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

I won't grant you your wish if you don't give me your heart if you don't do what I ask I won't give you what you want quit being so false and don't play dead I swear on your soul and your heart I won't give myself to you until you melt away completely Reference~ The Rubais of Rumi

The place of rest not seen or spoken of is where I embrace my Beloved my spirit free soars to the Highest Heaven my heart leaps into Love's embrace all my illusions are shattered the place of rest not seen or spoken of is the spot where I unite to my Beloved  

Separate from the crowd.  Truth belongs to you and no one else.  You walk the path of truth.  You do not need the support of another.  You are able to walk on your own towards the unsetting sun.

When the Beloved visits your house, be prepared! You will forget yourself and be absent from your body. Your thoughts will flutter out of your head with wings. Your cat will do back flips. When the Beloved visits your house a wonderful thing happens! Time stands still and the angels on High shower you with kisses.

~ If you attack whom God would heal and hate the one He loves, then you and your Creator have a different will. ~ Communication must have been restored to those that join for this they could not do through bodies.  What, then has joined them?  Reason will tell you that they must have seen each other through a vision not of the body and communicated in a language the body does not speak. ~ Joy is eternal.  You can be sure indeed that any seeming happiness that does not last is really fear.  Joy does not turn to sorrow, for the eternal cannot change.  But sorrow can b e turned to joy, for time gives way to the eternal.  Only the timeless must remain unchanged, but everything in time can change with time. ~ Forsake not now each other.  For you who are the same will not decide alone nor differently.  Either you give each other life or death; either you are each other's savior or his judge, offering him sanctuary or condemnation. Reference~ A ...

Dear Death, Ever since I died into my Beloved , all I can think about is you.  I am completely obsessed with you.  Most people are frightened and confused by you.  That's probably why your so taboo.  Yet every single one of us has to make the passage into your unknown. When I passed away into my Beloved , my whole being rejoiced.  His love burned with passions unimaginable to any physical encounter.  I had no other desires.  Death, if this is your doing then I welcome you with an open door.  I do not fear you.  Your beauty is hidden, kept secret for those who desire true freedom.  Our bodies trick us into thinking they're real.  We are stupid to get attached to it's form.   The one true form of infinite love and beauty is veiled behind you.  Death, when it is my final hour, I know you will remove the veil and I will find rest in the embrace of my Beloved .  For now Death, if I don't embrace my life now, how wil...

In a holy instant, the veil of time is removed.  The changelessness of love reveals the Beloved's face.  In a holy instant, love knows no boundaries and nothing but love exist.

105. They asked the Lover: 'In what consists honour?' He answered: 'In comprehending and loving my Beloved.' And they asked him also: 'In what consists dishonour?' He answered: 'In forgetting and ceasing to love Him.' 115. The Lover loved all who feared his Beloved, and he feared all who feared Him not.  And there arose this doubt: Had the Lover more of love or of fear? 119. They asked the Lover: 'What is the greatest darkness?' He replied: 'The absence of my Beloved.'  'And what is the greatest light?'  'The presence of my Beloved.' 124. The Beloved drew near to the Lover, to comfort and console him for the grief which he suffered and the tears which he shed.  And the nearer was the Lover to the Beloved, the more he grieved and wept, crying out upon the dishonour which his Beloved endured. 125. With the pen of love, with the water of his tears, and on paper of suffering, the Lover wrote letters to his Beloved.  A...