MADISON MEADOWS: A Spiritual Journey into Mysticism, Dreams, Twin Flames, & Soulful Healing

Love is patient, is kind.  It does not envy others or brag of itself.  It is not swollen with self.  It is not wayward or grasping.  It does not flare with anger, nor harbor a grudge.  It takes no joy in evil, but delights in truth.  It keeps all confidences, all trust, all hope, all endurance.  Love will never go out of existence.  Prophecy will fail in time, languages too, and knowledge as well.  For we know things only partially, or prophesy partially, and when the totality is known, the parts will vanish.  It is like what I spoke as a child- which, now I am grown up, I put aside.  In the same way we see things in a murky reflection now, but shall see them full face when what I have known in part I shall know fully, just as I am known.  For the present, then, three things matter- believing, hoping, and loving.  But supreme is loving.        (1Cor 13. 1-13)

"Give up the known, give up your life for the mystery of Love's eternal wine." "But before I die," I said, "I would like to know you." "Once you know me there will be no more dying." Reference~ Rumi

the heart is a candle waiting to be lit and illuminated because of separation from the beloved it feels ripped and torn and needs to be sewn back together if you don't know how to make the heart burn listen to this: love is something to encounter not to learn Reference~ Rumi

From Journal Entry 12/6/2013 The Beloved cried tears of sorrow. And the Beloved cried tears of joy. And the Beloved cried tears of joy for her sorrow. And the Beloved cried tears of sorrow for her joy. And like a bird perched on the Lover's shoulder, the Beloved perceived the Lover's heart through the eyes of her Lover.

when your absent life bends to madness everyone around me is completely unaware of the silent scream within me trying to purge itself out of it's confinement if there was such a doorway to enter my body all those people who entered would be deafened by the scream  

You cause me such heart ache and grief.  Are these not signs of a troubled lover?  My head spins with a thousand thoughts of you.  All this spinning has driven me mad.  Knowing that my condition is fatal- I completely lost my mind, so I could be admitted into Love's asylum.

the pitch darkness I was unable to escape from it stretched it's arms out into infinity my moans and groans I thought only the moon could hear then in the darkness I saw your campsite it was the only fire I have ever seen in the blackness when I drew myself near your flame you engulfed me and I have never been frightened of the darkness since

Beyond your beautiful face I am incapable of ever knowing you.  You continually shock me in ways that I can not describe; things I have never dreamt of or felt.  I'm not satisfied by the mundane in life.  How can I be satisfied when you have shown me things that I never knew existed?  Show me yet another unknowable thing, that I may at my best put to words.

69.  The paths of love are both long and short.  For Love is clear, pure and bright, subtle yet simple, strong, diligent, brilliant, and abounding both in fresh thoughts and in old memories. 75.  They asked the Fool: 'Where did thy love have its birth: in the secrets of the Beloved, or in the revelation of them?'  He replied: 'Love in its fullness makes no such distinction as this; for secretly the Lover hides the secrets of his Beloved; secretly also he reveals them, and yet when they are revealed he keeps them secret still.' 76.  The secrets of love, unrevealed, cause anguish and grief; revelation of love brings fervor and fear.  And for this cause The Lover must ever be suffering. 86.  The Lover was sorrowful, and wearied with overmuch thought.  And therefore he begged his Beloved to send him a book, in which he might thereby be relieved.  So the Beloved sent that book to the Lover, and his trials and griefs were doubled. 93....

44.  There are two fires that warm the love of a true Lover: one is of pleasures, desires and thoughts: the other is of weeping and crying, of fear and grief. 45.  The Lover longed for solitude, and went away to live alone, that he might gain the companionship of his Beloved, for amid many people he was lonely. 49.  Whether Lover and Beloved are near or far is all one; for their love mingles as water mingles with wine.  They are linked as heat with light; they approach and are united as Essence and Being. 56.  The heart of the Lover soared to the heights of the Beloved's abode, so that he might not lose his love for Him in the deep places of this world.  And when he reached his Beloved he contemplated Him with joy and delight.  But the Beloved led him down again to this world to make trial of him with tribulations and adversities. 62.  'Say, Fool of Love, if thy Beloved no longer cared for thee, what wouldst thou do?'  'I should...

