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

This dream came to me during my divorce, at a time when I felt emotionally raw, spiritually sensitive, and deeply aware of my twin flame connection. For years, I had felt his presence within me. During my divorce, I also had the feeling that something might be shifting in his own life and marriage. Part of me wondered whether he would finally reach out. But I was afraid of making the wrong decision. I did not want to interfere in his marriage. I did not want to reach out simply because I was becoming available. I did not want to force circumstances into becoming what I wanted them to be. I prayed about it. If we were ever meant to build a physical life together, I wanted it to happen because it was truly meant to happen. Not because I interfered, pushed, chased, or disrupted someone else's life. From Journal Entry  2018 He was driving a car. His wife was sitting in the passenger seat. I was sitting in the back. And suddenly I said: “I think the two of you should stay together.” The...

The Letters: My Daughter, My Kundalini Awakening, and the Words I Waited Years to Hear From journal entry August 20, 2017: My daughter rushed into the house and handed me the mail. There were three letters from him, my twin flame. The envelopes were decorated with large cursive writing in pencil. I opened one and saw his name. And the moment I saw his name, I collapsed onto the floor. I was shocked. I was in disbelief. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I cried because, finally, I had heard from him. At that time in my life, I had spent years hoping he would reach out to me. I wanted him to call. I wanted him to write. More than anything, I wanted him to tell me the truth. Whatever the truth was.  The silence had broken my heart because I had been left carrying so many unanswered questions. I didn’t necessarily need a perfect ending. I needed acknowledgment. I needed words. I needed to know that what I had experienced had meant something outside of my own heart. But those words never ...

When I wrote The Starry Princess, I wasn't simply writing a children's story about a little princess looking into a beautiful night sky. I was writing about the search for God. I was writing about the search that began inside of me when I was young—the longing to know that there was something beyond what my physical eyes could see. There has always been something inside of me that wanted to look behind the veil. I wanted to know: Who created all of this? What lies beyond the stars? What is behind this world that appears so solid and real? And perhaps most importantly: Who is the Beloved? That is the deeper meaning behind The Starry Princess. The Princess looks upward at the stars, but eventually she discovers that the stars themselves are not what she is searching for. Their beauty is pointing toward something greater. They are signs. They are doorways. They awaken the question. And the question eventually leads her inward. Throughout my own spiritual journey, prayer, meditatio...

 From Journal Entry 9/10/2026 The dream took place at work, on the dementia campus where I work. But one of the residents in the dream wasn't an actual resident. He was an older man who seemed to represent someone vulnerable, confused, and unable to recognize when something had become unsafe. There were several Instant Pots sitting out in the main area. They were boiling, and the contents were overflowing onto the counter. My immediate reaction was, We need to get these out of the way. We need to move them somewhere safer and clean this up. So that's exactly what we did. We moved the Instant Pots into the kitchen, an area that was more contained and separated from the residents. Then we got towels and cleaned up the mess. An Instant Pot is designed to contain pressure. And in my dream, the pressure had reached the point where things were boiling over. How often in life do we try to contain something for so long that eventually it has nowhere else to go? Emotions. Responsibiliti...

From Journal Entry 8/23/2026 I had a dream that involved my Twin Flame's wife. For context, my Twin Flame and I have had no communication since 2010. His wife and I knew each other many years ago. We weren’t close friends, but we were friendly and spent time together because our husbands at the time were friends and our children were around the same age.  Things changed after I opened up about my Twin Flame experience and began writing about the dreams and spiritual experiences I had surrounding him. Over the years, she appeared in my dreams many times. And she wasn't always happy with me. There were dreams where I felt her anger, her resentment, and even a sense that she wanted to physically confront me. In my dream world, she became a symbol of conflict surrounding this connection. So when she appeared in my dream recently, I immediately noticed something very different. She wasn't angry. She wasn't trying to hurt me. She wasn't even uncomfortable with me. She was...

   When I wrote Little Red Wagon Hitched to a Star, I knew I was creating a whimsical children's story about a little girl who dreams of magical worlds, rides the Milky Way on a magnificent black stallion, encounters dragons and mystical creatures, and follows her heart toward an unknown destiny. But, as with much of my writing, there is more beneath the surface. This little girl's journey is also a story about courage, purity, truth, devotion, and the power of dreams. Her little red wagon carries a sword of truth and a shield of purity…symbols of the inner strength she needs as she travels through the unknown. She learns that the things that may frighten her can also become part of her transformation. And then there is King Solomon. For me, his presence carries an esoteric meaning connected to the Song of Solomon and the mystery of the Beloved…the one who may be searching, hidden, or even appearing in a form we don't expect. This is where the story touches something very c...

  From Journal Entry 8/25/2026 Last night, I had a dream about a wolf. But this time, the wolf wasn't the powerful adult wolf I have encountered in my previous spiritual experiences. This time, the wolf was a baby. And somehow, that made the dream feel even more profound. The dream took place inside a house. It wasn't literally my house, but it felt like it was. It had that familiar feeling that dream houses sometimes have…as though the house represented a part of me, even though I couldn't recognize it as my physical home. And then the baby wolf came to me. I wasn't afraid. I reached out and began petting it. I wanted to take care of it. I wanted it to stay. But the little wolf took off. And then, somehow, it came back to me again. Again, I wanted to nurture it. I wanted to protect it. I asked it to stay. The significance of the Wolf to Me The wolf isn't a random animal in my dreams. For years, I have known the wolf as one of my animal spirit guides. The wolf has c...

