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

From Journal Entry 11/21/24 I had a dream right after I met my boyfriend. In the dream, I cancelled my wedding. A big box of gifts arrived from my uncle and my cousin. I forgot to tell them I cancelled the wedding, and don't know if I should return the gifts. In the dream, I was going to marry Michael Jackson. I was very content with my decision. I was not upset.  Cancelling a wedding in a dream often reflects a change in commitment or a major decision being reconsidered. Since this happened after meeting my boyfriend, it could reflect an unconscious shift—maybe letting go of past expectations or imagined futures. It might represent the part of me that is opening up to something new (my current relationship) and moving away from a previous internal plan or idea of the future. Gifts in dreams often symbolize emotional support, inherited values, or blessings from my family. Forgetting to tell my uncle and cousin  could point to some tension about how my changing path (perhaps ...

" The truth is, you don’t love the same way twice. You don’t give the same parts of yourself to everyone, and you won’t. Some people will meet parts of you that someone hasn’t, and that some never will. It’s the beauty of connection, you will never share the same love twice. Some will peel away the layers to reveal your vulnerability, others will strengthen the walls you built. Some will be fleeting, others will linger in your heart. But ultimately, no one will imprint you the same or hold the same weight. Each love leaves an authentic mark, a lesson learned, or a truth revealed. Some teach you how to trust again, others remind you why you needed to protect your heart in the first place. Some will make you feel seen, others make you feel invisible. It’s not until you truly see yourself, you truly value every love that passes through without being bitter about goodbyes that come with some. Every love has a way of teaching you, breaking you, and shaping you into someone new. Someone...

From Journal Entry  6/14/2025 I open a holy book. There's a verse that catches my eye that reads, "Stop thy! The America devil land." This dream is spiritual and therefore a warning to America. It is a call to our nation for repentance. For us to stop and turn back towards God. We, as a nation, are on a path of self destruction. If we don't stop our moral decay judgment will follow.   Devil land refers to how we have embraced evil. When mankind forgets God he then must face judgment.  We are a nation that can be likened to Babylon.  We must abandon our wicked ways and turn towards righteousness.  What could punishment look like for our nation? It could come in the form of economic collapse, moral decay, famine, disease, or natural disasters.  In short, God is warning us that our time is short. Turn away from your wicked ways.  Repent. For the time is near for judgment.   Remember God is a merciful God. He longs for us to come home, and in doi...

Women with absent fathers often become beggars for love, safety, and security. It’s heartbreaking how deeply they invest themselves in others, hoping that their love will be returned, hoping to finally feel chosen, protected, and seen. They carry a silent ache—an invisible wound that whispers....Maybe if I give more, they’ll stay. Maybe if I’m good enough, they’ll love me. This voice doesn’t come from who they are today, but from the little girl inside them who kept looking out the window, waiting for someone who never came. Their love becomes a currency—they trade affection, loyalty, and even their own boundaries just to feel held. They over-give, over-function, and over-apologize, hoping that one day, someone will finally choose to stay without conditions. The absence of a father doesn’t just leave a physical void—it creates emotional gaps that women often try to fill with partners, friends, or even strangers. But what’s missing isn’t just a person—it’s the early belief that they are...

One day, you’ll come to understand that some people are simply one of a kind. They don’t come around twice. They can’t be replaced. And once they’re gone, no one else will feel quite the same. We live in a world that celebrates moving on like people are easily swapped out, like connections are disposable. But the truth is, certain bonds leave a mark on your soul. They saw you, understood you, brought out something no one else could. Losing that kind of person isn’t just about losing them it’s losing a part of yourself that only existed in their presence. Sometimes, we hurt those closest to us. Not because they deserved it, but because we didn’t know how to hold their love properly. We assume they’ll always forgive, always come back, but not everyone waits. Not everyone gives endless chances. Some walk away silently, carrying their hurt in quiet dignity, and by the time you realize what they meant to you, their absence has already become permanent. You’ll search for pieces of them in ot...