17.  There was a contention between the eyes and the memory of the Lover, for the eyes said that it was better to see the Beloved than to remember Him.  But Memory said that remembrance brings tears to the eyes, and makes the heart to burn with love. 18.  The Lover asked the Understanding and the Will which of them was the nearer to his Beloved.  And the two ran, and the Understanding came nearer to the Beloved than did the Will. 20.  Sighs and Tears came to be judged by the Beloved, and asked Him which of them loved Him the more deeply.  And the Beloved gave judgment that sighs were nearer to the seat of love, and tears to the eyes. 22.  The Lover fell sick and thought on the Beloved, who fed him on His merits, quenched his thirst with love, made him to rest in patience, clothed him with humility, and as medicine gave him truth. 27.  The Lover was wearied, for he had labored much in seeking for his Beloved; and he feared lest he should f...

The article “A Case Against Hell” reveals that the entire concept of Hell is absent from the Old Testament.   The Hebrew word that is translated as “Hell” in most Bibles today is sheol, which means “grave.”   The word sheol appears only thirty-one times in the entire Old Testament.   Sheol, the grave, is where everyone must go regardless of how they lived their lives.   God doesn’t warn Adam and Eve about there being a Hell if they eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil- only that this action would cause death.   Cain is not warned about Hell.   Nor are the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah .   Moses does not warn of there being a Hell in the Ten Commandments- or in more than 600 warnings, laws, and ordinances in the Mosaic Law. In the New Testament, Jesus occasionally used the Greek word Gehenna to describe what will happen to us if we engage in negative, self-serving behaviors.   The same word root for Gehenna is not translated as “Hel...

With the goal in sight, the Pilgrim is set on the Way.  What good or bad comes along his journey, he does not heed or deter from danger.  His fidelity is to the Beloved.  Love's audacity cares nothing about jealousy or pride. The Pilgrim conquers his fears and does not stray from the Way.  For if he does, famine will take root in his soul and death will follow.  It is wise to leave a Pilgrim to his Way, so his heart doesn't harden and you become the enemy.

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That conch shell you crawled into on land, then grew so large in there, you got stuck- I am going to help get you out.  It is just a matter now of whether I should use my hammer, or chant some magic words that could knock twenty pounds off your ego and/or waistline.  Then you could just slip back into God without a lot of hoopla and sweat on both our parts. Sorry though.  I don't think there is any special tonic, or voodoo, to remedy a plight quite like yours. So brace yourself sweetheart. Here I come! Reference~ Rumi

If I was skilled in bartering, I would recognize a flawless diamond from other diamonds. What is the price of bartering your being ?  And how could I ever justify bartering to keep you?  I could not do such a thing!  I had to completely abandon you to have any guarantees of having your most valuable possession.  You sacrificed yourself so I could claim it.

People are often offended by the knowledge they need most.  We resist our deepest education... While we seek agreement, protection, and security, our best path may be towards discomfort. Reference~ Not in His Image, John Lash

How is all of your substance to be absorbed into my being without your absence?  Your absence birthed my being .  Love must bend to the greater need. If I held you near me at all times, how could I disappear into you?  Ordinary men reject to this kind of pain.  You are not an ordinary man.  Meeting your greater need requires separation.

Beloved, When have you ever displayed your vulnerability towards me?  Such a gesture would sway my heart and put an end to my self destructive habits.  One-third of your self you have revealed to me.  The rest of you lies in your weaknesses you keep hidden. You remain impassive even as I endure the insults of others.  Many voyages I would take to you to fulfill your need.  Yet my need remains ignored.  Are you the same one who was cooked in union, and now stands outside the door waiting to come in?  To hell with your reputation and what others think of you!  We are indifferent with each other. I am always willing to submit to your every command.  I have opened the door to your cage and you behave like a prudent bird unwilling to abandon it.  Your insensitivity towards me only makes me wish I could vanish from this world.  Then there would be no trace of me and it would leave you to wonder whether I was killed by my ene...

Wisdom came to seduce a man's spirit, to win his heart through her mystery.  She spoke to his heart with her heart.  Man was drawn to her mysteries. The unknown qualities of love draws a man's spirit upwards.  These are the hidden aspects of divine love. The whore seduced the man and shared his bed.  She sentenced herself and him to a lifetime of death.  The sexual appetite was animalistic; therefore of the flesh and not divine.  The whore keeps a man bound to the flesh.  He continues to fall into the world of the gods, missing the mark by his untamed animalistic desires. Wisdom came to seduce a man's spirit, so as to free him from the chains of death and rebirth.  Only Wisdom offers release from the flesh.  She only demands that you sacrifice your heart.  