  From Journal Entry 8/2/2026 This week marked an anniversary I hadn't consciously been thinking about until after I woke from a dream. Sixteen years ago, around this same time, I saw my twin flame for one of the last times before our paths separated. We haven't seen each other since 2010. Life has unfolded. His children have grown. My children have grown. The seasons have continued to change, and yet sometimes the soul remembers dates the mind forgets. In my dream, I was with his son, who is now an adult in real life. He had what looked like a roadster, although it wasn't really a roadster. It had no roof and appeared to be built from three different sections of cars that had somehow been pieced together into one vehicle. I wanted to go for a ride in it. Then my twin flame came outside. I remember asking him how he had built it. I was curious about which parts from different cars he had used to create this unusual vehicle. He answered me, but when I woke up, I coul...

  From Journal Entry 7/23/2026 I had a dream about my grandmother, who has passed away, and my father. The dream took me back to my childhood home and the property where I grew up. My father was there, along with my uncle and other family members. Then, my father was leaving. There was something about that scene that felt deeply familiar. My father left when I was nine years old and I did not see him for two years. His leaving wounded me deeply as a child. It was an experience that became a part of my emotional history, something that stayed with me long after I grew up. Now, many years later, my father is leaving again. He and his wife have decided to sell their house and belongings and move to Tennessee to be closer to her family. This decision has brought up many thoughts and emotions for me, especially because it echoes something from my childhood that I have never forgotten. At the same time, I understand that my father is going to make his own decisions. Spiritually, I have l...

From Journal Entry: April 2000 In the dream, I was a Black boy around the age of ten or twelve. I lived in a fishing village, and it was one of my happiest memories. We lived in the simple days near the shore. Our village was small. The men in the village were fishermen, and my father taught me everything there was to know about fishing. It wasn't simply a job; it was our way of life. The women in the village often baked bread. This was done every Saturday. A loaf of bread would be placed on the windowsill. The bread was meant to invite the good spirits into our home. It was our way of welcoming the Sabbath. That was our day of rest. The day we set aside to praise God. On the night of the Sabbath, the villagers gathered around a fire. We shared our stories and our dreams. It was a sacred time to reflect upon our ancestors and to remember who we were as a people. Our ancestors had left behind their truth and wisdom within the land itself. It was carved into every rock and every ston...

  From Journal Entry 7/14/2026 I saw a woman standing alone in a vast desert beneath a brilliant blue sky. The landscape was peaceful, open, and beautiful. She had intentionally driven there, parked her car, and walked out into the stillness. There was no one around her for miles. Yet as I watched from above, there was an overwhelming knowing that she wasn't truly alone. Something knew exactly where she was. More unsettling than that, it knew why she was there. That was the part that startled me awake. For years, we've talked about technology knowing our location. Our phones can navigate us. Our vehicles can transmit data. Smart devices learn our routines. Cameras are becoming more intelligent. Artificial intelligence is beginning to recognize patterns in our behavior in ways that would have seemed impossible only a few years ago. None of that is particularly surprising anymore. But what happens when technology moves beyond observing what we do and begins drawing conclusions ab...

  From Journal Entry 7/2/2026 In the first part of the dream, I found myself on a desert road. I wasn't desperately searching for my twin flame, but I knew he was somewhere nearby. There was an expectation that our paths would cross. Then I received a message that stopped me in my tracks: I had missed him by three minutes. He had driven by in an older white pickup truck, and our meeting never happened. Three minutes. Such a small amount of time, yet it represented an entire lifetime. The desert has always reminded me of spiritual journeys. It is a place where distractions disappear and where God often speaks in the silence. Perhaps the desert road symbolized the long path our souls have traveled…sometimes together spiritually, yet separated physically by circumstances and timing. The older white pickup truck also felt symbolic. White often represents peace, purity, and spiritual truth. The older truck reminded me of the past, of a life that continued moving forward even when our pa...

From Journal Entry: June 20, 2002 In the dream, there was a brother and sister named Elise and Ben. They were deeply in love with one another. When their friends discovered the nature of their relationship, everyone was shocked. Yet Elise and Ben felt no shame about their feelings. They openly accepted their bond despite the reactions of those around them. At the time I had this dream, my husband and I had friends whose names were Elise and Ben. In waking life, they were married. Because of that, I initially assumed the dream was somehow connected to them. The dream was strange, memorable, and symbolic, but I had no idea what it meant. Then something unexpected happened. Not long after having this dream, I accepted a position as a nanny for a Jewish family. Their two children were named Aliza and Ben. When I first heard their names, I immediately thought back to my dream. Aliza was a baby, and I absolutely fell in love with her. Caring for her awakened something deep within me. In many...

At first glance, Spirit Woman and the Great Roar is a simple bedtime story filled with wonder, courage, and adventure. It follows Spirit Woman as she leaves the safety of the world above to answer a mysterious roar calling to her from below. Drawn by curiosity and something deeper she cannot explain, she takes a leap of faith into the unknown and discovers a destiny greater than herself. Yet beneath the surface lies a profound spiritual message for adults. Spirit Woman represents the soul before incarnation. The eternal part of ourselves that exists beyond the physical world. The "world above" symbolizes the spiritual realm, a place of divine connection, wisdom, and unity. When Spirit Woman hears the Great Roar, she is hearing the call of destiny, the voice of life itself summoning her into a new experience. The elders warn her of "The Great Fall." Spiritually, this mirrors the soul's descent into physical existence. Many ancient traditions speak of the soul lea...