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

  From Journal Entry 2/14/2026 I had a powerful dream involving my son and his girlfriend. In the dream, their apartment caught on fire. Flames often symbolize intense change, transformation, or emotional transitions, and because the apartment represented their living space, it felt deeply connected to their current stage of life … building their future together, stepping further into adulthood, and creating a life of their own. Even though the apartment was burning, something important stood out: everyone made it out safely. Their dog escaped, I was able to rescue their cat, which appeared unusually large in the dream, almost emphasizing how important it was that it be protected. And there was a strong sense that, despite the chaos, life itself was preserved. When we returned to look at the damage, the Sheriff’s Department had arrived, their truck parked outside while people carefully looked through the apartment and assessed what remained. That presence felt symbolic of order...

Some dreams are warnings. In 2012, I had two powerful dreams about the exploitation of women involving powerful people involved in human trafficking. I wrote them down. Published, Stringing Beads in 2013. Did the dreams foreshadow the Epstein Files? At the time, I didn’t fully understand why these dreams came so intensely. But here we are, years later, as global trafficking networks continue to be exposed. My journal entries now feel more relevant than ever.  If you are drawn to prophetic dreams, spiritual insight, or the truth behind human trafficking awareness, I invite you to read and decide for yourself what these visions may have been revealing. Download your copy here>> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MEGHT6Y

  ​They say that turtles carry their homes on their backs, moving through the world at a pace that refuses to be rushed. I’ve always felt a deep connection to that. For twenty-five years, I shared my life with a desert tortoise. A quarter-century of slow, steady companionship. When I eventually had to give him away, that love for tortoises and turtles stayed with me. ​Years ago, while visiting my mom in Hannibal, Missouri, I found a beautiful turtle ring. It was the perfect souvenir…a tiny, silver reminder of my roots, my mom, and the tortoise I’d loved for so long. ​But then, life got a little complicated. ​Two years ago, I traveled to Kalamazoo, Michigan. I was visiting a friend…someone I thought at the time might be a soulmate. It was one of those "Person of Interest" chapters where you’re trying to see if the pieces fit. ​As it turns out, the romantic spark didn't catch, though we remained friends. But as I flew back home from that trip, I realized with a he...

  From Journal Entry 2/3/20 26 ​ ​ I was deep in a dream when I heard a distinct, rhythmic knock. It wasn't a heavy thud, but that sharp, familiar sound of knuckles hitting a screen door. It was so clear that I sat upright, my heart racing, convinced someone was standing on my porch in the middle of the night. ​ I got up and walked through the quiet house, checking the door, only to realize... there was no one there. It was just the wind. The wind was literally catching the door and creating a perfect, persistent knock. ​ As I stood there in the dark, a strange feeling washed over me. It wasn't fear. It was relief. ​ In the spiritual world, wind is often seen as Pneuma—the breath of spirit, a messenger of change. And if I’m being honest, change is exactly what’s knocking on my door right now. ​ My youngest child is graduating high school. For years, the sounds of my home have been the beautiful chaos of raising children…doors slamming, laughter, footsteps, and con...