Monday, June 18, 2018


A little while ago I met a woman who’d put up a store in town with spiritual things. She did Reiki and Tarot readings, and sold books and crystal balls and such. (I said “did” because the store closed soon.)
She is really quite bright, and highly perceptive.
I signed up for a course studying some of those things, with a group of other customers. If nothing else it was a good way of getting out and meeting more people. And it was fun. Although I did not have much talent for most of it.

But I’m realising that it really does not have much at all to do with real Spirituality. Spirit is not fortune telling or contacting ghosts. Spirit is outside the universe. You have spirit once you have fully contacted your emotional reasons for hanging onto this illusory world.

What is normally seen as “spirituality”, just like religion, science, and most other things, is simply just one more way of trying to control this chaotic world we find ourselves in. It is not really a way towards Awakening or Liberation.

Also, I found that most of the people who were there were just terrified of... everything. Ghosts, evil influences, etc. Even the teacher, who was clearly quite powerful, spent half her time protecting herself against all kinds of things. If she forgot, apparently she got badly hurt by ghosts and such all the time, even physically. Fear, fear, fear, always ruling this dream.

By the way, it’s not that I don’t think it’s real. The Oija board clearly worked. We got clear answers from some of the presences, and there was no way any of us could have controlled the glass.

Wild waters

I think some of us are not happy unless we are swimming always by the most direct route we can, even if the sea gets so wild we are almost drowning.

Monday, May 28, 2018

 “Your special loves are simply idols in which you seek to get what you feel is lacking in yourself. Romance is a vain attempt to fill an imagined emptiness—a hole that doesn’t really exist, but that you experience as a result of the separation. That sense of lack can really only be healed by the Atonement and salvation, leading you to the wholeness of your oneness with God.”

- The Disappearance Of The Universe

Any love for somebody or something, above other persons or creatures or things, is of the ego, not Source.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Snow’s Story one

Snow’s Story
 by Eolake Stobblehouse 

The universe is an awakening machine, designed to take us from near-unconsciousness back to reunion with Source, or God.

 Everything, “good” or “bad”, that we do or experience, is part of this process.

 And we are now far closer to the end than to the beginning.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

More on fear

Fear is a colossal presence in our lives. In fact the whole universe is based on it, and designed to handle it. When the last drop of fear has been faced, we can see that we are with God.

Rational and kind people often think “why do people...!?” And the answer is usually simply, Fear.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Don’t resist, only un-believe

I just had a great realisation: the reason why the Course is only about Thought, not about Action...

 ... is because the point is NOT to RESIST the ego, it is to UN-BELIEVE the ego!

 In fact if you resist the ego too much, you may just reinforce your belief in it.

 The point is just to observe it as it’s happening, and watch the absurdity of it, thus gradually stopping believing in it.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

What Self wants

- You have exactly what you want. But it is possible to be confused about what one wants. -

 Funny, I thought this was a pretty precise ACIM quote, but I don’t find it by search engine. Anyway, I believe it, and I’ve been thinking about it recently, because I’ve become more and more, and viscerally, aware of how much my Self loves and desires suffering. And by that it’s clear that I won’t be free so long as I still have that idiotic belief, and that I *will* be free once that belief is fully released.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Seeing this world for realsies

These days I’m a student of non-duality (nondualism). I believe that only one thing, god and ourselves, are real, nothing else is, including the physical world. It does not exist. And what is real is one thing, no divisions.

I actually got my first perception of it almost twenty years before I had even heard of the concept. I remember being at home and thinking about what it was I really really wanted.

I got the perception that what I wanted was... A Sort Of Warmth. I’m sure it’s the same as some call Love, some call Spirit, some call... so many things. I had always found it in beauty and art.

That day I looked for it in my mind’s eye in all of the universe, and I saw and felt that nothing there was it, and that nothing I looked for was even... solid. It did not feel real to me. It was not real.

But I could feel that this warmth was real, it was there somewhere, and I continued my quest for it.

