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

His silence was a lie Her resentment grew into a storm Saying nothing was oppression  in her mind Secret fantasies of revenge Played themselves out in her imagination  She believed He had a moral obligation  To speak up Her life was poisoned By his memory  And the wish to destroy him Nursed her fantasies  As she pushed back against oppression  Against a tyrant That never had the balls  To speak up And tell her his truth

she painted over the rips on her soul and covered up the lies under her lips battle scars that were visible  disappeared  under pink on her cheeks appearances she easily altered you would never know the demons sitting on her chest the bravery spread on her face were letters that formed words of a secret longing that someone  would come along and see through her making visible  the words she longs to speak

As a society, we have been taught that the social norm is to wear masks to hide our identity, play games with others' emotions, and have high expectations of our partners. Nagging or withholding love from our partners to get them to conform is a similar pattern as a parent/child relationship. Both partners play the game of perpetrator, victim, and enabler which restricts the growth and evolution of self in order to conform to the connection.   The fragmented parts of self that have yet to merge will play out these archetypes in order to achieve resolution. Triggers bring up the slivers repressed through manipulation for power.  Ultimately, it’s a form of bullying when one attempts to mold their partner into someone they are not, in order to receive acceptance and love.  An authentic, evolved relationship allows a safe space for partners to find conflict resolution and understanding. When we love our partner as an integral part of ourselves, we stop trying to dominate...

Get out of your head    and into your heart. You are not stuck. You can never go back to the beginning. Everything that has happened to you, has,    in fact,       happened for a reason. And maybe that reason hasn’t fully materialized yet. Maybe the rejection was a gift    that you’re still needing to open and accept. Maybe the damage inflicted upon you    was intended to test your will. What have you learned? What trauma have you experienced in life that you’re still working through? What part of your story is worth sharing,  and why aren’t you shouting it more loudly? Everything that you’ve survived, has,    in fact,       given new meaning to life. And maybe that meaning doesn’t make sense yet. Maybe pain was the purpose all along. Maybe where you are now makes you perfectly positioned to live an even more beautiful and significant life. Do it. Live it. Shout it. Share it. The anchors are gone. There...

“Forget relationships and learn how to relate. Once you are in a relationship you start taking each other for granted – that’s what destroys all love affairs.  The woman thinks she knows the man, the man thinks he knows the woman. Nobody knows either! It is impossible to know the other, the other remains a mystery. And to take the other for granted is insulting, disrespectful. To think that you know your wife is very, very ungrateful. How can you know the woman? How can you know the man? They are processes, they are not things.  The woman that you knew yesterday is not there today. So much water has gone down the Ganges; she is somebody else, totally different. Relate again, start again, don’t take it for granted. And the man that you slept with last night, look at his face again in the morning. He is no more the same person, so much has changed. So much, incalculably much has changed.  That is the difference between a thing and a person. The furniture in the room is the ...

Life will force you to change  In order to survive Pain Is a calling A calling to move To do something  Be something  Stand up Don't bow down Pain Forces you To reach within And find the warrior  Forces you  To make changes Toxic relationships must go Unloving thoughts towards yourself must end You being your own worst enemy  No more Time to take charge of your life Own your feelings And your past No need to cry over regrets There will be plenty of opportunities  To make more But that's the beauty Being able to make them There's freedom in choices Don't take it for granted Not everyone in this God forsaken world Has that freedom But I'm reminding you That you, my friend, do  

I'm at a point in life where I’m content  in the present.  I don’t fantasize over the future.  I’m not hung up on what could’ve been,  what should’ve been, who hurt me,  what I’m owed, what’s fair, unfair, right, wrong, or on any single thing I can’t go back  and do differently.  I’m doing differently now.  I'm moving deliberately with love.  Protecting and padding my peace.  Forgiving quickly. Setting boundaries.  Expressing gratitude freely.  I’m closer to the person I envisioned myself becoming than ever before.  I learned my lessons,  and I grew from places  I still can’t make sense of.  This isn’t where I thought I’d be,  but right here is where I am.  I’m not reliving long nights,  singing sad songs, commiserating over campfires that feel like purgatories.  I’m not pretending to be someone I’ll never be, I’m accepting that the best of me is someone to be proud of and plenty already....