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

It seems Darling I have made myself miserable to what is or is not to come. I fret and worry about never seeing you again. All of this worrying has made me so tired. I am a heap of mud- stuck in my own thinking. Oh, next time we meet up in our night wanderings- do tell my soul not to fret! All is well! Affectionately, Sapphire

In the early morning of April 24, 2015, my birthday, I had the following dream about my Dear Old Friend: I was at my best friend's farm from childhood. I am looking for her. I find her and she says she was with her horse. The farm house, the barn, everything vibrated with radiant colors. It put my soul at ease and brought me such joy. My best friend, Jill, grew up on a farm with pigs, cows, horses, dogs, and cats. As a child I spent a lot of time at the farm. My favorite memories is of us horseback riding. We galloped through open pastures and rode on trails through the woods.  In the woods, we discovered what seemed to feel like, a secret entrance into the spiritual realm. Where nature and humans harmonize and time slips away. We would ride horses all day exploring every inch of the woods.  When I left Illinois, at the age of 15, my heart was heavy. She was the one I would miss the most. Her love and passion for horses greatly reflects my old friend's soul - unbridle...

Your hidden nature stays secret inside of you. Quietness is bottled up and it's scent reaches my soul. My inner ear hears words you have never spoken. My inner eye sees the sun bursting from your chest. And I start writing words that only you and I  know the meaning of. Your hidden nature stays secret inside of me.

The day comes when you will run out of sunlight and get stuck in a grave; which measures the width of your shoulders (plus elbow room) and length enough to wiggle your toes (if you weren't dead). Oh Fool, find the Companion before you run out of sunlight. The One that guides your soul in the spirit world. Don't make a room for your corpse. Rather dissolve into nothingness. The world's passages to narrow for soul lovers.

The Exhale For Mercy Prayer has always been a path for union with God. The inhale breath communicates our longing to God. There are nine levels of prayer leading to union. They were established by Father Archimandrite Ilie Cleopa. The prayer of the lips The mouth The tongue The voice The mind The heart The active prayer The all seeing prayer The contemplative prayer The exhale breath is the cry for mercy. If my prayer is sincere and my longing great, then it is always accompanied by an outpouring of tears. In the sacred space of emptiness, I have created intimacy with God. There is a presence felt and colors of soft pastel green and/or pink descend from above into my crown chakra. It is this experience that validates the mercy given freely from the Holy Spirit, and my tears become tears of gratitude.  Reference~ Sophia Rising, Monette Chilson  

From Journal Entry: 9/20/2015   I am in the city surrounded by gloom and doom. I thought about how I need to write down all of my mystical experiences for my children. From the demon encounters to the messages from divine beings. How I need to instill in my children that you need to cling to God to get through this life. I am really sad thinking that my life is mostly suffering from beginning to end. With faith, I extended my arm up towards the heavens and prayed with commandment and unshakable faith. And the darkness of the city did part as I prayed to God. There was a great pause during the transition from darkness to light. It was the breath of silence- the sacred space where God's presence is known to man. God's presence I felt inside of me and outside.  I spoke to Him, addressing Him as Father. And said, "God, Light I don't want to see darkness all around me. I don't want to feel like there's always a storm over me. Father I cannot continue on ...

Sitting in the corner is an old man. He is cracked, humbled, full of wisdom. I gaze into His eyes and another dimension opens up. He sees into me, he peers into my soul. There is no exactness to this science. The cloud of unknowing parts and I see clearly: How is it the old man is me? I am Him?  There is a place where everything disappears from existence, and the dance of life and the dancer are one in the same.

~ A man may be born, but to be born he must first die, and in order to die, he must first awake. -Carl Sandburg ~ Many people live lives of quiet desperation and go to their graves with the song still in them. - Henry David Thoreau ~ There is nothing that will not reveal its secrets if you love it enough. -George Washington Carvel ~ Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing. -Salvador Dali ~ Doing what you want to do is life. And there is no real satisfaction in living if you are compelled to be forever doing something which we do not like to do, and can never do what we want to do. The desire to do it is the proof that you have within you the power to do it. -Tennessee Williams ~ Dreams are born in your heart and mind, and only there can they ever die.    -Art Berg ~ Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them during the night before they get away. -Earl Nightingale ~Be...