Some call it God, some call it Infinity, some call it The Universe. I believe now what I’m taught, that one can gradually shift one’s attention from The World Of Form to The World Of God or Love, and eventually one will arrive there.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Eolake uplifting dreams

I had some trouble (Google is acting up on me, not showing posts half the time, very odd) finding my old favorite posts about uplifting dreams I've had. So I have collected them into one document, and I'm reposting them all in one post here:


Lucid dreaming

"All your time is spent in dreaming. Your sleeping and your waking dreams have different forms, and that is all. Their content is the same."

I had an amazing experience the other night. I'm not sure if it will seem extraordinary to anybody else, but to me it really was.

I was dreaming in the night, and it was just about walking around in my old home town with some friends and having various experiences. But it was parts of the town I had not seen before, and since I know every inch of it, I knew it was not real.

Whether for that reason for inspiration, I became aware that I was dreaming. And I became aware that I might wake up, but not necessarily immediately, and it did not matter.

The really amazing thing, though, was that the dream and everything in it was astoundingly detailed. It was every bit as detailed as what I see in "reality" every day. Perhaps even more, I think my eyesight was better in the dream.

It was a fantastic experience to walk around in this world which I knew was a dream, and yet it continued, and yet it was fully as detailed and real-looking as anything I'd ever seen.

It might not be proof that "reality" is actually a dream. I don't know if that can be "proved". But it can't be proved that it's real either. Any proof you need to prove that it's real, you can also dream up!

But it did prove to my personal satisfaction that a dream can seem at least as real and detailed as what we call reality, and therefore there's no reason, apart from emotional necessity, to assume that reality is not a dream.

A colorful dream

I had another lucid dream. Like the first one, it was totally real and detailed to me, and I was aware, much of the time, that I was dreaming.

But it lasted much longer. And it was so pleasant and big and beautiful. Everything in it (like architecture) was beautiful, and richly colorful, and interesting, and the people were friendly, I met old friends and made new ones.

It was just like a taste of how much better The Dream can become without the Fear and Guilt. (While surely being not a patch on Reality and Heaven.)

Just one detail, the colors, were amazing enough. I don't often dream enough colors to notice it, but this was just like... a genius painter's version of the world.

Also for a while there I could decide myself where to go in the cityscape (near the sea). I knew I was exploring a dreamed reality, and I was aware that it was shown to me for a reason.

Dream of a house

I dreamed that I moved into a room in a big, old house. (From 19 til 36 I lived in a succession of rented rooms, since I didn't care to spare the attention or money yet to get a real home, I was too busy with my spiritual development.)

The house was really huge, and it was in a city. It had many floors, and lots and lots and lots of interconnected room and stairs and halls and spaces. For some reason it had been built with very uneven floors, some dramatically slanted, especially high in the house. Very eccentric, and very interesting and pleasing, and solid.

It turned out many of my old friends lived there already. Some even from back in school.

I walked around and up and down, it was evening, and I saw people/friends occupied with doing the dishes and such. Everything was open, I saw no closed doors. I thought I'd love to hang out here, but right this moment I was too excited to sit down, I wanted to see everything at once.

After I woke up I was in an odd but highly pleasant glow, an intense high that lasted for hours. This was just fantastic.
(I've had that a couple of times before, one of them after self-therapy. If I could get it in pills I'd be rich. And hooked :-)  .)

A dream of odd coffee

In a coffeehouse in a free-standing old stone building in central Copenhagen (as usual bearing no resemblance at all to the Copenhagen I'm used to). Colored painted walls and hardwood floors.

I had a cup of coffee, probably café au lait, which somehow was made in relation to the philosophy of an old dead philosopher. Who was also there.

The coffee had the odd property that while I drank it, and only while actually sipping it, all curved lines in my sight turned to straight lines. Circles, like the top of the cup, turned to octagons...

I did it many times. It was most extraordinary, and I have no idea what it means, if anything!

Another train dream

(I don't know why I often dream about traveling around in complex train systems.)

