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

This rising and falling of my words creates passion, conflict, and crime.  What is it that moves the heart so violently, like a boat on a stormy sea? I gain confidence in the rising of the sun and quietude as it sinks into a mysterious unknown place. This rising and falling of my heart gives me wings to boldly confess all of my desires; and in the depths of my despair, to retreat within where no created thing can find a trace of my existence.

You are not a mere human being.  You descended out of the darkness like a magician.  You ask me to spend Eternity with you.  I tell you how often I change form and how this might frighten you.  You laugh and in reply say, "So can I!" With no hesitation I proclaim, "I accept you in all your forms!" Those who ascend the mundane life will encounter beast, demon, and God.  Love searches for itself and rejects the world's temptations.  When the Lover chooses this path his courage will be met with higher dangers.  Follow your heart because the adventure is the reward.

Men and women with busy minds go to play with other's husbands and wives pleasure is the only aim satisfaction is the mutual game Their unquenched sexual appetite is like a wild boar or ferocious lion these untamed animal energies control man's deepest desires they become whores, victims, even liars They will give all their dignity away for a fleeting moment of ecstasy and foreplay not mastering these desires keeps a man bind where sex is everyone's dirty little pass time.

In April 1997 I went back home to Illinois. I visited with family and friends.  The house I grew up in, I refused to stay in. So I made the decision to stay with a friend for a few days and then my grandma's.  I would come to regret this decision. My grandfather, a Christian man, had warned me as a young child that my grandmother was possessed by demons.  His words stuck with me, but I never truly believed him.   And so it happened one night, staying in the bedroom that was my mom's as a child.  I laid in the bed afraid to fall asleep.  I felt an evil presence.  As I lay there, I looked up at the ceiling and saw three black masses swirling around.  One by one they attacked me.  It felt like a sudden zapping of my energy. I began to pray to God. I remained watchful, terrified that if I fell asleep something even worse would happen to me.  The dark masses continued their attacks.  I am not sure how much time passed....

If I reach beyond this reality and grasp for knowledge of the Infinite, where into is it that I am reaching?   The life of a mystic can find the supernatural everywhere.  The fabric of time is swept away when the mystic applies the knowledge of Eternity to the human existence.  One's plastic life is transformed into a labor of love.  The mystic knows all she receives is a blessing of the Perfection beyond.  The experience of the fullness in the mystic's life is felt when she grasps the many strands of God that connect the Unseen and the Seen World.

This courting you with my words has been going on and on for some time now.  The more words I say, the quieter you become.  The quieter you become, the more mysterious you become to me.  Maybe just maybe, from this quietness there will emerge only one of us.