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

  An Awakening Through Memory, Letting Go, and the Fire of Transformation Originally recorded April 2, 2002 Recently, while revisiting my old journals and writings, I came across an astral projection I experienced on April 2, 2002. It has been more than 24 years since I recorded this experience, and yet, reading it again, I find myself discovering new layers of meaning. Over the years, I have learned that dreams and astral experiences sometimes reveal their deeper significance long after they occur. What we understand at one stage of our lives may take on an entirely different meaning as we grow spiritually. This particular astral projection unfolded in three distinct experiences. Looking back, I believe they were connected, each flowing into the next, revealing something about attachment, acceptance, and ultimately, spiritual transformation. And at the heart of it all was an extraordinary vision of a dragon and an angel written across the heavens. Part One: Returning to My Childho...

As my daughter, Nevaeh approaches her nineteenth birthday on November 1, 2026, I find myself reflecting on a beautiful dream I had about her before she was even born. Just eighteen days before her birth, I recorded a dream in my journal that has taken on a deeper meaning for me nearly nineteen years later. What makes this dream so special is not simply that I dreamed of my daughter before meeting her in the physical world. It is the feeling of recognition that took place between us. As though we already knew one another. As though there was something familiar between our souls that needed no introduction. From Journal Entry 10/14/2007 In my dream, Nevaeh had already been born. Everyone had met her before I arrived, and I remember feeling anxious and eager to see my baby girl. When I finally came to see her, something beautiful happened. She instinctively knew who I was. Without hesitation, she came crawling toward me. I remember her extraordinary blue-green eyes and her beautiful brown...

  A Christmas Eve Dream, a Lost Beloved, and the Spiritual Warrior Who Emerged from the Darkness I had a dream of a mysterious woman who identified herself as Freyja, the Norse goddess of love, beauty, fertility, war, and death. At the time, I could not have imagined how profoundly my life was about to change. Nearly ten years later, while revisiting my handwritten dream journals, I discovered a detail that suddenly brought the entire dream into focus. Christmas Eve was my wedding anniversary. And Christmas Eve 2016 would be the last one my husband and I would spend together. In January 2017, only weeks after the dream, my husband left. What followed would become one of the darkest and most transformative periods of my life. And now, looking back, I believe the woman who appeared in my dream was revealing something extraordinary…not necessarily about someone coming to rescue me, but about the powerful woman who was preparing to emerge from within me. From Journal Entry 12/24/2016 I...

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...