When my mood changed the delicacy of my love packed her bag.  She said, "He will only pluck out my feathers and I will have no beauty!" The compassion of my love boasted, "I will leave and he will then desire me!" The patience of my love ridiculed and scolded, "I am running out of time, for as I wait I am only growing old!" All this griping and complaining is unproductive.  When my mood quiets down she'll whisper, "There is no greater pleasure than the wound of love." A heart never broken would never understand this game called love.

~ I have remained in the prison of the world out of kindness where am I from, and the prison, where is it from?  Who have I stolen? ~ Know that there is but a single person in the world, that that person is with you, that it exists for you, works for you, and desires you. ~ All that is in the universe is not outside you, Look within for everything you want for it is you. ~ Desire the one who holds you in his desire.  Seek the one who holds you in his quest. ~ From the moment you went away I was separated from your gentle honey like wax. ~ Every evening I burn like a candle.  Joined to his flame, deprived of his affection. ~ I am like a lyre, my head bent in submission.  You, with either hand, strike and caress me. ~ Seeing how many miles you have to go, I set up a little stall on your route.  I serve a nice cup of tea, and I am never too busy to chat. ~ There is not a flood in all the worlds that can douse a sacred flame in me, that builds, that...

If you stand in front of me and stare intently into my eyes, you may know my knowing.  If you stand, nose to nose, and gaze into my eyes- another dimension might open up where neither one of us knows nothing.  Here we dissolve into nothingness.

In his hour of vulnerability and weakness, Arion sorrowfully prayed to God.  All his disappointments and heart's longings he poured out to Him.  Arion prayed until his mind and soul were fatigued.  When Arion had nothing left in him, his body succumbed to sleep. In a single moment, God satisfied Arion's longing and opened up the Supernal Gates.  Arion awakened in the presence of his beloved.  God revealing himself behind the lovers' kiss.  His ache was satisfied and the fire of his passion consumed him.  Arion could not distinguish his limbs separate from hers.  Arion was inside of God, inside of love. Half a world away, Sapphire had prayed at the exact same time.  Arion's absence unbearable, she prayed to God for relief. She begged for death.  As tears streamed down Sapphire's face, she succumbed to sleep.  Unaware that God would satisfy her ache. And so it came to pass, that on that night at the hour, their two sides...

As my cries go unheard, I seek God in His hiding place.  In the sorrows of my yesterdays I have wasted those forgotten days chasing shadows.  And now the ghosts of my past haunt me.  They won't let me rest.  In my gross misunderstanding of your absence, I fail my Lord to not perceive your nearness.  It is due to my spiritual blindness that I doubt your ever presence. Faith upholds a man or woman in his or her hour of need.  Surely whatever amount of days you have prescribed to this body, Lord, I must remain steadfast in my faith.  You have hidden yourself within my very body and in ignorance I have searched the world for proof.  I search no more in vain. In the secret chambers of my heart I will meet you there.  When the Beloved retreats within your presence is known.  Quietly I retreat within and shut the door.  No created thing can enter here.

From Journal Entry 9/9/2013 There was a celebration at a woman's house.  She is surrounded by friends.  There are many candles on her kitchen counter.  Someone lights the first candle and all the other candles mysteriously light on their own.  Everyone is perplexed by this but thinks nothing of it.  The woman  then blows one of the candles out and notices a foul odor.  She suddenly realizes that the candles are the same candles her company manufactures and produces for chemical warfare. She refers to them as lice.  She is panicked and begins to swat the smoke from in front of her face.  She and the crowd are now desperately trying to get out of the house.  Bugs begin to crash into her kitchen window.  Once outside a boy is foaming at the mouth dying painfully. I see myself in outer space praying and crying to God asking, why is man so cruel to each other?   Dream Meaning: A military strike in Syria would sp...

So long as the root of wickedness is hidden, it is strong.  But when it is recognized, it is dissolved.  When it is revealed, it perishes... As for ourselves, let us each dig down after the root of evil which is within each of us, and produces its fruit in our hearts.  It masters us.  We are its slaves.  It takes us captive, to make us do what we do not want, and what we do want we do not do.  It is powerful because we have not recognized it. The Gospel of Philip says, "Ignorance is the mother of all evil." Reference~ Not In His Image: Gnostic Vision, Sacred Ecology, and the Future of Belief

You are to conceited for your own good.  You attract the attention of the sun, but in your ignorance you are blinded by her illuminating light.  She won't pay any attention to you; until you temper your flirtatious nature and become the sacrifice.