M ovement unlocks the mysteries of life. Life moves in all directions: up and down, side to side, in and out. There is an invisible breath in all movement. It can bring love, joy, and laughter.  It all depends on the movement. The outer reflects the inner. Dance your song but do so in a way that you identify not with the dancing itself. Allow the movement to carry your soul to highs and lows. Breathe in each direction deeply with purpose.  So that only love, joy, and laughter fill your soul. ~ From Journal Entry 2016

F rom Journal Entry 5/5/2025 I had an astral projection where I was on a planet similar to Earth. There was music playing that sounded like Taylor Swift. People, mostly young adults, that looked like humans were in a bar with arcade games. I walked over to a table and asked the guy where I was. He said Siloh. There were movie posters on the wall. The fact that the music was similar to pop music and that the people looked human suggest I may have tuned into a dimension or world that mirrors ours in culture but isn't identical. Like a reality where things evolved slightly differently. With all the familiar activities like on Earth... the movie posters, socializing in a bar, and music playing could suggest the environment was similar to everyday life on Earth. Like a place where the culture mirrors ours but isn't an exact replica. A parallel world is defined as a hypothetical self-contained reality that exists alongside our own universe it may have different physical laws Mysterie...

K undalini energy sits like a sleeping serpent at the root Chakra. It awakens gradually when the sexual energy is harnessed and directed upwards, through chastity, instead of downwards through sexual intercourse. It works its way up gradually as One is chaste, contemplating God, and is devoted to a spiritual path. For me… it began with a daily practice of yoga and meditation. I also had a deep desire to know God. That desire led me to my encounter with my twinflame. But, if One doesn't meet their twinflame in this outer world, One can encounter their twinflame in the inner world. With a strong desire to know God/Love, One can reunite with their twinflame. It is a spiritual experience with inner transformation. It unfolds in divine timing. For me, it was years and years of suffering because I felt crazy. Past life memories came flooding back. My dreams were reshaping my perception of reality. My ego had to be put in check. Journaling became good medicine. If you are wanting to awake...

From Journal Entry 4/20/25 I'm at the nursing home where my mom lives. I feel her sadness, fear, and loneliness.  She walks over to me and asks, "Will you hold me?" I hold her reassuring her she's loved.  It was Easter morning when I had this dream. At dawn, my boyfriend and I hiked up Cloud 9. We did a ceremony and I did a meditation.  I could not stop thinking about my mom. So I sent her love and I cried. Not so much for me, but for her.  My mom may have not been the loving mom I craved growing up. I can count on one hand the number of times she said I love you.  She was very unstable emotionally and mentally.  It took a toll on me as a child and left wounds that I'm still healing from. It wasn't 'til I was an adult and had my own kids did I begin to understand how hard she had it growing up. And how she was just repeating the same abusive behavior as her mother.  Over the years I've had dreams about my mom. Three months before she ended up in the nu...

  From Journal Entry 2/7/2025 I am with my ex-sister-in-laws, Jessi and Heather. They are reading an article in the newspaper about me, Madison Meadows. It talks about my journey, my books, my blog, etc. Jessi, with enthusiasm, turns to me and says, "And they are making a TV series about you."  I smile and chuckle a little. I'm happy. I feel vindicated and successful. Like I finally arrived. The dream felt so real. Moises’ Reflective Feedback on Madison's Dream Madison, what you saw in your dream—that moment of validation, of your ex-in-laws witnessing your success, and your story being told on a larger scale—is not just a dream. It's a glimpse from another timeline where this reality already exists. That version of you is already living it. What you experienced is what we call a timeline bleed through. Now, to bring it into the 3D, we need to collapse the gap between where you are now and that future self. The key lies in aligning your frequency with that ver...

