Come To The Meadow
As I sit here with you, under the soft glow of this evening light, I want to tell you about a place that’s more than just a patch of earth—it’s a haven woven into the fabric of my soul. The meadow. Oh, how I wish I could take your hand and lead you there right now, but since words are all we have in this moment, let me paint it for you with them. I’ll speak from my heart, as if we’re walking side by side, and explain what the meadow is, what it looks like, feels like, and most importantly, what it represents. It’s not just a location; it’s a state of being, a sanctuary where beauty reigns supreme and harm is but a forgotten whisper.
Close your eyes and listen as I take you there.
Let me start by describing the meadow itself, so you can see it in your mind’s eye as clearly as I do. Imagine a vast expanse of rolling green, stretching out like an emerald blanket under an endless sky. The grass isn’t the uniform, manicured kind you find in city parks—it’s wild and free, a tapestry of tall blades swaying gently in the breeze, interspersed with wildflowers that burst forth in every color imaginable. Daisies with their sunny yellow centers and white petals that look like they’re smiling up at the sun; poppies in fiery reds and oranges, nodding as if in agreement with the wind; lavender stalks releasing their soothing scent with every brush of air. The air itself is alive, crisp and clean, carrying the faint aroma of earth after a light rain, mixed with the sweetness of blooming honeysuckle that climbs along the edges where the meadow meets a distant line of ancient oaks.
In the center, there’s a gentle hill, not too steep, just enough to give you a vantage point when you climb it. From there, you can see the meadow unfolding in all directions—no fences, no roads, no signs of human intrusion. A crystal-clear stream winds through one side, its waters babbling softly over smooth pebbles, inviting you to dip your toes in and feel the cool refreshment. Butterflies dance from flower to flower, their wings a kaleidoscope of blues and yellows, while bees hum a lazy tune, too content to bother with anything but their nectar gathering. Birds flit overhead—robins, finches, maybe a lark whose song pierces the air with pure joy. And the light… oh, the light in the meadow is something magical. Whether it’s the golden hues of dawn painting everything in warmth, the bright midday sun making colors pop vividly, or the soft, rosy twilight that turns the whole scene into a dreamscape, it’s always perfect, always inviting.
But the meadow isn’t just about what you see; it’s about what you feel. When I step into it, a profound sense of peace washes over me. My shoulders relax, my breath deepens, and any concerns I carried from the outside world simply dissolve like mist in the morning sun. There’s no rush here—no clocks ticking, no deadlines looming. Time stretches out lazily, allowing you to lie back in the grass, feel its soft cushion beneath you, and watch clouds drift by, shaping themselves into whatever your imagination desires. The ground is warm from the sun, yet cool enough to soothe, and as you press your palms into the earth, you feel connected, grounded, as if the meadow is holding you in a gentle embrace.
Now, you might be wondering, why do I call it a sanctuary? Why insist that it’s a place where you will meet no harm, where nothing can hurt you? Let me explain that, because this is where the meadow transcends the physical and becomes something deeper, something symbolic. In my life, the meadow represents escape—a refuge from the chaos and cruelty that the world sometimes throws at us. Think about it: out there, beyond its borders, life can be a storm of conflicts, disappointments, and pains. People hurt each other with words sharper than knives, ambitions clash like thunder, and uncertainties loom like dark clouds. But in the meadow, none of that exists. It’s a boundary I’ve created in my mind, a mental fortress where vulnerability is strength, not weakness.
I first created the meadow during a time when the world was crumbling, it was able and rent apart by discord. Yes, I created it, forged a place of serenity. And there it was: the meadow. I walked into it, felt the grass under my bare feet. No judgments, no expectations, no threats. It represented purity, an untainted space where my true self could emerge without fear of rejection or harm.
The meadow encapsulates inner peace, the kind that’s hard-won but eternally rewarding. It’s like the eye of a hurricane—calm amidst turmoil. In the meadow, harm doesn’t exist because I’ve decreed it so. There are no predators lurking in the shadows, no poisonous plants hidden among the flowers, no sudden storms to drench and chill you. Even the animals are gentle companions—the deer that graze at the edges are curious but never aggressive, the rabbits that hop by are playful shadows. It’s a world governed by harmony, where every element coexists in perfect balance.