My concerns changed after I saw your face. Concerns about money and time are bothersome, toiless thoughts. My concerns about what others think about me, or if I have offended another, seems irrelevant now. Concerns about my beauty fading just are useless concerns. My only concern is getting another glimpse of your face that dissolved away all of my other concerns.

As I take a look inside, I see in a corner a little girl afraid of the unknown and all the uncertainties that lie ahead.  She is full of fear.  It steals her breath.  She can not move- movement terrifies her.  The future is vast and it's territory wide and barren like a desert.  Nothing much can grow in such a hostile environment. The little girl ponders the stillness of the desert.  It provides a comfort familiar to her soul.  She remembers a sacred place that is only spirit.   She remembers how life teaches her beingness and expands her heart. A gentle wind sweeps across the desert.  She submits to its wisdom.  The heat from the desert sets a fire in her heart creating a path of new beginnings.  I comfort the little girl and together we brave the unknown.

Within your nature is every element, so listen to some sage advice: You are demon and wild beast and angel and human- Whatever you cultivate, that you will be. Reference~ Baba Afdal Kashani

What do I do with this ache deep inside of me? It begs for my attention. It begs for open space. It wants love in the raw. It begs to venture out and explore the landscape. It wishes to bridge the present with eternity. It insists the only way is to bare the ache and reflect on the loneliness. One must bare the ache until something new emerges within it.

Hypatia was the daughter of Theon of Alexandria, the last known teacher of the Mystery Schools.   She is thought to of been born in 370 C.E.   Theon was headmaster at the Museum of Alexandria .   The place was dedicated to a higher education of learning, embodying a “sacred art” of astronomy, lyric poetry, history and diverse subjects such as:   geometry, sacred dance, herbology, engineering, and medicine. In the year 400, Hypatia assumed the chair of mathematics at the university school.   This was a salaried position, equivalent to professorship in a modern university.   She was known for her skill in theurgy, literally “god-working.”   When it came to debating ideas about the divine, “Hypatia eclipsed in argument every proponent of the Christian doctrines in Northern Egypt .   Her expertise in theology typified the Pagan intellectual class of Gnostics, “those who understand divine matters, knowing as the gods know.”   Her openness w...

Man's forgetfulness of God is like the wind.  When it blows you feel it but pay no attention to it.  The wind is invisible and belongs to the invisible world.  Here in the visible world it's essence is felt.  This is how God is-  His being is all around us.  If man could just become forgetful of this world and let the wind carry him, he would become the wind's mindfulness.  The wind's mindfulness is the veil of God.

How can a man grasp the inner world with landscapes colored by nothing seen by the human eye?  A baby in the womb would call you a liar if you told him there are mountains, streams, blue skies, and green grass with four legged animals walking on land; and even more wonders in the sea.  The baby would dismiss your flights of fancy and deem you mad.  A blind man is content with his state and does not wish to attain to higher spiritual grades.

From time to time, as an integral part of your spiritual practice, meditate on your death.  Ask yourself what you might do to purify your heart more deeply, say what needs to be said to others, and perform more righteous deeds.  Do all of this not with a sense of fear but out of a soul-felt desire to become free and fulfilled.  The Prophet Muhammad has sage advice for all of us: "When you were born, everyone was smiling but you were crying.  Live such a life that when you depart, everyone is weeping but you are smiling." Reference~ Spiritual Gems of Islam by Imam Jamal Rahman

From Journal Entry 12/18/12 My prayer:  God help me let go and forgive; help me heal; help me to move forward. After I prayed, I put the radio on 99.9 and went into my bedroom.  About 10 minutes later I heard static. I thought maybe my daughter might have changed the station, but she was playing in the play room.  No one else was home.  When I looked at the radio it was on 100.0.  I than thought that the universe was trying to tell me something. Being open already to synchronicity, I posed the question, "What exactly God are you trying to tell me?" To my astonishment the book I went back to reading then gave insight to the meaning of triple numbers. That was proof enough for me.  I felt my prayer was acknowledged and I could have some comfort in knowing I am being helped. Triple Number Meanings 111: There is a gate of opportunity opening up, and your thoughts are manifesting into form at record speed. 222: Don't worry about anything as the situ...

Since that day, I have memorized your face. Since that day, The sun does not compare to the sun behind your eyes. Since that day, I have become a beggar. Since that day, I have restless sleep. Since that day, I have mourned your absence. Since that day, My heart has become a rose garden.

I came into this world to purchase death.  This is the marketplace to barter and trade.  All my debts I can repay with my head.  That is the price for union with the Beloved.  He only asks I surrender all my goods and humble myself as a servant.  This marketplace is your only chance to see the Beloved.  There are no shops in heaven to barter your debts.  Seize the moment and cut off your head!

