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

 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 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: 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...

  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...