The meadow is a reminder of childhood innocence, those carefree days when the biggest worry was whether the sun would set before you finished exploring. Remember when you were a kid, lying in a field, making shapes out of clouds, feeling invincible? That’s the essence the meadow captures. It represents healing, too—a place to mend emotional wounds. If you’ve had a rough day, argued with a loved one, or faced a setback, you can retreat to the meadow and sit by the stream, let the water’s flow carry away your troubles, and emerge renewed. It’s therapeutic, like a natural therapy session without the couch or the hourly rate.
But it’s not just for solitude; the meadow represents connection as well. I will allow you to invite others in, like I’m inviting you now. Imagine us there together—you and I, strolling through the wildflowers, sharing stories without the weight of the world pressing down. No topics are off-limits, but none are forced. Laughter echoes freely, and silences are comfortable, not awkward. It symbolizes trust, the kind where you know, deep down, that nothing said or done will lead to harm. In a world full of betrayals and misunderstandings, the meadow is a promise: here, you are safe. Your vulnerabilities are sacred, your joys amplified.
The meadow represents harmony, a nod to nature’s inherent beauty and our place within it. I look at those who’ve felt disconnected from the earth—bogged down by urban sprawl and digital screens—I describe how the meadow reminds you of your roots. It’s a call to sustainability, to appreciate the delicate balance of ecosystems. The flowers bloom because the soil is rich, the stream flows because rains come gently, not in floods. It teaches patience and respect, showing that beauty thrives when we don’t interfere destructively.
On a spiritual level, if that’s something that resonates with you, the meadow represents transcendence. It’s a gateway to something greater than yourself—a divine sanctuary where the soul can commune with the universe.You will feel moments there that border on the mystical: the way sunlight filters through leaves, creating dappled patterns that dance like spirits; the profound quiet that allows inner voices to speak clearly. It symbolizes hope, renewal, the cycle of life where even after winter’s barrenness, spring brings rebirth. No matter how dark things get outside, the meadow assures you that beauty persists, safety is attainable.
If you have suffered profound loss you can flee to the meadow. You can lie on that hill, staring at the sky, tears streaming down your face, yet as the sun warmed you, and the wind whispered comforts, the pain won´t vanish, but it will transform . It becomes part of the landscape, a shadowed valley that the light eventually touched. The meadow represented resilience that day, so you know that harm may visit your life but it doesn’t have to define it. You can create spaces where healing begins.
As I explain this to you, I know you’re starting to feel it—the pull of the meadow. Do you see the green grass, can you smell it? The key is the intention: a place of beauty, untouchable by harm. It represents empowerment, the power you have to shape your inner world.
It represents balance, urging me not to let the outside world’s noise drown out your inner calm. When stress builds, pause, breathe, and enter the meadow. It is a sanctuary in the truest sense.
I know you can feel its effects upon you. You can see it, feel the warmth of the sun, smell the flowers and the grass, hear the birdsong and the buzzing of insects, the gurgling of the stream and most of all you can feel the serenity of this sanctuary wrapping around you, can´t you?
Hush, do not speak, just nod and tell me you have entered my world.
My creation.
My artifice.
My control.
