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

I can't tell you what my hell has been like but if the wrinkles on my face and the tears from my eyes could tell their story you would weep for me and groan in pain for you would be inspired by my resilience, moved by my courage, amazed at my inner strength and you would exclaim, "Damn, that woman survived all that crap!" Always remember, no matter what crap you're going through, that beautiful lotus flowers grow in mud and a treasure lies under a mound of dirt.

I sought God 100% of my soul I gave In my giving of all of myself He revealed my heart's treasure, My Beloved, So that I may desire Love as my only religion

   Oh Arion, since Thaddeus has left I sleep poorly and the visions that do visit me only haunt me.    How I miss our friendship. The memories of you, Thaddeus, and I playing like children, with no cares, revisit me often. Those memories keep him and you alive within my heart.    I hate how Thaddeus left; abruptly and with another woman. He broke my heart. I have tried to put the pieces back together but have failed miserably.    You remind me so much of him. In my own mind, I thought that by loving him I was also loving you. There are so many similarities between the both of you (especially in bad habits), that you both mirror each other.    And even though I know Thaddeus is gone and never coming back, and the way he left me I should hate him- I do not. I miss him. I miss you. I love him and I love you.    I miss the days of laughing in the rain, climbing in trees, basking in the sun, and exploring new landscapes with y...

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace: Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is discord, union. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. And where there is sadness, joy. Divine Master, grant that I may not seek to be consoled, as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love; for it is in giving that we receive. It is in pardoning that we are pardoned. And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Reference~ St. Francis of Assisi

It is a great mystery- spirit. Those diamonds in the night sky shine like lanterns; inviting us to look beyond what one sees and to imagine what one can't see.  That is the door one must enter through to travel to the other world. That door is called imagination.

I can sense your self worth inside of me. I can sense how heavy your life can be.  I can sense your playful nature that rarely you let others see. I can sense how you wish you could be towards me. I can sense your self doubt in achieving your dreams.  I can sense your worries about how well by others you will be received. I can sense you do love me and this you think makes you weak. But Darling, you are so much more than what you perceive.