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

Our book writes itself.  We give reverence to its revealings by dropping to our knees.  The prayer mat under our feet is our heart.  We remain true to its whisperings and make disciples out of the unbelievers.

From one moment to the next, I change my mind about you- from clinging to you to pushing you far away. I delight in your memory and toil in its goneness. From one moment to the next,  I wish to draw you near my heart; then I change my mind and wish to be free of you. I am constantly changing my position on you. I am a changing thing with no roots. Forms gather attachments; love is just a word that clings. I cling to change and changing myself is all I have to offer you. What else is love if it does not expand? I would be bored with myself and you if I remained unchanged.

Beloved, What are you waiting for my love?  Are you to paralyzed in fear to speak?  Do you doubt your earth walk is divine love?   When will the day come that you unleash your heart on mine?  When will the sorrows of your yesterdays be buried in their proper resting place?  Speak to me and I will be humbled at your revealings.  Speak to me the language of an ancient friendship between two hearts.  The moon appears as a sliver but the fullness of its becomings is us.  Have you forgotten this truth?  You are wise beyond your years.  Perhaps you stay away for good reason.  To hell with reason!  My soul cries out, "Stir me up, turn me inside out!  I want to see beyond this pasture.  I want to see next year's language!" Your Darling

Bawa meets the Angel of Death.   This is his mystical experience with the Angel of Death. I saw that the Angel of Death had four faces; one face was black, one was the face of milk, one was the face of fire, the other face was looking at a tree all the time.   I greeted him saying, “May the peace of God be with you.”   When I looked at him, I found that the whole world was within his eyes, every life was within his eyes. When I looked at the face of milk, it was a beautiful face.   I looked at the face of fire, and it was burning like fire.   The black face was very dark, and the fourth face was turned towards the tree.   As the souls came toward him, he stretched his hand out and grabbed them.   There was a huge mountain of souls. Then I spoke to the Angel of Death.   He said, “Look at my eyes.   The whole world is within my eyes.   I do the work given to me by Allah.   There is no soul that can escape my eye...

There are many becomings that lie ahead.  If I trust this love then I become love- timeless and free- moving towards eternity.  The becomings of eternity are unexplored regions of my heart.  If I brave the sea of infinity I will discover a new truth and a new passage in my heart that leads to you.  I will see with clarity that any movement on my part is movement towards you.  I will know with certainty that which my heart already knows; that my life unfolding is you.

There is no rest under the sun. There is only toil and darkness. The shadows linger on the ground-    my grave empty. This is the place of decaying things. The light that does enter fades    into the west sky. It permeates my existence. Is my life of any value to anyone? Who will remember me when I am    buried in my grave? There is no rest under the sun. My heart longs for you. I toil day and night searching for you. I call your name but get no response. I came into this world to claim your love. Here I am! Hungry my soul is to be with you. This world has torn us apart,    and only death will offer relief for me. On the other side I will meet you,    and never depart from your side again.  

Your love, from before the beginning of time, is my soul- it's my very self. Your love is the treasure of my weak, begging heart. Perhaps your beauty has been far from me- but the vision of your face has stayed with me always. Reference~ Sultan Walad

There are two kinds of love, illusionary and real, false and true.  False love eludes, frightens, and confuses us. True love is sublimely simple, for unlike false love that has many desires real love has but one aspiration: To Share.  False love is jealous. False love tells lies. False love is boastful. False love pays lip service. False love is insecure. False love deceives. False love is greedy. False love makes demands. False love clings. False love smothers. False love is guilty. False love "turns me on." False love is placed on pedestals. False love is paid for with dead mink. False love divorces. False love complains. False love is convenient. False love looks out for number one. False love reads like a grocery list: False love runs on empty. False love is hate. Reference~ Kabbalah for the Layman by Rav Berg