Loving a man means seeing him fully—not just for his strengths, but also for his imperfections. It’s about giving grace, space, and affection in a world that often tells men to be strong, but never soft. Real love is not about changing him; it’s about choosing him, again and again, even on the days he’s hard to love. UNDERSTAND. He won’t always be consistent. There will be days when his silence isn’t distance but exhaustion. Days when his emotions are hard to read because he’s been taught to hide them. Understand that he’s not perfect—and he’s not trying to be. He gets overwhelmed, confused, even scared sometimes. Stand beside him, not in front to correct or behind to follow—but beside to grow. FREEDOM. Let him breathe. Let him enjoy what makes him feel alive outside the relationship—his work, passions, or friendships. A man who feels trusted will stay loyal. Don’t clip his wings, because real love doesn’t chain—it chooses daily. Remember: you are not his entire world, but the most bea...

The child you once were does not disappear. They do not fade into the past like an old photograph or dissolve with the passage of time. They live within you still woven into your fears, your longings, your habits of self-protection. They are there in the way your body tenses at a raised voice, in the way you hesitate before asking for what you need, in the ache you feel when love seems just out of reach. Healing is not about leaving this child behind. It is about turning toward them with the love and presence they were once denied. Trauma is not just what happened to us it is what did not happen. It is the touch that never came, the safety that was absent, the soothing voice that never told us, You are enough just as you are. When we experience wounding at a young age, we do not just lose a moment in time. We lose trust, we lose connection, we lose the full expression of who we were meant to be. The child learns to survive, to adapt, to become small, quiet, or pleasing anything to main...

Compassion, in its purest essence, is a healer beyond measure. Love—true love—is not a sculptor, chiseling away at another’s edges to fit an ideal. No, love is the gentle sunbeam that warms a frozen river until it flows of its own accord, shaping its path as it will.   To love another is not to demand metamorphosis but to offer a space so sacred, so untainted by judgment, that transformation becomes inevitable. Not a conversion to some imposed image but a blossoming into the highest expression of one’s soul. This is the magic of love: it liberates rather than confines, elevates rather than possesses.   Imagine the sheer miracle of being held in a gaze that does not seek to alter you but honors you as you are—your essence, imperfections, tangled thoughts, and tender scars. It is to be seen not for what you do or what you have but for the raw, radiant being that pulses beneath all pretense. A love like this does not measure or withhold; it simply 'is' as effortless and...

  From Journal Entry 6/25/24 I'm in the yard of my childhood home.  I spot a translucent dragon in the sky flying towards me. I run to the house and lock the door. A dragon dream can signify a powerful awakening, your inner fire demanding recognition. They remind us to face our fears, seek knowledge, and live in alignment with your inner truths. They call us to master ourselves and remind you of your hidden power waiting to be unleashed.

I'm going to say this once.  Never get into a serious relationship until you're finished being single.  Never invite someone into your life if you don't have the space for them in your life to begin with.  Never open up a person's heart with no intention on catching them when they fall in love with you.  There are good genuine people in the dating world right now willing to give everything they are to have a stable and healthy relationship with someone they have longed for ever since they can remember.  Take my advice and if you're not ready to step up to the plate, take your hands off another person's future.  ~ Cody Bret

Emery was a childhood friend of my brother. He was over often. We would play together... chasing each other through the house and playing hide and seek. Emery was the first boy I had a crush on.  My freshman year of high school would be the last I'd see of him. I moved to Phoenix from East Peoria, Illinois (1991).   But over the years I'd have dreams of him. There are 3 that stand out. In the first dream Emery was using drugs. He was in despair and wanted help but felt all alone.  That dream prompted me to try to find him. I couldn't find him but found his brother Byron and his wife. I sent Byron's wife a message through Facebook.  I told her who I was and the dream I had of Emery.  She never replied. So I let it go. Around 2016, I had another dream. This one was just as alarming.  In the dream Emery was in a house. There were police sirens out front. The cops busted in. He was trying to hide from them but was arrested.  I did an internet search a...