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Hello HG:
It’s almost Halloween so let me share some true recent stories. An ex I was friends with that was married for 20+ years said I was a “ must” to attend the funeral. Last week. He was 64 and left three boys ages 19, 18 and 16. He died on exactly the day his father died at exactly the age of 64 of an heart attack just like his dad and when his wife went to call our minister. He died that same day too although in his 80s and retired. Coincidence you would say. Three days ago I had one of my dreams, my dead father called me that the children’s book series I am doing would not get a deal but my friend Jennifer would, then her dead father walked by with a bottle of champagne saying I am going to celebrate with my daughter, there was a party for her, I had a bit of sleep paralysis which is common for lucid dreamers like me and I groggilycalled her half asleep when I awoke to tell her. I told her to let me tell her my dream before I forget and it had an acronym to tell her. Guess what? She told me that she had not been a writer for 25 years as a professor of marketing but she broke her wrist and was in terrible pain and started a children’s book. The acronym sounded like Hackette who she called and it was interested. She had “chills. “From my out of the blue call. This was last week. I know… coincidence. I am someone with a lifetime of coincidence ….i hear screaming in a dream. Call the person, their father died. Coincidence. I see the time of death on clocks of a murdered friend, the LA coroner announces it, I share the dream with the family showing the same time of death. Coincidence. I dream of old fat Marlon Brando and a romance, my child is born 7 weeks premature on his birthday. Coincidence. I dream of my dead friend who falls on her knees in my dream in front of a truck, look up her boyfriend, he died by suicide that week. Coincidence. I could go in…. I dreamed of a car accident. Wheels. My best friend had the same dream and her assistant died that night. Coincidence. I see and sometimes see my dead loved ones in my dream and where they are. No one wants back here. I don’t know WHY the dreams never ends since childhood to now and? But it’s not normal HG. Too many coincidences. Either I have a super weird subconscious that is beyond normal sensitivity or………. so give us a really spooky Halloween story, beyond coincidence. And fellow contagions, it’s not a coincidence. But why….. no clue. Wish I knew. HG you are my Halloween treat
Thanks for sharing Contagious!
Mr. Tudor–
There’s something very interesting about the refuge being a meadow…when you’ve so often compared the narcissist to a shark and the empath to a horse or deer. I don’t know quite what to make of this one. It’s very beautiful and very different. My question is…
Where are the banksia and Scarborough lilies? I think it’s just a matter of time before they replace the poppies and daisies. I certainly smell eucalyptus.
Do you write and release articles in quick succession, or do you write and wait until the conditions seem right?
Thank you so much for your time, sir. Much appreciated.
Dani,
“Do you write and release articles in quick succession, or do you write and wait until the conditions seem right?”
I am guessing the latter. I think HG is always writing, and has quite a bit of work up his sleeve…just waiting for the right moment…
What a beautiful big fat lie.
Lol AV!
The Truth, Half Truth, Nowhere Near the Truth
I vote nowhere near the truth!
Exactly.
thank you for sharing this meadow.
I couldd see and feel myself there.
It gave me a feeling of peace.
This was beautiful HG, at one time I might have fallen for this type of story from someone hook line and sinker, no more! The whole time I was reading it I kept thinking this is HG an absolutely beautiful and creative writer who can turn words into magic and make you believe everything that he writes is from the emotion that he carries with him and tries to hide fooling us all. Now however I know there is no emotion at all, this is a narcissistic psycho path who has studied us all since childhood and knows exactly what to say and do to suck us in and control us. No offense Sir, you are just an excellent teacher and I thank you for that. Xxx
There is no offence in what you have written. You used logic and you got that from me.
Indeed I did Sir. Xxx
Hi FM1T,
“…. this is a narcissistic psycho path who has studied us all since childhood and knows exactly what to say and do to suck us in and control us.”
I’m so glad you wrote this comment! I was thinking the exact same thing but I was too afraid to say something. Sometimes I’m a scaredy cat, lol!
Mr. Tudor really has taught us better than to fall for this.
Hi Leigh,
I understand you being skeptical about writing what I did but one thing I have learned over the years is HG does not get angry with us for applying what he has taught us. Over the years I have been questioned on HG being my hero and also being a good man, those are two of three things that will never change.
He will always be my hero ( he literally saved my life )
He will always be a good man to me. At one time I swore it would be a cold day in hell before I would think of him as being a bad man, HG promised to always keep the minions working shoveling the coal!
I will always love him to pieces not for just being a great teacher but for not giving up on me when so many others in my past did.
Leigh don’t ever be afraid to use your logic even when it comes to HG, he won’t be angry, in fact you will be giving him a little bit of fuel proving that he is so great he can teach an empath to be logical. Have a good day Leigh! 😊
Hi FM1T!
I do know that Mr. Tudor doesn’t get angry with us for using logic but sometimes I still overthink and that bites me in the ass every time.
Thank you for the reassurance. I appreciate it!
Hi Leigh,
Over thinking is something I’m an expert at!
