Ley Lines of Love: Adventures Along the Spiritual Path

Praise for Ley Lines of Love

Olivia Hoblitzelle’s life story will awaken a deep curiosity about how the mystery of loving awareness weaves through all our lived moments. This is a fascinating, wise, and deeply inspiring spiritual memoir.

— Tara Brach, bestselling author of Radical Acceptance

Both a timeless description of contemplative wisdom and an intimate personal account of a fascinating life, Ley Lines of Love is a classic spiritual masterpiece: Olivia Hoblitzelle’s authenticity, humility, wisdom, and love will awaken your soul. The depth of her experience as a seeker, as well as a mother who faced painful spiritual disillusionment, was expressed with an emotional honesty that brought me to my knees. Then she took me by the hands and raised me up again as her luminous journey of conscious discovery continued, delivering us both to a place of unalloyed wonder. Brava to a generous spirit for taking us with her on an unforgettable journey of the heart.

— Joan Borysenko PhD, bestselling author of Minding the Body, Mending the Mind

Olivia Hoblitzelle begins her book with the phrase Ley lines of love, by which she means the interconnectedness of everything in the universe from individual lives to the entire cosmos. Olivia’s spiritual autobiography is rich and deep, truly embodying these Ley lines, as they manifest outwardly as well as inwardly. In this brave book, she does not lean away from the darkness of disillusionment but rather is willing to learn and grow, bringing so many others along in her own healing and understanding. Writing about interconnectedness is one thing; in this book, Olivia finds a way to embody interconnectedness through her life story and teaches a path of great love. This is indeed a beautiful book and a precious gift to us all.

— Narayan Helen Liebenson, author of The Magnanimous Heart: Compassion and Love, Loss and Grief, Joy and Liberation

Olivia Hoblitzelle’s extraordinary life has been defined by her deep sensitivity to the mystical and spiritual realm. Answering her calling to bravely probe the meaning of existence through all its darkness and light, she leads us on a journey of continual mystery and wonder. I know no wiser, more loving elder to guide us into seeing our lives and understanding our own hearts.

— Helen Whybrow, author of A Man Apart: Bill Coperthwaite’s Radical Experiment in Living

Delightfully written, moving and inspiring, Olivia Hoblitzelle’s life odyssey pulsates with soul yearnings, cultural undertows and collective waves of becoming. Olivia shares a captivating journey, lighting up multiple facets of the spiritual awakening of our times.

— Monique Pommier PhD, author of Harmony, The Heartbeat of Creation

Olivia Hoblitzelle’s spiritual memoir Ley Lines of Love describes a courageous, insightful journey in search of Truth and the experience of spiritual interconnectedness. In her riveting narrative, she offers example after example of her commitment to spiritual life, describing how outer causes and conditions parallel her inner experiences. I found her discoveries, tools, and insights incredibly inspiring and I will cherish this book as a touchstone for my own journey.

— Lisa Prajna Hallstrom PhD, author of The Gospel of Shri Anandamayi Ma: Conversations with the Divine Mother

Moving gracefully between the erudite and the mystical, at once elegant and heartfelt, Ley Lines of Love is a beautifully written, courageous illumination of one woman’s rich and remarkable journey on the spiritual path.

— Victress Hitchcock, author of the memoir A Tree With My Name On It (2024) and director of the documentary film When the Iron Bird Flies: Tibetan Buddhism Arrives in the West

Ley Lines of Love is a love story of the soul, filled with the wisdom of numerous spiritual traditions while rooted in life’s joys and disappointments. The author’s determination to experience the freedom of her spirit leads to the discovery of the liberating power of truth-telling and revelations of divine mystery held in outer realms of consciousness. Readers will be inspired by Olivia’s extraordinary courage and devotion, and by the lessons of a life lived deeply, told beautifully with great honesty, reverence, and awe.

— Joan Diver, author of When Spirit Calls: A Healing Odyssey

Ley Lines is a compelling life story of a spiritual spelunker who, even as child, felt drawn to what is eternal and life-giving in the religious traditions of both East and West. Olivia opens her heart to the reader, allowing us to share her explorations of the spiritual teachings of Christianity, Buddhism, and Hinduism. In this revelatory book, at once joyful, wrenching and awakening, we accompany a woman whose spiritual journey sometimes takes her through painful, dark periods that test her determination and resilience. The reader rejoices that she always emerges into an open landscape of awareness enlivened by love.

— Dr. Robert A. Jonas, author of My Dear Far-Nearness: The Holy Trinity as Spiritual Practice

Olivia Hoblitzelle’s compelling memoir describes a life lived in pursuit of the Mystery. She shares the traditions, teachers, and practices that guided and connected her to the invisible sacred. Her stories invite us to cultivate inner awareness, moment by moment, and then to gather light…to gather light. Ley Lines of Love is a spiritual classic.

