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

He grew with his angel, and suckled at her breast. Two worlds apart, unable to join them together.

She lives in a world only she understands. Her pain buried deep scars on her hands. Her wings clipped by others abuse . They serve no purpose no longer used. Her dreams to rise above it all. Instead she only continues to fall. The years of neglect have left her lost. She'll risk everything at all cost. She yearns for a heart mended not torn. She waits til the day she can be reborn.

He lured her there, Enticing her spirit. The dance had its own rhythm . Its movement followed the scent of animal instinct. The energy invoked was primitive. She had memorized the dance. This ancient ritual had its own language. It took on a force of its own. The urge possessed them both. The heat from the sun, she possessed. The moon he owned. When both their worlds merged, a new one was born.

From Journal Entry 8/8/02 My husband and I are in our Suburban. We're four-wheelin' in a canyon. The ride is smooth, the scenery beautiful. We're both engrossed in the scene and we don't notice the drop up ahead. It's too late and my husband jumps out. In slow motion, I prepare myself for the fall. I say, "Okay here we go God." As the vehicle slowly hits the canyon floor, I release my seat belt and fall to the ground about 50 ft. I think I have survived. I do not move. This dream felt so real that I didn't ignore it's warning. I kept the dream in the forefront on my mind. My husband and I got married on Christmas Eve in 2002. We decided to go to Vegas for our Honeymoon but not until April. We happened to be in Vegas Easter weekend. We left Vegas on Easter and headed back home. We had just acquired a 1987 Four Runner a week before our trip, and decided at the last minute to drive it. We were on the I-40 East and we were 3 hours from hom...

I long to be transformed spirit renewed A polarity of opposites battling it out inside of me My worst fears speak to me Their language sets my soul on fire Engulfed in flames my flesh falls away I am bones I am horrified The ringlets of stench rise in the air The pungent smell is repulsive to me It is more than I can bare My bones fall away to the earth I am spirit Still moving about No pain A butterfly perches on my bones Flapping vigorously its wings Inviting more to come I watch in wonderment as a colorful blanket covers what's left of me I think how beautiful the display I forget about my fear I am in complete awe I imagine my spirit being the butterfly My soul takes flight Wings of gold, red, yellow, and blue are my attire I leave behind what is left of me No sadness The sky calling me I fly towards the sun A renascence of knowing I am returning home

She lays there, Preserving the way of the living. Grief pounding at the door, She mourns no more.

My first inhale is of you. For a moment I am complete. My first exhale escapes me. I try to chase its essence. I fail to recognize- that where it all began, it all will end.

Astral projection is an out of body experience. This is a basic step by step guide to willfully dissociate consciousness from the physical body. There's a lot to gain from astral travel. The possibilities are limitless. The astral world is made up of thought forms of human desire and imagination. You want to have a clear space with no distractions. It also helps to be at your best physically. Being healthy aids in the flow of energy. The key to a successful journey is intention and relaxation. It will be more helpful to focus on where you are going. When targeting a person or place in ordinary reality focus and try to hold the image of the person or place you have in mind. When you are fully relaxed: 1. Visualize your second self 2. Notice details of yourself 3. Let your consciousness flow to your second self 4. Scan the place around you 5. Move about the room 6. Consider further explorations in your new vehicle. Move through your house, the neighborhood, or you may target ...

I watch the river as it flows by, branches glide on its surface. Stillness surrounds me- I am in my being. Observing, Witness to its movement. Direction, Coming and going. I am empty. No space to occupy my thoughts- I watch them pass by. I tend to no thing. I don't have to- My spirit requires nothing.