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

  From Journal Entry 1/16/2026 In the dream, he was “in town,” but it felt deeper than that…he was in my space, as if his energy had walked straight into my home. Others were around, but I felt this subtle pull, the way I used to when I sensed him without even looking. That knowing. I remember waking up outside in long, thick, green grass… disheveled, in just shorts and a sports bra. Vulnerable, unfiltered. I touched the grass; it felt grounding, real. And when I looked up, I saw him. Older now. Weathered in the way time shapes a soul. He was talking with others, but we kept catching each other in these moments where neither of us expected to be seen. At one point he watched me doing something silly, and I laughed and said, “You caught me.” That was always our dance…me watching him, him watching me, each pretending not to notice. Cat and mouse. A silent language. I then brushed my teeth in the bathroom—symbolic cleansing—turning off a leaking valve like I was regulating...

  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 pr...

From Journal Entry 8/22/20025   I'm lucid. I'm in a house with people I know. The time period is years ago, around the time when I met my twin flame. I was young, and he was just dating his current wife. She was there, too. They were in a back room together of a house. I was aware that I was in a past time period. I was holding a photograph in my hand. And the photograph was of the past that depicted that current time period and where I was. I was debating in my head whether I should go talk to him. I was a little scared. I told myself this is my chance. So, I go find him, and I tell him I need to talk to him in private. We go outside and I tell him that I'm actually from the future, and that a lot of time has passed. I show him the photograph. I tell him that we will be basically in a relationship for the next 30 years and it will be kind of complicated. A lot of it won't make sense because it's not a physical relationship, in 30 years from now it will make sense. ...

A thousand cuts inflicted on myself for your one Pain being the only true measurement  Of what was real  And yet so much remains unknown I may never know if you felt pain Pain of loving  The pain of remembering  And the pain of losing me But I did  And still do for you What has changed  Is that another love Has stepped in Taken your place Your memory still in me But no longer consumes me Sometimes I wonder If you sent him to me Because it was the only act of love You could do for me How strange love is It binds me to you And now to him Our fates all sealed And joined

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  She did not betray Her thoughts of him She wrote them all down Tucked safely in a drawer Where years from now She'd rediscover them And relive his memory  All over again

You broke us I did my best To keep our secrets You did your best At avoiding any interaction with me Knowing how it would end Maybe I was the one Too invested But we both had everything to lose The difference between you and me Is I take risks At any cost Not for love dear But for truth Living a lie was eating at my soul I set myself free And dug my own grave at the same time I am in a better place I'd like to think My actions helped you Even if it was just in the smallest way I just wanted you to be happy As you continue to hold tight to your secret I hope you know your secret is safe with me Take it to your grave dear If you like And bury it With all the lovely memories of me

  The words I want to say to you are sitting on my chest.  So many emotions I've carried around with me with no suitable place to go. I'm tired of feeling this way.. Loved but not loved, heard but not validated. There comes a point one gets to when the heavy grief that burdens the heart has to go somewhere.  I've come to that point of longing no more because my heart is numb. Carrying around a hope that one day you'll be real was killing me. This fictional love story is just that.. fiction. A woman needs more then the vague ghostly figure that visits her dreams.  I've been reminded of my value. I've been reminded that there is someone out there longing for a woman like me.. Free spirited,  fun loving, courageous,  and believes in magic. But even in the reminding, I'm left feeling like a piece of me is missing, and knowing in my core, you're the missing piece.  But, these days, I've reclaimed my power.  I choose now to leave that missing piece as a...

