Madison Meadows Spiritual Blog: A Journey into Mysticism, Dreams, Twin Flames, & Healing

  Go as deep inside of me as you want Penetrate my core Explore  When you reach the Edge of me Know it's not Where I end But it is where I begin My mystery Is your doing  My history  Is you becoming Undone in me Where there is no you And there is no me There is only I We both like This intimate game Of hide and seek When you find me Then it is my turn To find you We invented the game And the world is our Playground And when we are bored With it or want to hide From the world  We know the secret Entrance to a secret  World that only lovers Know how to find Our mystery  Is the key to Understanding life's  Mysteries Oh if everyone just Gave up the silly games Of the world  And joined in with The lovers for a little Game of hide and seek This world would vanish Into nonexistent All beings would become Invisible cloaked in Joseph's coat Of many colors  The dead would rise out of their graves  And sing Hallelujah  Moses would come do...

  When Dementia Becomes a Spiritual Encounter From Journal Entry 8/2025 ​ I was sitting in my client's home, a space I’ve grown so familiar with through the quiet rhythms of caregiving. If you’ve ever cared for someone with dementia and aphasia, you know the specific kind of heartbreak that comes with it…the way words become "scrambled," or how a person’s thoughts seem to swim just out of their reach before they can find the surface. ​ But on this day, the experience shifted from the physical to the metaphysical. ​ Suddenly, I felt the unmistakable presence of a man in the room. He wasn't just a "feeling"…it was a weight, a personhood. He began to mumble, his speech broken and fragmented, echoing the exact same aphasia that my client struggles with every day. The entity seemed lost, caught in the same fog of confusion that has settled over my client’s life. ​ Then, he reached out and touched my arm. ​ In that moment, I didn't feel fear; I felt ...

  I had a dream that felt vast…cosmic, intimate, and charged with meaning. The sky was unlike anything I’ve ever seen in waking life. It was a deep black canvas, impossibly clear, scattered with twinkling lights. The stars weren’t still. They moved. Some streaked across the sky like shooting stars, while others shifted deliberately, forming symbols…almost like Chinese characters. Constellations that felt intentional, intelligent, and alive. Some of the stars even moved like UFOs, not chaotic, but purposeful. I remember pointing them out to the man I was with. He felt familiar, like someone I had known for a long time, though I couldn’t place him. There was comfort in his presence. Recognition. We hugged, and I felt genuinely happy to see him…as if we were reunited in the middle of something important. At some point, I was handed a garment. It was a gift. Bundled up. I don’t remember putting it on, only receiving it, as though it was meant for later. Others were around too, ...

  From Journal Entry 12/11/2025 I found myself back on the familiar street of my childhood home…the place where so many memories and unspoken curiosities still live in my body. There was a dirt road near that house, a little private lane marked with a clear sign: Do Not Enter. Growing up, I always wondered where that road led. I knew there were houses back there somewhere, but it felt off-limits, almost sacred in its mystery. My curiosity was strong, but my desire to follow the rules was stronger. I never once stepped down that road. But in the dream, something in me changed. This time, I went. I turned onto that dirt road and followed it, letting my curiosity guide me instead of fear or childhood conditioning. And what I found surprised me. The landscape opened up into the sweetest little country setting…two quaint cafes with people moving in and out, locals or maybe travelers, all enjoying themselves in this hidden pocket of the world. It felt warm, inviting, and alive....

  From Journal Entry 12/3/2025 I haven’t seen my twin flame since 2010. Fifteen years. Yet the dreamscape continues to be where our souls meet, communicate, and update each other beyond the restrictions of this physical world. My spiritual blog began as a dedication to him… so he always has a place to find me, to understand me, to keep up with my healing, even if he chooses the distance in waking life. It has now grown into something much larger. I reach thousands of souls every month from all over the world. Here's another dream that felt like another chapter in that story... I started on a stage…literally performing. Something work‑related, something public. I could sense eyes watching, but not in a critical way. More like witnessing. Noticing. Silent understanding. When I looked out, my twinflame was in the audience, and so was his wife. They weren’t front and center. They were settled into the crowd, watching quietly. Observing. There was no judgment. No pressure. Just pr...

From Journal Entry 11/21/2025   The dream began with me leaving a high school. My daughter had just graduated, and we walked out together into the open air before going our separate ways. She drifted in one direction while I went in another. It felt symbolic, as if a part of me was moving into its own independence, growing up and stepping into its next phase. I didn’t feel sad...just aware that I was walking my own path, separate from anyone else. The dream shifted, and suddenly I was inside an old tavern/general store, the kind that feels half like the Wild West and half like some timeless spiritual saloon.  There was a man standing near the center giving some kind of speech. His rhetoric felt inflated and empty to me...full of noise but no truth. Everyone else seemed hypnotized by him, hanging on his every word. Off to the side, a woman was singing. Her voice was beautiful, clear, emotional, true. But no one was paying attention to her. It bothered me deeply. I could...

  From Journal Entry11/12/2025 I was taking a nap, and somewhere in that in-between space—half asleep, half awake—I became aware that I was dreaming. I kept telling myself, Michelle, wake up. I remember shaking my head, trying to pull myself out of it, but the dream kept pulling me deeper. In the dream, I was walking around my house, aware that I was dreaming, and suddenly this wave of sadness came over me. I started to cry. I missed my kids when they were little. I could feel that ache deep in my heart—the kind that only a mother understands. It’s not just missing their small voices or their little hands reaching for mine, but missing that version of myself, too. The mother I was back then. The seasons we lived together. Then something extraordinary happened—I could hear myself singing somewhere else in the house. My voice sounded so beautiful, so peaceful. I thought, Wow, I actually sound good singing. And then I wondered—am I singing to myself? Or am I singing to my childr...

  From Journal Entry 8/20/2025   In the dream, I was in my home or what felt like my home. But it didn’t look exactly the same. The energy of the space was familiar, yet transformed, as if I had stepped into another version of reality. From the kitchen, I heard the warm hum of women’s voices, soft laughter, and conversation. When I walked in, I saw about thirty women gathered around the island. They were chatting, smiling, radiating light. The air felt charged with awareness and peace, almost like everyone there already knew why we had gathered. I became aware that I was dreaming. I was completely lucid. So I asked, “Who here knows that we’re lucid dreaming right now? That our human selves are asleep back on Earth in 3D, while we’re consciously meeting here?” Most of the women raised their hands. They all knew. That moment touched me deeply. I could feel this collective awareness. Like we were all participating in something bigger than just my own dream. It fel...