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

Death is nothing to be feared but should be instead embraced, harnessed, utilized as a gateway to a better life.  This is the ultimate point of spirituality: how to harness life and death in order to elevate life and death, in order to project our mind stream to a higher level of living and a higher level of dying, in order to ascend into greater knowledge. Reference~ www.gnosticteachings.org

From Journal Entry: August 10, 1998 I feel myself ascending upward through the stars. I feel a presence and am scared.  I have no control of what is happening to me. In space, is the presence of a man, dressed like a cowboy. He shows me his hand and touches mine. He says he needs my heart. He removed my heart from my chest, and I could perceive a holographic image of my heart, beating. I asked him questions about the afterlife and my relationship I was in.  He said, the afterlife isn't all it's cracked up to be, because when your incarnated again, you end up anywhere on the time line. He said, the guy I was with will go out of my life, that I deserve better. He also said that he would be back to visit me and give me more Class 3 information. I had the feeling he did not want to leave me.  I could feel myself descending downwards, back into my body. Following this experience, my roommate at the time, now my husband, came home. I had such a rush from the encounte...

He carried me away To unknown places - deep He led the way Inside of me  He knew me not Yet, knew me well His heart - I knew not Yet, I could not tell To the Sun - is where He carried me And left me there Inside His dream

God is good, I pray that in his good time we once more meet each other, but if this life holds not another meeting for us, remember also, that it has no parting more, wherever the hour finds us, for which we have hoped so long, we shall not be separated, neither death, nor the grave can part us, so that we only love! Reference~ Emily Dickinson

Heavy is my load- I carry I bare Grievances for my Beloved- He carries He shares I showed Him my heart I put it on display He showed up not And went on His way Lighten my load I beg, I plea! Still He distances Himself from hopeless me Tender is my heart- And faith the rope It ties me to Him- And I can't let go My secrets long For His longing ear- To give providence To my Love- So far, so dear

As I write these words on paper, think of them as a letter, I the sender, am sending to you, the receiver.  May my words be addressed to the One whom knows my intimate thoughts, and may he pluck them from my imagination and imprint them on his heart. Hold these words in your hands to close the gap between you and I.  Time for a brief moment collapses and distance doesn't separate us.