— Charles Busch, author of Fields of Peace, Soft as Water

Ley Lines of Love is a masterpiece in which writer and spiritual teacher Olivia Hoblitzelle deftly weaves the disparate threads of her life into a compelling story that is not only entertaining but deeply inspirational. She takes us with her on her very personal journey, both inner and outer, as she courageously shares her vulnerability as well as her unflinching commitment to honesty. Ley Lines of Love is a most courageous and generous offering to all who read it.

— Barbara McCollough, author of Digger, A Memoir

Olivia Hoblitzelle tells the story of her life-long spiritual quest to answer the perennial questions: who are we, and what is the meaning of our human life? Her heart’s longing shaped her into an intrepid student and teacher of both Western and Eastern meditation and spiritual practices. Olivia lovingly describes her encounters with many major teachers, giving us a first-person account of how Eastern spiritual traditions were planted in the US. Her vivid and beautifully written stories invite us to open our own lives to what is new and unknown and ancient beyond memory, in our interconnected world. It’s an instructive read, full of wisdom and insight. Don’t miss it.

— Penny Gill, PhD, author of The Radiant Heart of the Cosmos: Compassion Teachings for Our Time

Ley Lines of Love opens her arms to the reader with a gentle ease, an embrace of clarity and focus that carefully weaves the reader into the flow of the narrative. Olivia’s story, her spiritual autobiography, is not only her own story. In its full surrender to the power of life to shatter, break open, heal, and awaken us, this book transcends the genre. It does what a true spiritual story must do: it liberates the reader, frees her to hold her own unfolding path with awareness, care, and the love that must inevitably bubble up from our depths. Olivia’s easy prose drew me along her journey, through her early inspirations on the spiritual path together with her husband Hob, and their shared passion for insight and awakening; to the flowering ashrams of India, gardens that yet held the seeds of deeper decay and disillusionment; through the reconstruction of her spiritual self as a woman grounded in community with other women, held by the Earth, sustained by the inner weaving of life through ancestral voices, and supported by the awareness practices of the Tibetan Buddhist tradition and its teachers. Olivia shares her profound voyages into the depth of consciousness itself, blasting beyond the ego’s territory into the full visionary power of the open heart, a state of unified awareness interspersed with the undulating light of a dolphin’s eye. This is a gorgeous book and a must-read for anyone who has ever asked the real questions that animate this life: Who am I? Why am I here? How do I fit into the vastness of this universe? Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone completely beyond. So be it!

— Lama Liz Monson PhD, author of Tales of a Mad Yogi: The Life and Wild Wisdom of Drukpa Kunley

To my family, friends, and teachers

with profound gratitude for friendship

and the ley lines of love

that connect us across time and space.

Contents

Introduction

Beginnings

Discovering Other Realities

Gifts of the Spirit

The Family Tree

The Swinging Doors of the Heart

Psychics and Findhorn

Tibetan Connections

The Night on Mount Abraham

An Unlikely Encounter

The Guru Appears

Doorways to Devotion

Pilgrimage

A Sea of Doubts

A Dramatic Awakening

Overwhelmed by Stars

A Memorable Gathering

The Edges of Excitement

Eating Honey off the Knife

Lost in the Labyrinth

Journey into Darkness

The Meeting

Self-Ordination and the Dance of Freedom

The Gifts of Adversity

Goodbye, Bright Angel

Explorations in Consciousness

Vision Quest

Gifts of Awareness

Postlude

Glossary

Appendix

Acknowledgments

Introduction

Ever since ancient times when people gathered around campfires under the stars, they have been storytellers. Stories weave connection, inspire, and reassure us. We hunger for stories and for the connection that joins heart with heart.

In your hands you hold the story of a spiritual journey, one that started very early and remained persistent throughout my life. Now in my mid-eighties, I’m sitting around that virtual campfire with you, eager to share an assortment of stories I could never have imagined decades ago. Many are inspiring. Some are heartbreaking. Others are groundbreaking. All brought immeasurable gifts—including the dark ones. That would be an important learning—how to discover the gold that lies hidden in the dark ground of suffering.

The stories have an urgency about them. Why? We live in exceptionally dramatic, challenging, and frightening times. Our hearts break as we watch the destruction of our beloved planet and the cascade of other perils—totalitarian leaders, pervasive racism, climate catastrophes, war, and endless violence.