I dreamed that I was on a train in the local train system in/around Copenhagen, with a couple old friends.
An area we were going to was nicknamed "Tivoli", according to the train station map. I did not know why, but I found out. (Tivoli is a venerable Copenhagen amusement park.)
Once out there, it happened that the train went into a tunnel, and then went downwards. Like 45 degrees downwards!
While hanging on for dear life, I asked my friends what the hell is this, and they said "have you never been in this area before?", and I said "apparently not by train!"

It went down like a roller coaster, except it went on and on and on and on, with gut-wrenching speed.
I thought, "how and when did Danish Rail have the time and money to build this??!"

It was absolutely, spectacularly terrifying. After I woke up, I had remnants of that fear for over an hour. (Yet it was not all that unpleasant, oddly.)

Then later it leveled out, and soon we came to a station. I ogled a beautiful woman getting off, and then we got off ourselves. I said that I knew the guy in the video store in this town, and we could do some kind of business with him.

When we went out of the station, the stars were out and the birds were singing. Even though the train had never turned upwards again, we were outdoors.

I thought about it a lot after waking, and I'm guessing I can learn that you can be afraid for no reason at all. And that even if it feels like you sometimes go down, there really are no levels.

I had a dream this night:
I saw a big manor house. It was collossal actually. Many, many rooms in this mansion.
I walked into the grounds and sat on a bench, stunned, admiring the house and the equally huge old-growth trees around it.
It was so beautiful. It was the home of our Creator.
Later I suddenly realized this would be my own home one day.
And I cried.

The Iron Piggy Bank

I dreamed that I was back in school and I'd written a report which was pretty good, but they made me do it all over because they knew it could be much longer and deeper if I just put some work into it.

And I woke and stayed in bed in the half-awake state where I often do my best intuitive thinking, if thinking it can be called. I realized it was true, I am very lazy.

Oh, I get the job done if it needs to be done, but every corner that can be cut without too much damage, I cut it. Back in school for instance, I could have been an A+ student, but I was always only a B student, because... what's the point?

So I figured this was something I needed to change, and knew that I could if need be.

But then I got a perception that it was different. That perhaps I should see my laziness in a different way.

I suddenly saw it as an iron piggy bank which I was clutching to my chest and holding onto.

And I carried the laziness/piggy bank with me for a long way, and it became bigger and bigger, and finally opened and yielded a huge wave of gold so big it washed me out the door.

The gold was Love and Spirit, and my laziness is only refusal to use more time and energy than necessary in The World. And the time and energy thus saved went towards the spiritual savings account and have paid big dividends.


... I had another dream during a long nap this afternoon. I wasn't gonna tell about it until friends encouraged me.
Partly because I didn't think it meant anything much.
But thinking about it a little now, I think the symbolism is glaringly obvious, and I must have had real resistance not to see it!!

I was going in a private airplane (inside it was more like a house) towards some destination where we had some kind of important mission.
The pilot was a beautiful girl, though there was no kind of romantic interest.
The control room was apparently so advanced that it also served as a kind of kitchen, and she prepared a meal or something.

And in the back was a kind of bedroom, and I took a long nap while we flew, very relaxing, and I woke up a couple hours later and we had progressed most of the way, and the whole thing was just very pleasant.

The message: let the Higher Self steer, and relax!
In fact, at least for me: the less I "work" at it and the more I relax, the smoother the journey goes.

The white feather jacket

Today as I was waking up, I had a vision dream.
A friend/helper and I was making a jacket. I asked why, I thought it was too much work. He say “feel it”. I did. At that point it seemed like leather, but soft.
And then: it was feathers. The whole jacket was made out of white, soft, beautiful feathers.
The connection to angels’ wings was obvious.

When I wear the jacket I can be anywhere. And: I can *see the truth behind anything*.
I have long thought that such an ability, or something in that direction, is probably the most valuable ability a person can have.
I can’t have that/wear it all the time, it’s too powerful for a half human. But I do believe that every time it’s used is an important step.