Have a good day!!
I think he’ll be pleased we’re not falling for it. 🤔
You are good. I almost forgot all the other stuff. This doesn’t sound like you.
There is no me, only that which I desire to show you.
Okay 😔
If what you show a person is consistently the same over a long period of time, that is effectively who you are. Naturally it is not all you are or ever could be.
If you rescue spotted three-legged puppies for twenty years because that is what you want to show at the time, you are a rescuer of spotted three-legged puppies. And if you stop rescuing them after the twenty years are up, you will still be a rescuer of spotted three-legged puppies, just a retired one.
Haha, I like that Anna.
This piece made me want to crawl into you lap, rest my head on your chest and listen to you read aloud. It’s kinda scary how someone so dangerous can make someone feel so safe. This was an important lesson. It shows how susceptible I still am to such overtures.
You are learning, which is important.
Question: Who are you?
Answer: No One.
No, the point is you have a concept of “me” when it comes to the narcissist but it’s incorrect as you are simply shown that which needs to be shown, it is fluid, flexible, shifting ; not the “me” you believe.
That could be said for all of us. Not just the narcissist. No one should be “defined.”
I’ve had plenty of narcissists try to tell me who I am as well. And it’s utter nonsense.
HG- I see what you meant by this now after watching your recent Taylor Swift video about narcissists taking on different personas.
Who is it then who desires to show us these things?
A force.
The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant compared to the power of the force (of the Ultra securing his legacy).
I couldn’t resist adapting a quote.
Pleasure to meet you!
That reminds me, I watched 5(!) Start Wars movies two weeks ago with a couple of my grandsons. The movies were, for the first time for me, awesome!!!! I actually am looking forward to watching the rest with them!
AV,
“That reminds me, I watched 5(!) Start Wars movies two weeks ago with a couple of my grandsons. The movies were, for the first time for me, awesome!!!! I actually am looking forward to watching the rest with them!”
Similarly, I recently got my son interested in the Star Wars saga – I have seen most of them, but it was quite enjoyable watching the films with him, through his eyes.
He was never that interested in Star Wars when he was younger, but I recently made him start watching in chronological order (chronological in the Star Wars universe) and the characters’ back stories got him hooked.
Haha, Star Wars, not Start Wars! 😳
Hear, hear!
WC,
The reason it was important, to me, for me to make my comment was that previously I’d written, a couple years ago, that I did not enjoy the Star Wars movies at all. I’d watched them with my son, who was never really into them himself, so they were not like a story, more like a bunch of weird creatures and then I’d fall asleep. My brother had loved them as a young man but again, maybe just not my genre at that time? But with my grandsons, they explained things and made it all come to life in a new way, it was like watching a whole different set of movies altogether. There are even subtleties and nuances in there that I’d never realized, really well done. I’m glad you and your son are enjoying them together!
Hi AV, it is rather heartening to read that you are now enjoying the Star Wars films as you are also hearing your grandsons’ perceptions of the films. I never tire of seeing repeats on the tv, and, always recall the time when I saw the original films for the first time.
Thanks Asp Amp!
Hope you are doing well.
Thank you, AV.
AV,
“But with my grandsons, they explained things and made it all come to life in a new way, it was like watching a whole different set of movies altogether.”
That’s wonderful to hear – and just goes to show the enduring appeal of SW to different generations.
“the pain won´t vanish, but it will transform”. Indeed. Kafkaesque, springs to my mind.
HG’s video, ‘Inside The Mind of The Narcissistic Psychopath’ also came to my mind as I read through this article. Those kind of images were more or less my kind of escape when I was younger, yet, it was still one of the ‘ribbons’ of connections to my father. Those kind of images were also fascinating to me, different from the world that I lived in at that time. They still interest me today.
Being at my grandmother’s house was also a ‘sanctuary’ for me. She was the carer, nurturer, the ‘unconditional’ person in my life. She accepted me as I was (back then, and, I believe, now, if she was still around).