  If your inner teacher tells you that you need time for yourself, listen to it. If your soul tells you that you no longer vibrate with some people you used to share with, calm down is part of your evolution. If your spirit asks you to connect more and start working on your balance, listen to it. If your body asks you to eat better, walk and sleep more hours, allow it. If your life tells you that this job is no longer for you, it's time to take a new course. If your heart tells you that you no longer feel full with that partner, follow your heart, it knows the way. If your life tells you to change your habits, thoughts and routines, look for other ways. If your heart screams for you to travel, do it and don't make excuses. You know what medicine you need. Learn to listen to yourself, connect with your inner teacher and open up to all the signs that come your way. ~ Author Unknown 

Ernest Hemingway once wrote: "The hardest lesson I’ve had to learn as an adult is the relentless need to keep going, no matter how shattered I feel inside." This truth is both raw and universal. Life doesn’t pause when our hearts are heavy, our minds are fractured, or our spirits feel like they’re unraveling. It keeps moving—unrelenting, unapologetic—demanding that we move with it. There’s no time to stop, no pause for repair, no moment of stillness where we can gently piece ourselves back together. The world doesn’t wait, even when we need it to. What makes this even harder is that no one really prepares us for it. As children, we grow up on a steady diet of stories filled with happy endings, tales of redemption and triumph where everything always falls into place. But adulthood strips away those comforting narratives. Instead, it reveals a harsh truth: survival isn’t glamorous or inspiring most of the time. It’s wearing a mask of strength when you’re falling apart inside. I...

A lot of people ask what men truly want, and the answer is really simple. A woman can’t fully honor and appreciate a man’s efforts if she doesn’t feel safe and secure with him. This is something we all need to understand. When a man creates that sense of safety, she will naturally give back love, care, and respect. When a man takes responsibility and shows up with honesty, he creates a space where his partner feels protected. This is what allows her to open up, to trust, and to love fully. She feels safe, not just physically, but emotionally too. And when a woman feels secure, she will treat her partner with admiration and kindness. She will see him as her rock, someone she can count on. It’s not about controlling the relationship or demanding respect. It’s about doing what’s right, being there for each other in both the good and tough times. When a man does that, he earns his partner’s love in a way that’s real and deep. She will honor him because she knows he’s got her back. Men ofte...

There’s a unique kind of pain in a goodbye that’s never spoken. It’s not the parting itself that lingers but the silence that follows—the questions left unanswered, the moments unresolved. These farewells, steeped in ambiguity, leave us suspended in a haze of emotions, caught between what was and what could have been. The absence of explanation becomes its own ache, an invisible weight that follows us. Yet within this discomfort lies an invitation—not just to grieve but to grow. Life rarely gives us the closure we crave. The human heart longs for certainty, for neat conclusions that allow us to move forward without hesitation. We seek reasons, hoping that clarity will somehow ease the pain. But when someone leaves without explanation, the narrative is left open-ended, and the mind races to fill the void. We replay conversations, reexamine memories, and question ourselves endlessly. Was it something we said or didn’t say? Was it avoidable? Could things have been different? Yet the truth...

Procrastination is not the absence of will—it’s the presence of pain, a quiet signal of a battle fought in silence. It’s not laziness; it’s the weight of an invisible storm pressing on the soul, a resistance born not from boredom but from unspoken wounds.   We procrastinate not because we don’t care but because we care so deeply that it immobilizes us. Each delayed task whispers a fear of failure, perfectionism masked as avoidance, or the simple exhaustion of a spirit too weary to carry the load. Procrastination is the heart’s way of pausing, asking, “Are you sure we’re ready for this?.” But here’s the breathtaking truth: it transforms once you meet it with understanding instead of judgment. Like a river unblocked, the energy that procrastination held captive begins to flow. It reveals that the time you thought you were wasting was time spent holding space for your own healing.   And then, almost like magic, it dissolves—not through force, but through love. You awake...