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

she sat unnoticed in the corner of the room  men and women coming and going  she was posed unaffected by the uncomfortable silence that entombed her she felt invisible  in a room full of strangers  aware that their interactions  were anything but genuine so many souls mingle  but few can sit quietly alone and not be deeply disturbed to the point one would quit the room not her she'd leave out of sheer boredom 

The inability to receive support from others is a trauma response. Your “I don’t need anyone, I’ll just do it all myself” conditioning is a survival tactic. And you needed it to shield your heart from abuse, neglect, betrayal, and disappointment from those who could not or would not be there for you. From the parent who was absent and abandoned you by choice or the parent who was never home from working three jobs to feed and house you. From the lovers who offered sexual intimacy but never offered a safe haven that honored your heart. From the friendships and family who always took more than they ever gave. From all the situations when someone told you “we’re in this together” or “I got you” then abandoned you, leaving you to pick up the pieces when shit got real, leaving you to handle your part and their part, too. From all the lies and all the betrayals. You learned along the way that you just couldn’t really trust people. Or that you could trust people, but only up to a certain poin...

Self-pity is nothing less than an impulse to self-destruction. And this is its script: “This is the way you were made. These are the facts of your situation. It’s bad. In fact, it’s so bad, it’s impossible to do anything about it. And therefore, you are free from any responsibility to clean it up. Nobody can blame you for anything.” Self-pity is a liar and a thief. A liar, because everyone is granted the power to clean up their own mess. A thief, because as long as it sits inside you, it is stealing away the days of your life. ~Rabbi Tzvi Freemam

When one encounters their twinflame  It feels like heaven has opened it's doors And God himself Is present It is that powerful  And that life changing The event Is a reunion With the other half of your soul Divinity sparks a flame in you When your eyes meet Blessed is the couple That are reunited After traveling down a road Searching for their other half Hundreds or thousands of years But always a heart space away 

You start dying slowly ; if you do not travel, if you do not read, If you do not listen to the sounds of life, If you do not appreciate yourself. You start dying slowly : When you kill your self-esteem, When you do not let others help you. You start dying slowly ; If you become a slave of your habits, Walking everyday on the same paths… If you do not change your routine, If you do not wear different colours Or you do not speak to those you don’t know. You start dying slowly : If you avoid to feel passion And their turbulent emotions; Those which make your eyes glisten And your heart beat fast. You start dying slowly : If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain If you do not go after a dream If you do not allow yourself At least once in your lifetime To run away from sensible advice Don't let yourself die slowly Do not forget to be happy! ~ Pablo Neruda♡