I know nowadays we’re all swarmed by all of those Disney movies, all of those fairytales you have to spend your money on for young daughters, sisters, relatives and so on. All girls want to be a princess. All of them want to find a beautiful Prince with a magical Kingdom and eternal love, from such a young age it makes you wonder if those girls really understand what it means to get married. They just have it in them, the feeling for the right one, for being a chosen girl. They aspire for it before any chances of feminism entering their pure minds. Ever wonder why?
Most people out there dress their girls in long, detailed dresses, they comb their hairs and make it in various styles, but the reason why is absolutely never ever mentioned. The whole reason why we prepare our girls for beauty and marriage, why they debut in society. According to modern day society, it’s because men have been oppressing women’s real desires and future, where they could be powerful and commanding. If it really were so, I wonder why we have the instinct of becoming princesses. I remember putting on dresses and trying to look the most beautiful I could as a clumsy child and I was marveled by the whole concept when my mother told me what a princess meant. From then on, all I could ever think of was becoming a princess. I drew my perfect prince, I drew dresses and even castles, before actually seeing any movies or cartoons that pictured them. All I had as a child was my mother’s voice guiding me through with her stories and some small drawings in the background of the small books we had.
Where does this come from? The feeling that he, your prince, is coming to get you? The feeling you must become a princess and to get there you must first be the best. Beauty, intelligence, delicacy, handcrafting, good heart and motherhood (playing with baby dolls since we are babies ourselves) are all basic requirements we search to improve from our early years. We only ever lose it because society itself makes us. You first go to kindergarten and are treated the same as every boy. Then you progress in life and you are taught that there is no such things as being a princess, everyone has an equal role and perfection is just a far ideal that doesn’t exist and even if it did it wouldn’t be achievable.
You are now peeled from your chances of being feminine, since it lost its space to compete with man in “equality”, of your hopes of finding true love because it now seems as an “abstract concept out of reality”, of your dream of becoming a princess, since it is something that puts women down and of your efforts of becoming better, since perfection doesn’t exist. Now you don’t work in order to get better anymore, you become used to yourself and your flaws, never pointing them out and never moving on, for we now have lost one of the most important concepts of the ancient world: Everything in your life is directly and entirely your fault. This is bad, this is really bad news for us.
Take the example of Hercules. He was tricked with Hera’s magic to murder his own family. Most of us would think “Oh, but it was not his fault, why would he have to be punished?”. Even though, he went through all of the worst the human mind could think of to get his punishment and purification. The action on his hands were only his. There is no such thing as “society made him/her do it”, “society made him/her weak”. YOU are weak and YOU make your mistakes on your own account. This is only a parenthesis I added so we could move on with the main subject. We can’t go on discussing if we outright assume women as victims. There is no victim. The world is an eternal cycle of taking and being taken. Of course, it wasn’t that dark for women, once they were really protected by their man. I will not linger in this because there are many articles that can be found on the real role of women in the ancient world.
To understand better how we are attracted to those fairytales from such an early age and just so you get a picture of how embed it actually is inside us, girls, I will give you one good example: The beauty and the Beast. It’s by far one of my favorite stories ever. The story is about a girl who has a poor father and one day she goes to a castle only to find a bear-like creature (note that this is very important). She gets trapped with him, against her will at first, but gradually learns to love him and finds out he was a handsome man who only needed love to be released from a horrible curse cast upon him by a witch. He is actually a prince.
This story comes from two other stories that are very similar to each other. One is Valemon, the White Bear King and the other is East of the Sun West of the Moon. I have already mentioned Valemon in here before, because one of Th. Kittelsen’s work is about that tale.
White Bear King Valemon
East of The Sun West of the Moon is about a girl from a poor household. One day, a White Bear goes to her door and tells her father if he can marry his most beautiful daughter, he’ll make him as rich as rich gets. She instantly refuses marrying an unknown beast, but her father gets to convince her and so she leaves with the bear.
Rest of the story goes pretty much like Beauty and the Beast in the sense that she gradually falls in love with him. In their story, though, she is not to see his face (he assumes a man form every night to lay with her) but her mother makes her see him. He then has to leave to his stepmother’s castle which is East of the Sun and West of the Moon and marry a troll princess there. She searches for this castle high and low, until she finds him and they find a way to trick the trolls and stay together, freeing him from the curse.
East of The Sun West of The Moon by Kay Nielsen
(This also reminds me of the whole concept of love they had which transcends their own bodies, as the story of Aengus, but this is for another time.)
You don’t have to be a genius to connect all of this to the Bear Cult. Not only do we have the Bear Cult involved in a warrior’s strength (Berserk), the whole reborn of children and a vast extent of mythology all around Europe, but also in a girls development in original Europe. The image of the man-beast is related to the bear. He is only able to be with her once he passes through that phase. Both of them have tasks and are being tested. If they fail, he can’t become a man and she can’t become a princess.
This was not something we have to be taught to like. We are only told those stories. Whether we like them or not it’s up to us. If you come to think of it, why would girls love a story that talks about a man-beast, a bear, if it was not embed to them? Those all may have been ripped off of us throughout the ages, but we still instinctively love those stories. We tell them to our children, we like them ourselves as children. We watch the movies, we use the dresses, we are always practicing an ancestral cult and we’re not even aware of it. We may have the mainstream knowledge of Samhain, Yule, Lvpercalia and so on, but are we seriously aware of how many small details pass us by? Of course, you can say those stories were collected by the 1800’s, but for how long have they been told from mother to daughter before that? As far as we’re concerned, the Bear Cult comes from Neanderthals.
Do you get what it actually means? It’s as awesome as meaning that Neanderthal culture lives up to this day. It may have been stepped upon by ages and envious aliens to the European culture, but it never ceased inside us. We never really left our roots. It just depends on people going out and telling the truth. Every time you see your daughter saying she is a “princess”, she actually is and you should let her be! All girls have equal chances to be the chosen princess if they are taught to always seek for the best of themselves. We should be taught graces and not shame. You are only to me ashamed of who you are if you do not seek out for the best of it. This is what kills us little by little. This is what takes the Golden Light away from us, each and every time womanhood is despised.
What liberty have we got now? The liberty of being told what we have to be and think? The liberty of not being able to find our paths and being takes one by one into the Misery Inc. society is now? I would rather a thousand times being a princess in the woods. At least she had a use before, and it was to save her prince as much as he saved her. He would be forever trapped in that form with the troll had she not had the strength to fight for them. Was it their fault? It wasn’t. Does someone care about injustice? No. They just got up and fought. That’s all you can do against this world. If one does not want to fight, let them perish. This is the ultimatum of nature, of life itself.
“We are as linked to the soil as the soil is linked to our souls. We run and fight, but the wave brings our ships back home.”