The Good Shepherd 
​Goddess of borders, herds and sleep

Beneath her black hair intertwined with horns, the portrait of the Good Shepherd changes according to the reflection of the faces of those who believe in her. Her lower body is a dress of thistles, on which sheshepherds her flock with love, tenderness, compassion and generosity while she is deeply asleep. Only the soul can awaken her, and then the great old goat of the flock on her forehead will also be awakened. Together they are the gatekeepers, guardians of the soul, guardians of their young and old flock sisters of which one's life is composed of.

The good shepherd is brave and courageous. Her gaze freezes and neutralizes intruders and those who come to harm. Her cry is so loud that tectonic plates shake and crumble from the shock waves of her voice. She will vigorously protest against those who seek to belittle her, and will strongly resist relationships based on sacrificing, scapegoats or black sheeps. She is not aggressive, but will protect her body and soul boundaries with all her strength and will repel any intruder who comes to harm. For her, the decrees of fate are not obstacles, but rather conditions for change and creativity.
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For thousands of years, shepherds and fake heroes took possession of the souls, locked the goats in barns and slaughtered the kid goats as offerings to God. There was no one to wake the Good Shepherd from her deep sleep. Slowly, at the end of the second millennium, brave souls began to escape and succeeded in awakening the Good Shepherd. Her deep and long sleep gave her new strength. No shepherd or fake hero can harm her again!​