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

From Journal Entry 10/17/2014    A woman comes to me in my dream and delivers two messages to me, one of hope and the other a warning. She says, "There are a few on earth now that are the Living Word. Things are happening fast now and we will see it before we die.    Jesus Christ is the full expression of God's written and spoken word. He is the Living Word that took up a physical body in order to remind us of our true identity in God as divine, eternal beings. Jesus took up a spiritual body when He was crucified and His spirit dwells within every living soul. Every human has the seed to birth the Christ Consciousness within their bodies. We're told in 1 Peter 1:22 You have made your souls pure by obeying the truth through the Holy Spirit. And how exactly do you discern the truth of the Holy Spirit? The answer is found in 1 Corinthians 2:13 And we impart this in words not taught by human wisdom but taught by the Spirit, interpreting spiritual truths to those...

i watched him slip away from me i watched him drink and chase other women i watched it become more difficult for me to love him i watched him destroy himself our marriage and me i watched myself  fall apart  after he left and i watched myself put all the pieces back together of my shattered life and start over again i watched myself descend into a hell and rise up like a warrior

that woman is as tough as nails if she can survive you she can survive anything

all my thoughts of you are tied up in knots your memory fading from me i fear you will forget me i fear i will never see your smile again i feel the days closing in on me and it becomes harder to breathe if you were here, i'd be okay i could inhale again with ease but for now Beloved i sit here and wait my destiny calling me how i thought you were my destiny now i just second guess myself nothing is what it seems this i've learned the hard way if you were here i'd have all my thoughts lined up in a row neatly placed in front of you i'd show you all the pretty ones first and ask for your help to bury the ugly ones fear can be crippling and doubt pure madness i miss the shine from your eyes that dissolved all my sadness away i will move on even though i don't want to without you but i will because that's what i must do i will always be waiting for you and that will always torture my soul but the Lord hasn't given me more than i c...

The wicked women to the wicked men is wisdom: the ugly is the mate and fitting (consort) for the ugly. Whatever, then, you wish to mate with, go, become absorbed in the loved (object), and assume its shape and quality. If you wish for the light, make yourself ready to receive the light, if you wish to be far (from God), become self-conceited and far. And if you wish (to find) a way out of this ruined prison do not turn your head away from the Beloved, but bow in worship and draw high. Reference~ The Mathnawi

we were both looking for two different types of love: me a heaven, you a hell

a smile can cover up sadness deep-rooted pain even anger but the eyes never lie

don’t worry about your reputation ladies when you have to go to war. the only thing that anyone can say about you is she’s a badass . she stands for truth and will lie to protect it. she stands for peace and will fight on the front lines of a good battle. she stands for justice and will do everything that’s within her power to preserve it. she stands up for all women who have been beaten down by a man’s words or fists. it comes with the painful understanding that as women we at times have to go to war and get bloody. and only then do we truly discover who we are and we can say “fuck my reputation! i just conquered the meanest mountain, stomped on the heads of my enemies, and survived an unimaginable hell!”

i only saw your potential and ignored mine i invested everything in you instead of myself now i’m paying attention to my desires and needs and i think i found a gold mine!

my bed isn’t a playground for half-ass lovers. my bed gives me warmth, comfort, and relief from all the stresses of the world. it’s where i dream, pray and meditate, read and write. it’s where i cry into my pillow and talk to God. when the curtains are drawn, it’s where the moon softens my eyes so i can fall asleep. on restless nights, when i find myself tossing and turning, my mind drifts to the man of my dreams lying next to me in my sanctuary.