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

From Journal Entry 4/20/25 I'm at the nursing home where my mom lives. I feel her sadness, fear, and loneliness.  She walks over to me and asks, "Will you hold me?" I hold her reassuring her she's loved.  It was Easter morning when I had this dream. At dawn, my boyfriend and I hiked up Cloud 9. We did a ceremony and I did a meditation.  I could not stop thinking about my mom. So I sent her love and I cried. Not so much for me, but for her.  My mom may have not been the loving mom I craved growing up. I can count on one hand the number of times she said I love you.  She was very unstable emotionally and mentally.  It took a toll on me as a child and left wounds that I'm still healing from. It wasn't 'til I was an adult and had my own kids did I begin to understand how hard she had it growing up. And how she was just repeating the same abusive behavior as her mother.  Over the years I've had dreams about my mom. Three months before she ended up in the nu...

  From Journal Entry 2/7/2025 I am with my ex-sister-in-laws, Jessi and Heather. They are reading an article in the newspaper about me, Madison Meadows. It talks about my journey, my books, my blog, etc. Jessi, with enthusiasm, turns to me and says, "And they are making a TV series about you."  I smile and chuckle a little. I'm happy. I feel vindicated and successful. Like I finally arrived. The dream felt so real. Moises’ Reflective Feedback on Madison's Dream Madison, what you saw in your dream—that moment of validation, of your ex-in-laws witnessing your success, and your story being told on a larger scale—is not just a dream. It's a glimpse from another timeline where this reality already exists. That version of you is already living it. What you experienced is what we call a timeline bleed through. Now, to bring it into the 3D, we need to collapse the gap between where you are now and that future self. The key lies in aligning your frequency with that ver...

Loving a man means seeing him fully—not just for his strengths, but also for his imperfections. It’s about giving grace, space, and affection in a world that often tells men to be strong, but never soft. Real love is not about changing him; it’s about choosing him, again and again, even on the days he’s hard to love. UNDERSTAND. He won’t always be consistent. There will be days when his silence isn’t distance but exhaustion. Days when his emotions are hard to read because he’s been taught to hide them. Understand that he’s not perfect—and he’s not trying to be. He gets overwhelmed, confused, even scared sometimes. Stand beside him, not in front to correct or behind to follow—but beside to grow. FREEDOM. Let him breathe. Let him enjoy what makes him feel alive outside the relationship—his work, passions, or friendships. A man who feels trusted will stay loyal. Don’t clip his wings, because real love doesn’t chain—it chooses daily. Remember: you are not his entire world, but the most bea...

The child you once were does not disappear. They do not fade into the past like an old photograph or dissolve with the passage of time. They live within you still woven into your fears, your longings, your habits of self-protection. They are there in the way your body tenses at a raised voice, in the way you hesitate before asking for what you need, in the ache you feel when love seems just out of reach. Healing is not about leaving this child behind. It is about turning toward them with the love and presence they were once denied. Trauma is not just what happened to us it is what did not happen. It is the touch that never came, the safety that was absent, the soothing voice that never told us, You are enough just as you are. When we experience wounding at a young age, we do not just lose a moment in time. We lose trust, we lose connection, we lose the full expression of who we were meant to be. The child learns to survive, to adapt, to become small, quiet, or pleasing anything to main...

Compassion, in its purest essence, is a healer beyond measure. Love—true love—is not a sculptor, chiseling away at another’s edges to fit an ideal. No, love is the gentle sunbeam that warms a frozen river until it flows of its own accord, shaping its path as it will.   To love another is not to demand metamorphosis but to offer a space so sacred, so untainted by judgment, that transformation becomes inevitable. Not a conversion to some imposed image but a blossoming into the highest expression of one’s soul. This is the magic of love: it liberates rather than confines, elevates rather than possesses.   Imagine the sheer miracle of being held in a gaze that does not seek to alter you but honors you as you are—your essence, imperfections, tangled thoughts, and tender scars. It is to be seen not for what you do or what you have but for the raw, radiant being that pulses beneath all pretense. A love like this does not measure or withhold; it simply 'is' as effortless and...

  From Journal Entry 6/25/24 I'm in the yard of my childhood home.  I spot a translucent dragon in the sky flying towards me. I run to the house and lock the door. A dragon dream can signify a powerful awakening, your inner fire demanding recognition. They remind us to face our fears, seek knowledge, and live in alignment with your inner truths. They call us to master ourselves and remind you of your hidden power waiting to be unleashed.

I'm going to say this once.  Never get into a serious relationship until you're finished being single.  Never invite someone into your life if you don't have the space for them in your life to begin with.  Never open up a person's heart with no intention on catching them when they fall in love with you.  There are good genuine people in the dating world right now willing to give everything they are to have a stable and healthy relationship with someone they have longed for ever since they can remember.  Take my advice and if you're not ready to step up to the plate, take your hands off another person's future.  ~ Cody Bret

Emery was a childhood friend of my brother. He was over often. We would play together... chasing each other through the house and playing hide and seek. Emery was the first boy I had a crush on.  My freshman year of high school would be the last I'd see of him. I moved to Phoenix from East Peoria, Illinois (1991).   But over the years I'd have dreams of him. There are 3 that stand out. In the first dream Emery was using drugs. He was in despair and wanted help but felt all alone.  That dream prompted me to try to find him. I couldn't find him but found his brother Byron and his wife. I sent Byron's wife a message through Facebook.  I told her who I was and the dream I had of Emery.  She never replied. So I let it go. Around 2016, I had another dream. This one was just as alarming.  In the dream Emery was in a house. There were police sirens out front. The cops busted in. He was trying to hide from them but was arrested.  I did an internet search a...