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

  My words Climb out of me Like Suffering Sometimes painfully sharp Sometimes deliberately and swift With the aftermath of a hurricane

  “We often hesitate to follow our intuition out of fear. Most usually, we are afraid of the changes in our own life that our actions will bring. Intuitive guidance, however, is all about change. It is energetic data ripe with the potential to influence the rest of the world. To fear change but to crave intuitive clarity is like fearing the cold, dark night while pouring water on the fire that lights your cave. An insight the size of a mustard seed is powerful enough to bring down a mountain-sized illusion that may be holding our lives together. Truth strikes without mercy. We fear our intuitions because we fear the transformational power within our revelations.” ~Caroline Myss

Our children's innocence is dying In a new world of gender pronouns and "wokeness" How do we not see this? Kids as young as nine Are learning twisted gender bullshit And having more anxiety because of it When I look at the sky I say it's blue But they will say it's red And I'm told to believe that's true Because what my own eyes see Are only deceiving me?! And what the Bible says Won't set you free?! Their indoctrinating our kids To believe in their lies When right in front of me I see their kind They don't hold the same Christian values that was taught to me as a kid They're making the shit up And our kids are learning more sin Where in the Bible Does it use pronouns? I've read the stories From Adam and Eve To Mary and Joseph Males and females There was no confusion So, think again If your "wokeness" Doesn't affect our kids If it's confusing to us adults It's confusing for them Don'...

  You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I'm a ...

  I long looked forward to you hearing your voice again seeing that smile that lights a thousand fires inside of me I wrestle with never knowing if you care or don't care I long hoped for answers now all I long hope for  is for when your memory  no longer causes me harm

  “Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.” ~ John Chapman 

  “Here is a truth you often don’t hear: traumatized women have the potential to become the most powerful people in this world. The most ignorant members of society call this type of woman “damaged.” But she is the most powerful type of woman there is. What they forget is that survivors have the most dangerous advantage of all: resilience. When you try and you try but you can never bring a woman down, you’ll know there is no going back. Don’t fool yourself. You could never defeat her. You never will. This is the woman who will always rise from the dead; Lady Lazarus, after going through hell and back. This is the woman who has burned her feet in the flames time and time again and always lives to tell another tale – even if she has to crawl back to life. She was never given love or approval on a silver platter, so in order to survive, she had to love herself in a way others could only dream of. She fought tooth and nail for her own self-acceptance. No one cuddled her as a child or t...