There was an unspeakable love  That hung in the air Between them She longed to see him again He buried his love In the deep recesses of his soul Little did he know That love can't be forgotten  Not by the heart  The heart has it’s own memory  Memories that then seap into the dreams Of those that are lost But not forgotten 

She let him Consume every inch Of her soul Nothing else mattered Death had no grip on her She'd die happily Feeling more alive Than she ever did She could close her eyes And fall into an eternal sleep Knowing that her thoughts of him Were always with her Even with eyes closed

she lay there long enough for her shadow to lengthen and her heart pain paralyzing her mind and body unable to move her eyes waterfalled  as she trembled knowing that in this lifetime  she'd never see him again she'd lay there until she was able to force herself to stand up and will herself to live again 

I've accepted you are no longer a part of my life even though it hurts like hell. I know there's a reason we met even though the gods seem cruel to me. Strange how your invisible love has led me to a better version of myself... I am healthier and happier.  I am better off because our paths crossed. There may be days when I am sad because of a fading memory of you resurfaces.. But I wouldn't change a thing. I know now I was holding on to you too tight. It was suffocating us both. You letting me go was the best thing you could of done for me. I found my own strength.. My love for myself.  I may never know a love like yours again and that's okay. But I will always have a place for you in my heart. Love is complicated and messy. I was a star-struck lover mystified when I met you.. Knowing in my heart our meeting was divine. I don't know how your life has been effected or if you're changed because of our encounter. I only hope it's been positive in the long run a...

" he never loved you" is what the voice in her head  told her he never admitted he loved her he never came forward  the haunting truth soaked the walls and twisted any past memories of him she moved on and smiled through the pain it was better than  the darkness that consumed her when her thoughts  lingered to long on him oh, how she loathed him and loved him at the same time  

When one encounters their twinflame  It feels like heaven has opened it's doors And God himself Is present It is that powerful  And that life changing The event Is a reunion With the other half of your soul Divinity sparks a flame in you When your eyes meet Blessed is the couple That are reunited After traveling down a road Searching for their other half Hundreds or thousands of years But always a heart space away 

a perfect light hits your face and my insides glow the way the sun plays with your features  makes your nature visible  but only to me my eyes were made to penetrate through you there is nothing else in my view as i watch the sunlight  dance in rhythm  with my heart's longings 

there was a lie buried in his chest he loved her all these years apart and the sting of that love  still haunts his days and keeps him awake at night he knows he has to tell her his truth or be buried in regret the rest of his life  

      i made room for your dreaming in me i let your ghost invade me in my slumber i made room for your thoughts  to reach my heart as i slept and upon awakening  always hoping  that tomorrow  you'd remember my name and all your insecurities  you'd put aside to call me so i could hear your voice  like i do when i'm dreaming of you but it's only in the witching hours that you invade my space and i'm reminded  again and again  you are not real but your ghost confused regards me as home

when he left he pulled all my emotions from me i wanted to say so much more than i did say to him i wanted him to stay and never leave so much i wanted from him and so much regret left in me not knowing if i should of said more or if i said too much  to push him away rejection sucks whether it's presented as a proper goodbye  or as a silent retreat into the unknown  and the one thing you're left with is a mouthful of regrets 

His silence was a lie Her resentment grew into a storm Saying nothing was oppression  in her mind Secret fantasies of revenge Played themselves out in her imagination  She believed He had a moral obligation  To speak up Her life was poisoned By his memory  And the wish to destroy him Nursed her fantasies  As she pushed back against oppression  Against a tyrant That never had the balls  To speak up And tell her his truth

Most people that experience the twin flame phenomena have never heard about it before it storms into their life.  Those wishing for it may want to be careful what they wish for.   It’s like discovering magic and then losing the wand.   It is your soul ripping you open, laying out every piece of you that you had hoped to never see again, and saying clean up this mess.  When you have, it rips you open again and says not good enough, do it again.   It’s love, confusion, heartbreak, and soul aching beauty to the sound of a thousand tears.   There’s a silent unimaginable connection that will convince you that you’re crazy, synchronicities that appear in such real yet unexplainable ways that you know you’re not crazy.   Unavoidable perfectly imperfect magnetic energy that will defy any logical reason you may have for not wanting to be with them. Its lust on crack, and hold the orgasm because their presence is a continual spiritual orgasm aka newly awakened k...