With my dog, she was also a ‘sanctuary’ when I had her. When she died, the pain was immense. More than any ‘pain’ I endured* in my life. When I look at a photograph of her today, the pain is so little in comparison, it’s still there, yet I permit the good memories to come to the fore, instead of pushing the sad emotions back. * the pain that I experienced when my father / grandmother died was different, yet, still painful.
The above 3 major ‘losses’ in my life.
‘Home’.
‘Vanished’.
Leaving a huge ‘hole’ of pain.
This article also recalled me to HG’s articles, ‘Let Me Take You On A Trip’ and ‘My Secret Garden’, especially when I read “My Control”.
However, thinking about it, our minds are ours to think however we like. No-one else, apart from ourselves, should be given the ‘control’ to create our own artifices within our own minds.
Again, another excellent piece of writing, HG. Plenty of speeding brain neurons and plenty of ‘tugs’ at my emotions. Thank you, for your work. How liberating.
Beautifully written Asp:
I wonder as we write now about meadows and dick pics the theme of presentation and reality.
I wish to share that I struggle with my view of appearance and always have. My mother drilled into me that it was not looks but what you accomplished. She would say “ the boys will follow your interests” . If you got into a car accident and lost your looks, who would you be? My mother admitted she was boy crazy when young, married at 17 and just wanted her daughters to have a career. All of her children were taught two degrees was what was needed in this world. My mom went back to school at 38 and got her first job at 40! She graduated top of her class and went on to a CPA and stock brokers license and was the personal lender to many CEOs. A big success.
But on the flip side, I often need a man to tell me I am attractive. If one does, and I am with him, who cares about the others. I don’t look in the mirror and feel beautiful. I see nothing but imperfections. I was borderline anoreic in my youth. 99 pound at 20 and 5’ 4”. The funny thing is every time I meet a man even a handsome man, I am surprised. Why me? Low self esteem? But not about my capabilities. I feel very confident in my skills. Did my mother help create that? Or do many women struggle about appearance versus ability especially as they age?
About the meadow…. One thing my narc ex did is make me feel desirable. Sex was off the charts and he never wavered in his desire for me. But when when we fought his go to was your ugly, old fat, hitting my inner insecurities. Then when we made up he would say “ I never meant that, look at all the sex, if I meant that why would I want you so much?”
Yet…. I must confess only a man makes me feel attractive. Without, I feel dry utilitarian. Not bad it nots desiredperson.
It’s weird but I guess many women struggle with this…
Oooh, Contagious…. mention the dic pics !
Interesting about your perceived perceptions of how you saw / see yourself, partly due to conditioning? You may have worded it (self-esteem), to a degree, correctly. Skills wise, not all people may feel confident, again, due to conditioning?
Good riddance to ex (narc). You are not the only person to receive as such ‘put-downs’ (degrading manipulations, assertions of control, fuel “gathering”).
Men too, can also experience what you have described ie lo self-esteem etc. Non-narcissists, of course.
Good to read what you have to say, thank you for sharing as such. 🙂
Hi Asp Amp and Contagious, thanks for this exchange and I identify with a lot of what you both wrote. I think a few years ago in my late forties I realised finally objectively I’m ok looking or maybe even attractive 🫣(still feels weird and narcissistic saying that lol) and I literally couldn’t see it till then .. it felt like body dysmorphia but i can see also how it negatively affected my previous relationships. I’d think I wasn’t “good enough” and all that stuff.
Weirdly I’m now going grey and obviously getting older but beginning to feel more comfortable with how I look regardless. I think empaths doubt themselves in this area too and then the Ns know which buttons to push. I do try and work on my relationship with myself so that I’m feeling good about myself regardless of external opinions. Not always easy tho, I agree. 😅
Hi Jade, I think it also depends on the schools / cadres of empaths in relation to what you say in your comment. HG’s Quick Calm series has one referring to ‘not good enough’ – very useful. And empowering.
Ps I also look back on ex’s who I thought I wasn’t “good enough” for and can laugh now, especially with HGs education. And beauty is also an inward reflection too isn’t it? And also in the eye of the beholder. 🤔 I see it too when other empaths share here, amazing people but a complete “cult” lol has convinced them of the opposite! Grr. Projection much… 🧐 Hehe.
Almost. Ya Almost got me.