From Journal
Entry 12/3/2025
I haven’t
seen my twin flame since 2010. Fifteen years. Yet the dreamscape continues to
be where our souls meet, communicate, and update each other beyond the
restrictions of this physical world. My spiritual blog began as a dedication to
him… so he always has a place to find me, to understand me, to keep up with my
healing, even if he chooses the distance in waking life. It has now grown into
something much larger. I reach thousands of souls every month from all over the
world.
Here's another dream that felt like another chapter in that story...
I started on
a stage…literally performing. Something work‑related, something public. I could
sense eyes watching, but not in a critical way. More like witnessing. Noticing.
Silent understanding. When I looked out, my twinflame was in the audience, and
so was his wife. They weren’t front and center. They were settled into the
crowd, watching quietly. Observing. There was no judgment. No pressure. Just
presence.
Suddenly I
was back home, folding laundry and cleaning up…doing the simple, grounding
tasks that represent everyday life. Bringing order to the inner world. Clearing
emotional spaces. And that’s when he showed up.
My twinflame
“popped in” to visit A...my ex-husband. In the dream, it felt like A and I were
still married even though we aren’t in real life. That part of the dream
symbolized old cycles, past versions of myself, old emotional identities. He
walked in with the ease of someone who knew where he stood. He told A he was
renovating an apartment complex. A big job.
Renovation…
Healing… Rebuilding…
It was
symbolic of his own inner work. Multiple rooms. Multiple levels. Multiple
layers of his life under construction.
I was in the
bathroom peeing—another symbol of emotional release, cleansing, truth. I heard
his voice outside the door. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Peeing,” I
replied.
Then it hit
me who it was.
“Oh. It’s
you.”
This moment
was important. It shows how his presence comes through so naturally that my
soul recognizes him even before my mind does.
And then the dream shifts and my
twinflame walked over to me. He touched my arm gently. A soft, intentional caress.
“You’re precious,” he said. And then he said it again. You’re precious.
The way he
said it…the way he touched me… It felt like soul-language. Like he wasn’t
talking to my body or my ego…he was talking directly to my essence.
Before that,
A had kissed me in front of him. On purpose. Almost like trying to stake a
claim or mark old territory. But my twinflame didn’t react. He just remained steady.
Present. Unbothered.
It felt like
symbolic closure…my past testing the energy of my present. And my twin flame
standing in a version of himself that wasn’t threatened by who I used to be or
the relationships I’ve had.
He told me he
was in town for the weekend. That detail stood out. It meant his energy was
closer than usual. Visiting. Reconnecting. Checking in.
In the dream
I thought about my new job. The concert I worked. The fact I forgot to clock
in. All of that represented my focus on my own life and purpose…busy, evolving,
growing. And he saw that. He looked good in the dream. Confident. Solid.
Mature. The most grounded version of him I’ve seen in dreamscape.
Before he
left, I saw a tiny kitten…white and gray. Innocent. Soft. Pure. I kissed it and
smooshed it gently.
This kitten
was me. My inner child. My softness. My divine feminine energy. Me loving the
kitten symbolized me loving myself. Honoring my heart. Being gentle with my own
soul. It was also an energetic message to him. A soft, affectionate
acknowledgment. Not chasing. Not grabbing. Just love.
This dream
felt like reunion energy…not physical, but spiritual. A harmonizing of
timelines. A maturing of the connection.
The dream
revealed: I’m in my purpose. I’m no longer chasing. I’m grounded and
emotionally whole. He’s rebuilding his life. His energy is more confident,
healed, and present. The connection is active and aligning again. We’re doing
our dance again, but at a higher frequency.
Fifteen years
apart, and the bond still moves, still breathes, still sends messages through dreamscape.
The dream wasn’t about longing. It was about recognition. It was about him
seeing me. It was about me seeing myself. And in the middle of it all… him
touching my arm… him saying it twice… “You’re precious.”
A reminder, a
message, a mirror. A whisper from his soul to mine. And I felt it.
All My Light
and Love
Madison
Meadows