Heru: It was, and the help was not able to come through.
Elora: So we went out. We suffered, we died, we have been ringed about with enemies all around. But no help arrived. We sent telegrams, we sent messages, we cried out for help. But no help came. Not until now. But by now, as a force we are in rags and tatters and a lot of us didn't even make it to this point.
Heru:This is true.
Elora: The sense of abandonment that I feel around this is so profound that it feels as if every cell in my body could weep for a thousand years.
In any case , to conclude this tirade of emotion, I return to the metaphor of the woman who gets raped. The Husband finally acts, the perpetrator is carried off to jail, and the woman is healed of her physical wounds. But what about her emotional scars? She still carries, imbedded in her soul substance, not one trauma but two. First, the trauma of the rape, and secondly, the trauma of the fact that her Husband allowed it to happen, for a long stretch of time that, for her, was an eternity of horror.