The Road to the Meadow of Awakening

There are paths that don’t exist on any map. They appear only when a person is ready to see them. One of these roads begins somewhere beyond the last house, past the gardens and quiet yards where grass no longer remembers the weight of human steps. It stretches through a green tunnel, like the forest’s own memory, calling to those who can hear without listening.

They say a Goat stands at its entrance. Not an ordinary one — but an ancient being, who knows the names of the winds and the taste of sunlight.

She is the guardian between dream and waking. Her horns are the branches of the World Tree, reaching both into the soil and into the sky. Her gaze asks a question: are you ready to walk where nothing can be hidden? If she lets you pass, the road begins to change.The light grows thicker, the air becomes quieter, and something long asleep begins to rise inside you. This is the path to the Meadow of Awakening — a place where everything alive remembers who it was before it became a human, a tree, or a word.

There, time does not move — it breathes. And everyone who comes there remembers their first silence. It is said that the Goat is an ancient symbol of life, fertility, feminine strength, and the light that breaks through chaos.

In Sumerian myths, she climbed the mountain to bring back fire to the gods. In Greek stories, she nursed Zeus and kept the sky alive. In our world, she remains at the threshold — between fear and revelation.

And so, at the entrance to the Meadow of Awakening, she stands not to guard, but to remind you: everything you seek is already waiting, just beyond this path. But you can only enter without weapons — and without your past.