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

Today I prayed. Today I cried. Today I asked God, "Why do some things have to die?" I sat to listen. I sat to hear- W ords that spoke Intimately in my ear. Then I heard a voice- A definite reply That answered my question- Why some things die. The voice said: "O Dear Child , You were born down there- But your soul was born up here. Your time is short On this earth. Your time is precious And much you must learn.  So when you cry And feel a lot of pain- Remember your home You'll return to someday. Take care of those I give to you. Take care of those who mistreat you. I love them all, I love them upright. But remember Child, You are a visitor in your own life."

Pray the prayer that is the essence of every ritual: "God I have no hope. I am torn to shreds. You are my First, my Last, and my only Refuge." Do not do daily prayers like a bird, pecking its head up and down. Prayer is an egg. Hatch out the total helplessness inside. Reference~ Rumi

When thoughts come They come quickly Like a thief in the night. They do not announce themselves. They break in And demand paper and pen. They take over my hand And command me to write. Sometimes at dawn, Sometimes at midnight, Sometimes while I bathe, Sometimes while I busy myself. I have to obey- Drop everything And grab paper and ink!

Oh Reader, if you are offended by my words, I am not at fault. Sometimes when I pick up the pen I am a jealous lover. Other times an angry wife. And then there are times when I am a curious child. Each written work a unique piece of my soul garment. My words are not seeking your approval. For it is God that commands my hand. So to those whom loathe me, you will continue to speak ill of me and that is your right. I am certain that even you serve a purpose in my destiny. And dear Reader, I only rush out now to greet it with open arms! Affectionately, Madison Michelle  

I was 14 when I first thought I had fallen in love. He was a junior in high school and I was a freshman. We met at our church's youth group. I was only allowed to date him through church activities. My mom also allowed him over to the house after Sunday worship. The memory that stands out for me is a fight we got into one Wednesday night at youth group. Often I'd arrive early and I would look forward to spending the extra time with him. On this particular night, I said something that wounded his ego. He physically attacked me. A friend of his was there and was able to get him to stop. I remember his friend yelled, "Stop! What are you doing?" Like most nights after our youth group, he would take me home. I had held back the tears the whole evening. As soon as I got out of his car, I remember running down the stairs to the front of the house and crying. My heart was broken. I did stay with him until I finished my Freshman year and moved to Phoenix. That night cha...

Dearest Layla, How are destinies are forever intertwined! Your sadness grieves my heart. I feel your pain, doubt, and fear. I also am filled with pain, doubt, and fear. My heart is heavy right now. My soul needs to grieve my loss. When the Light breaks through the darkness that is casted all around me, please take comfort in knowing that I only wish to fulfill my destiny and do not desire to offend God. It pleases me much to know I am in your good grace again. Trust in God dearest Layla for He knows your heart and loves you. God Bless, Sapphire

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