Is the cruelness of winter over?  Can my heart have rest now?  My soul soars out of its cage.  It is drawn to the place of placelessness.  It is seeking union with the Beloved.  In this region passions are burnt at the alter.

Remorse is scarce in the world today. Remorse yields grace. Remorse yields beauty. Remorse yields compassion. Remorse heals hurts. Remorse heals the spirit; thus remorse heals a man. Remorse serves the other. Remorse serves to free a man from his burdens. Remorse serves the divinity in man. Remorse was shown towards Christ. Forgiveness is given to all who display remorse.

Our book writes itself.  We give reverence to its revealings by dropping to our knees.  The prayer mat under our feet is our heart.  We remain true to its whisperings and make disciples out of the unbelievers.

From one moment to the next, I change my mind about you- from clinging to you to pushing you far away. I delight in your memory and toil in its goneness. From one moment to the next,  I wish to draw you near my heart; then I change my mind and wish to be free of you. I am constantly changing my position on you. I am a changing thing with no roots. Forms gather attachments; love is just a word that clings. I cling to change and changing myself is all I have to offer you. What else is love if it does not expand? I would be bored with myself and you if I remained unchanged.

Beloved, What are you waiting for my love?  Are you to paralyzed in fear to speak?  Do you doubt your earth walk is divine love?   When will the day come that you unleash your heart on mine?  When will the sorrows of your yesterdays be buried in their proper resting place?  Speak to me and I will be humbled at your revealings.  Speak to me the language of an ancient friendship between two hearts.  The moon appears as a sliver but the fullness of its becomings is us.  Have you forgotten this truth?  You are wise beyond your years.  Perhaps you stay away for good reason.  To hell with reason!  My soul cries out, "Stir me up, turn me inside out!  I want to see beyond this pasture.  I want to see next year's language!" Your Darling

Bawa meets the Angel of Death.   This is his mystical experience with the Angel of Death. I saw that the Angel of Death had four faces; one face was black, one was the face of milk, one was the face of fire, the other face was looking at a tree all the time.   I greeted him saying, “May the peace of God be with you.”   When I looked at him, I found that the whole world was within his eyes, every life was within his eyes. When I looked at the face of milk, it was a beautiful face.   I looked at the face of fire, and it was burning like fire.   The black face was very dark, and the fourth face was turned towards the tree.   As the souls came toward him, he stretched his hand out and grabbed them.   There was a huge mountain of souls. Then I spoke to the Angel of Death.   He said, “Look at my eyes.   The whole world is within my eyes.   I do the work given to me by Allah.   There is no soul that can escape my eye...

There are many becomings that lie ahead.  If I trust this love then I become love- timeless and free- moving towards eternity.  The becomings of eternity are unexplored regions of my heart.  If I brave the sea of infinity I will discover a new truth and a new passage in my heart that leads to you.  I will see with clarity that any movement on my part is movement towards you.  I will know with certainty that which my heart already knows; that my life unfolding is you.

There is no rest under the sun. There is only toil and darkness. The shadows linger on the ground-    my grave empty. This is the place of decaying things. The light that does enter fades    into the west sky. It permeates my existence. Is my life of any value to anyone? Who will remember me when I am    buried in my grave? There is no rest under the sun. My heart longs for you. I toil day and night searching for you. I call your name but get no response. I came into this world to claim your love. Here I am! Hungry my soul is to be with you. This world has torn us apart,    and only death will offer relief for me. On the other side I will meet you,    and never depart from your side again.  

Your love, from before the beginning of time, is my soul- it's my very self. Your love is the treasure of my weak, begging heart. Perhaps your beauty has been far from me- but the vision of your face has stayed with me always. Reference~ Sultan Walad

There are two kinds of love, illusionary and real, false and true.  False love eludes, frightens, and confuses us. True love is sublimely simple, for unlike false love that has many desires real love has but one aspiration: To Share.  False love is jealous. False love tells lies. False love is boastful. False love pays lip service. False love is insecure. False love deceives. False love is greedy. False love makes demands. False love clings. False love smothers. False love is guilty. False love "turns me on." False love is placed on pedestals. False love is paid for with dead mink. False love divorces. False love complains. False love is convenient. False love looks out for number one. False love reads like a grocery list: False love runs on empty. False love is hate. Reference~ Kabbalah for the Layman by Rav Berg

