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Friday, February 26, 2016

Coming Soon: The Spirituality Project

Coming Soon: The Spirituality Project

This is the beginning of a new project to reach a larger audience. This idea came to me in a dream. My YouTube channel will be about sharing how my dreams have guided me on my path. 

For the past 20 years I have been journaling my dreams and exploring my inner world. Now I share my dreams, from the beginning (1997) to now, giving insight about the dream world. I will help educate others about dreams and how to awaken consciousness.

Please join me as we explore the world of dreams!

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Gnostic Teachings- Trapped In Desire

When we become very angry, we are identified with our anger, meaning that anger becomes our identity, our I. That anger has become a vampire, a tick, a leech that is sucking up the light, the Consciousness, that energy that is flowing through us, and it is using that energy to feed itself, to make itself fatter, to make itself more powerful. This is the difficulty: Identification. 

When we become identified, we give up our connection with God. 

Identification is the state of psychological sleep. It is a state in which the Consciousness has become hypnotized and trapped by a desire. 

Within our mind we have millions of examples of these types of desires. Millions. Each of us has our own. Each of us has our own “psychological country,” an inner landscape that keeps us fascinated, bewildered, identified: asleep.


Friday, February 19, 2016

Our Day of Passing Available Now on Kindle Free

Do you have a fascination with death and the afterlife? Contributions to this anthology from writers all over the world. You can read Madison Meadows essay, The Lover's Death, an essay about the twin soul connection. Our Day of Passing now available on Kindle! Download for free February 19-23. Follow link below for your free download.

Monday, February 15, 2016

My Story: First Memory of Fire

Around the age of 3 or 4, my brother and I were playing with a brown paper bag. There was a fire in our fireplace. My mom was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. All of a sudden, my brother tosses the bag into the fireplace. The bag falls out of the fire onto the carpet. Now the carpet is on fire. I am frozen in fear. My mom immediately puts out the fire.

This memory stands out because of the immediate realization, that my younger self has, that relates fire with danger. I have always had a healthy respect for fire because of this experience. It would take on a whole new meaning for me some 30 years later, as I would come to experience the fire of the Kundalini. In the Bible, the fire is the Holy Spirit (Kundalini).

Fire may burn with joy or anger, it may offer life-giving light and heat or destruction.  The element of fire has great power for forging will and determination. It is our inner light as well as a living symbol of the Divine fire that burns in every soul. It represents our passions, compulsion, creativity, and motivation.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

A Queen Or Maiden

Is my small heart not big enough for you? Do you fancy queens or maidens? Which is it? And I will be her.

If a queen, then you my king.  Shall you then bend your knee for me? Shall I have your affection as I sit obediently upon you, yet commanding your next gesture?

Or shall you fancy me a maiden- bowing to you, kissing the ground beneath your feet? How do you desire me? Mind you, maidens are pure, yet queens are majestic and powerful. But both women seek only to please you.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

My Letter To Emily Dickinson

Dearest Emily,

What did your heart contemplate?  Did Sue stir violent emotions in your heart?

Your letters are poetic, mysterious, and a glorious treasure! For someone like myself to discover them, they have been a salvation and a resurrection.

I wonder if from heaven you bare witness to your healing masterpiece? I am an admirer who will remember your words- longing, aching for another open heart to receive them. Your words have not lost meaning or purpose in this world you left behind. Behold! I feel you near me when I read them. Your words, spirit lives on!

Your Admirer,

Madison Michelle