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

Creator of All, I am a seeing leaf on your tree, Your wisdom grows in me I contemplate your existence, and the world inside of me I render your name holy,  and give praise to Thee You shelter me- under your tent in my hour of need You light my path- when I am to blind to see You heal my open wounds, and clothe me in purity I sacrifice my heart- on Your alter joyfully to Thee I plant in this world- Your Kingdom's seed May it's trunk grow- into the heavens, and bare Your fruit and leaves Then my seeing eyes- behold! Your beautiful face inside of me

My very first memory is when I was two years old.  I was at the park with my mom, brother, and grandparents.  We are having a picnic.  I go to sit down at the picnic table and I sit on a bee. I scream and cry.  My grandma begins yelling.  The adults all are arguing.  We leave. It's not the bee sting that is of importance here, it is what happens next.  My grandma's negative reaction to the situation.  It would be the beginning of my deep emotional wounds.   My grandmother had a great impact on my pain body.  She was cold, unloving, and manipulated everyone around her. She controlled everything and everyone in my life, so it seemed.  Reflection on my grandmother, now I realize, that her rigidness and maliciousness aided my soul. It was a lack of love and acceptance that led me to seeking love within. From an early age I wanted a way out of suffering. Eckhart Tolle explains it best.  The pain-body is the accumulation of ol...

My words are out of control. I sow them, Weave them, But I have no control over them. They emerge from within me, Take me hostage, Command my hand, And with purpose write. The parts are all connected, But the artist I cannot see with the naked eye. Who is this that takes command over my body? Over my speech? Whomever she is is bound to this body, And her hidden mystery she desperately wants to unveil.

Anger isolates.  The only thing anger can do is destroy.  Anger cannot create anything.  It cannot create peace.  It cannot create understanding.  It cannot create harmony; it can only create conflict, war, discord, separation.  Even if we intellectually know these things, we all have enormous anger, why?  Do we all want peace?  Do we all want to feel connectedness?  We all want to feel love and we all want to love.  Anger is the obstacle, not the anger of others, but our own. Reference~ www.gnosticteachings.org

During the time you are practicing mindfulness, you stop talking- not only the talking outside, but the talking inside.  The talking inside is the thinking, the mental discourse that goes on and on and on inside.  Real silence is the cessation of talking- of both the mouth and of the mind.  This is not the kind of silence that oppresses us.  It is a very elegant kind of silence, a very powerful kind of silence.  It is the silence that heals and nourishes us. Reference~ Your True Home, Thich Nhat Hanh

This ballet of our souls finds expression in these bodies.  What is the fruit of Love's labor?  Is it not the expansion of our very being? Time has kidnapped our souls.  But a slave to love I choose, and willingly!  I will shed this body when all seasons end, and I will seek your face no more.  The fruit of forty thousand years- your love from the other side- calling me home.

A question was asked out of a lack of faith, "How do you know the Beloved's presence?" The Lover responded, "The soul of the wind did visit me. The Beloved disguised himself so He would be invisible to all, but me." Only the eye of spirit can catch the spirit of the wind. "And the soul of the wind did enter me.  And with His divine properties, He changed His form and set fire to my heart." When the Lover pleases her Beloved with supplications, her bondage becomes freedom- her pain turned into joy. "And the soul of the fire did melt my heart, and with His command fire became water. His water became my relief. And in all His forms, He revealed Himself inside of me.  My soul informed of His nature."

I was born in April, the year 1975.  My mother carried two babies in her womb.  I came out first.  My father says that when he held me in his arms for the first time, I was limp and didn't cry.  My brother, on the other hand, came out wailing. My father's trade was a carpenter and a photographer,  my mother a homemaker. Both were of the Christian faith. I was born under the sign of Taurus. The bull's positive qualities are strength of purpose, patience, steadfastness, practical, stable, and conviction. The bull's negative qualities are stubbornness, possessive, and uncompromising.