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

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 2/22/2014 It is an older time - buildings are rustic , roads are all dirt, everyone is dressed in ancient cloth- like garments. There are two groups . One of men and the other of women. A youn g white woman kneels down . She is allowing someone to cut her long hair. The woman gave her life over to God and committed to the monastic life .   A young w hite man has arrived with nothing but the clothes on his back and has also committed his life over to God . E ven though the man and the woman are in proximity of each other, they have not yet recog nized the ir connection. They both have the same longing in th eir hear t and are destined to meet . E ach reflecting back the wisdom and truth to the other. In this dream, my consciousness is witnessing this event from above. I see the drama play out and feel the longing and love that this man and woman have for the Lord. It is very powerful and moving. I also am aware of their meeting that is to t...

From Journal Entry 12/2/2011 It is France and the year is 1342.  There is a couple in their mid to late 20's.  They are watching an erotic play.  She spoke up and said it was artful and that the woman in the play sang beautifully. He wasn't suppose to be with her. They were from different social classes. She was from money and he was not.  He was taken into custody by a group of men and found guilty for a crime he did not commit.  The punishment was torture.  He was tortured in front of a crowd and she watched in horror from a distance. They were in love- he didn't complain about being tortured and she wanted justice. Although most ordinary individuals are unaware of it, we exist in a constant play of cosmic forces.  When one becomes aware of this play, and then is able to consciously participate in the play of spiritual forces.  Metaphysically speaking, every move we make, circumstance, event in our lives, every thought, imagination, feeli...

My husband and I were going through a rough time in our marriage. I had prayed for insight to our problems and this is the dream I had. In my mind's eye I could see his face throughout the dream. Both men represent aspects of my husband. From Journal Entry 12/4/2008 I'm in the Middle East, late 1800's. I'm there for a short time. I have traveled here by myself from the states. I am there as a journalist. I have a fiance in the states. I don't want to marry him. He has political power. He is controlling and very charming. The ruler of the country I am in notices me. He tries to persuade me to stay with him. I don't wish too. There are merchant tents in the hub where I'm at. I walk around to look at dresses. A Victorian dress catches my eye. It is ruby red. I try the dress on. I see this as my wedding dress. I take it off and cry. When it is time for me to leave, the ruler of the country tries to stop me. He sends his men after me. I wake up. I knew this w...