The man Dante exiled from Florence.  The bride Beatrice haunts his dreams.  She in her bridal gown; the Lord cradling Dante's bride in His arms.  Dante's beating heart in the Lord's hand- offered to His bride.  She graciously devours it and her bridal gown is stained with Dante's blood.  She is the divine bride forever united to her groom through a ritual sacrifice that demands death.  Beatrice travels between his world and the Other.  Her heart yearning for him.  Her weeping soul floods Dante's mind.  He can not bare her grief and his separation from her.  He fills his emptiness with numerous lovers.  They share his bed, but not his heart.  The shame wounds his soul.  Abandoning allusive love- Dante ponders his heart.  The image of Beatrice causes unbearable pain.  Dante finds bitter relief in writing. His words on the paper reflect love's intelligence.  Dante's unquenchable desire for his ...

Stringing Beads available in paperback! Follow link:  https://www.createspace.com/4256514 OR EBOOK:    https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MEGHT6Y   About the author: Madison Meadows grew up in rural Illinois. As a child her parents did not believe she was being attacked by a demon. They divorced when she was nine and this caused her to go into a depression. She moved to Phoenix to live with her father at the age of 15. Her complicated inner life she kept hidden. She started down a road of self destruction when at the age of 18 she became an exotic dancer. Her Christian upbringing brought her shame and her demons haunted her. She began to journal her dreams, insights, spirit encounters, and astral projections. Her faith in God got her through many dark nights. She has been blogging about her supernatural experiences for the last three years. Madison Meadows has learned that the worst things in your life are there to strengthen your spirit. Madison's ...

The statue, The Virtue of Chastity in Rome, Italy, is of a bare-breasted woman who holds an open rose in her left hand and in her right is grasped the horn of a unicorn.  This is the image of chastity.  The unicorn has its roots in Christianity. Her breasts are the image of a woman breast-feeding-the nourishment representing the outpouring of her love.  The rose is a symbol of the feminine mystery and the unicorn horn a symbol of the masculine mystery.  Her outstretched hands represent her desire to bring the two mysteries together in creative harmony. The unicorn seems intent on reaching the rose, but he must be guided by the fair maiden if he is to honor the rose and not violate it.  The rose is a symbol of the beauty of love, divine love.  Chastity allows us to discover the beauty of loves potency and strength.  The rose symbolizes the tenderness of love.  The maiden holds the rose gently as if to indicate the delicacy of chastity. ...

I was twenty-four when I encountered the Friend.  On one of my days of worshipping God there was a knock on the door.  When I opened the door and my eyes met his eyes I felt Eternity open up.  My soul had recognized this man's soul.  Every part of my being and body trembled in fear and awe.  That encounter would have me searching and asking, "What is this consciousness behind this awareness?"  In a single moment I was forever changed and my yearning for God deepened. Link to My Ebook Stringing Beads: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MEGHT6Y Stringing Beads due out on April 29, 2013

All humans have a beginning, middle, and end.  This is the illusion of existence.  Finite is this world- everything in it perishes.  The soul is eternal.  Only Light dispels darkness and reveals Truth.  Be a vessel of Light and reveal Eternity.

My heart has blemishes.  It is because of my doubt that there are blemishes.  I can confess my love and call out to the Beloved, but after a hundred times of doing this and getting no response doubt sets in.  In the Unseen my heart is certain of your existence.  In this world my humanness prevents me from knowing with certainty of your existence.  To question such matters is a step closer to the Divine.  A man who has no knowledge of the Unseen world would never ponder such thoughts.  His existence would only know of one death.  There is another death that causes One to flee from this world.  That One finds refuge in the Unseen resting in the arms of the Beloved.

I am caught between life and death- dying a slow death.  His arrow struck my heart and caused a fatal wound.  Once again reminding me of the depth of His love.

From Journal Entry 1/26/13 I find myself in my astral body.  I say that I want to fly past the five moons and the five suns.  The stars I see in the sky are amazing!  As I approach the first moon I am joyfully repeating, "Beautiful moon, beautiful moon!"  I think to myself this is a long journey.  I can see the second moon.  I am almost to it.  I suddenly wake up in my body. The prophet Issiah says, "The sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee: but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.  Isa 60:19-20 Kabir says that if you want to encounter God you have to travel past the stars, the five moons, and the five suns towards your true home.  Pass through the sky and the star; take courage and cross also the inner sun and moon, then you will be able to reach and place your head at the doorstep of the Lord's court. Reference~ Kabir The Weaver of Go...