threw away young girls, usually a virgin, to the Minotaur.
Today there is a resemblance, but it is much less exposed and formal,
The minotaur is disguised to a charming persuasive man, and all of their sin was that they were innocent, sensitive and clean in their soul, they are the tax that society pays, a society which surrendered to rudeness, and is relating mainly to what shouts, pushes, external and sexy, and once in a while someone like that is sacrificed on the altar of the Enlightened society.
Someone gets eaten by modern way of life, once it was the flesh of the innocent young girl, today it is her soul, vitality, her faith in the human race, her hope and nativity.
The inner self as a female entity:
In this life, what is gentle, sensitive and special is sacrificed on the altar of the soulless collective, and the symbols for it are the woman and the child, the child for being helpless, and undeveloped, and the woman for being soft and open to her inside. He will grow, she is bound to be a victim, and both are presenting the hopelessness, the lonely and imprisoned – soul, which is fragile, and very gentle, like a grain of sand which has no resistance power of its own and therefore it is so easy to trample and step on, and it will not even squeak, but it has got a name, and the soul’s name, here, is: “Sad Lisa”.
And here are the lyrics of a song by that name:
“Sad Lisa” by Cat Stevens, from his album: “tea for the tillerman”:
.She hangs her head and cries on my shirt.
She must be hurt very badly.
Tell me what’s making you sadly?
Open your door, don’t hide in the dark.
You’re lost in the dark, you can trust me.
’cause you know that’s how it must be.
Lisa lisa, sad lisa lisa.
Her eyes like windows, tricklin’ rain
Upon her pain getting deeper.
Though my love wants to relieve her.
She walks alone from wall to wall.
Lost in a hall, she can’t hear me.
Though I know she likes to be near me.
Lisa lisa, sad lisa lisa.
She sits in a corner by the door.
There must be more I can tell her.
If she really wants me to help her.
I’ll do what I can to show her the way.
And maybe one day I will free her.
Though I know no one can see her.
Lisa lisa, sad lisa lisa.
Cat Stevens claims that in each one of us there is a Sad Lisa, that cries and wants to get free. And between the person and his real selfhood there is love but with it, they are separated.
The poet in this song feels his inner being, feels his imprisoned princess, her sadness, her cry. He knows that there is here great injustice, to her and to him, and he knows that he cannot be the knight on the white horse, and save his princes (despite the fact that he tries to convince her and him that it might happen in the future) but he knows that here is no Hollywood or a fairy tale, here it is a reality and in this reality there is a prison, in which is locked a princess, and her master or mistress, do not know that inside is getting lost and suffocated the real identity, the inner being of who they really are.
Yes, on the outside we are bourgeois, practical people, but in us is locked a princess, fragile and helpless, and she needs a visit from time to time otherwise she will not be able to hold on in the prison, and she survives thanks to the union which we have with her almost every night, in the Kingdome of sleep. It is very mysterious: on top we spread a layer of dreams, as we wake up we get divorced from her and so for the rest of the day. But it is each time difficult to wake up, for she is getting a hold of us, trying to bring us back to her. But as long as we feel this pain of disconnecting from her, it is still good, that means that the communion with here is dear to us.
This pain each morning shows that at night we have been Intouch, but if in the morning there are no tormenters of departure – it means that at night there was no communion with the beloved one.
When we fall asleep to the outer reality we are becoming awake to the internal reality. It is a great deal indeed to wake up and continue, with much care and softness, to keep the connection with her. To carry her silently under the shirt, just like Lisa of Cat Stevens, and to keep her like a precious treasure.
The young sensitive woman and the soul, are both under suppression, both are subject to the collective, to the external reality, to the mask and the image, whereas the inner quality are becoming the victim.
It is not just an incidental that sad Lisa and the soul – are both females. Femininity in this world is still under suppression, this is one of the main reasons to our difficulty to touch the being in us and to awaken here. This is the reason for her being so hidden, contracted, at the bottom of our subconsiousness.
The female force and the inner being cannot get out of the pressing weight which is above them, this is the state of the female force in the world, and of the soul in the human being.
We live in a world which is under dominant masculine power, and it is so dominant, that even the women themselves are not living in harmony with their femininity, don’t really know what real femininity is, and are dragged into a situation where superficial games are covering on the absence of powerful and deep female force.
The female force was supposed to rise up from within, revitalizing and fertilizing. Cause renewal and redemption, and until there will be justice done to the female force on our world and in us, we cannot come to peace in ourselves.
We begin our life from and through a woman, and so is our inner life, they can only happen if we will get connected to the inner woman in us. And in the absence of this we live in a world which is governed by power struggles but disguises itself to be advanced and seeking advancement, but they would not happen unless there would be a release of female power and it’s redemption.
But there is a difference in how we portray femininity when it is under masculine rule and how it would be like if it were liberated and set free,
It would be like a storm, like a flood of life giving water. Inside she is sad Lisa, when she is free and out she is a wild Wolfe, and only then can the growth of the soul and the spirit happens, this brings about an interesting idea; that the Holy Ghost is not up there in the high spheres, but down below, in what was repressed. The Hindu believe that the female power which they call Shakti is at the base of the spine, coiled like a serpent, the male force is in the head, but it cannot operate for this could be done only if the female force will be released and go up and give it the power to spread its wings.
Without the female force the male power becomes intellectual, opinionated, based on knowledge without depth and intuition.
Gabriel