How do our stories hold the enormity of all these challenges? Besides the social and political actions that we might take, we need to come home to ourselves—to our core of basic goodness, resilience, and compassion. Only that can carry us through the storms that beset us. We need to tend the fires of the heart and find an inner refuge, cultivating qualities that nurture kindness and courage. This is the inner journey, urgently calling in ways that will be unique for each of us.

At the outset, I want to comment on the much-used word spiritual, which should be differentiated from the word religion, which refers to the doctrinal and institutional forms created by different religious traditions. On the other hand, anything that touches on the mysteries of life, the invisible, or the exploration of consciousness might be referred to as spiritual in nature. Whatever our views, this is an inviting, wide-open subject to contemplate.

My story starts just before World War II and continues now into this second decade of the twenty-first century. I seem to have been born with an undying curiosity to understand the mystery in which we live: where we come from, including our ancestry; and the perennial questions of identity—who am I? Where am I going? And above all, what is the meaning of this life?

The seeds of spiritual curiosity were there in my early childhood, but the first big leap of my journey happened when I was seventeen and met my first spiritual teacher, a charismatic preacher, church founder, author, and mystic named Howard Thurman. I had attended various Christian churches and listened to many ministers, but I’d never experienced anyone remotely like Howard. With his warmth, hearty laugh, and great heart, he seemed enlivened by the stream of spiritual energy that flowed through him, permeating his presence and inspiring his words. Undoubtedly this came from his heritage. As the grandson of a slave, his rise to prominence was remarkable in the mid-1950s.

The next surprising milestone came in my mid-twenties when I was seriously on the prowl for a prospective husband. I was in graduate school at Columbia University. At a small dinner gathering, I met a man who, though very well dressed in a tailored suit, had secured his silk tie with a paper clip instead of with the gold tie clip more appropriate for his handsome attire. His dark, wavy hair was streaked with grey. He was good-looking with an expressive, exceptionally mobile face. His wide forehead had an intricate pattern of lifelines, suggesting that he had been through a lot in his forty-one years. I also noticed that he had beautiful hands with long tapered fingers, perhaps those of a musician or artist. To me, he was an older man, fourteen years my elder in fact, far too old for my taste.

Although our intriguing conversation about philosophical questions piqued my interest, I couldn’t imagine anything further happening with this unusual man. Nonetheless, Harrison Hoblitzelle, known informally as Hob, followed up after that evening.

His idea of a first date was to take me to lunch at the Faculty Club at Columbia University where I was impressed to learn that he was both teaching and Director of Academic Placement. Over lunch, he suggested that I read Alan Watts’s book Nature, Man and Woman. I’d never even heard of Alan Watts. He handed me a copy and explained that this elegant book could change the way we think, feel, and love. That was a startling statement! Furthermore, Hob continued, the book challenged the assumptions of Western culture and introduced the principles of Chinese Taoism. All this was a totally new world to me. I was both daunted and intrigued.

That was the unlikely beginning of our relationship. Subtly luring me into his world, he sent me off to learn awareness practices with an eccentric German woman; he strongly encouraged me to take voice lessons with his Italian voice teacher; and, most astonishing of all—because he thought I had a few things to work on—he sent me off to his shrink. Who was this man who seemed to be subjecting me to some kind of makeover job?

Entangled with all my judgments about how unusual this relationship was, I continued to wobble and question. Hob simply didn’t fit my preconceptions about the kind of man I would marry, and I still felt the pull of an earlier love. I found it eccentric that he never explicitly asked me to marry him. Nevertheless, intrigued, challenged, and lured onward, I could hardly believe how fast my life was unfolding. Because of my indecision, Hob instigated a separation. Astonishing me, because I’d never experienced rejection, he announced simply, If you return, you’ll know what it means.

After three weeks of separation, I returned, my decision based on a dream about a wedding. The compelling image was of a champagne glass in which appeared a large, luminous star radiating brilliant light in all directions. That luminous star arose from my soul, and I followed it. This was the unlikely start to our marriage, which was to be an extraordinary, lifelong spiritual partnership.

Olivia and Harrison (Hob) in the early 1990s

Thus began our journey. We were to bring up our two children, Ethan and Laura,¹ through mostly delightful family years, though definitely enlivened by the inevitable squabbles of siblings and parents. Although Hob was intellectually inclined with a PhD in Comparative Literature, he was, at heart, an adventurer of the spirit. That’s what had captivated me and what had drawn us together, because those essential questions about life fueled my quest.

Young family: Hob, Olivia, Ethan (age 7), and Laura (age 4)

Starting in the 1960s, a wide assortment of new movements blossomed—political, psychological, and spiritual—many involving explorations of consciousness in various forms. There was a veritable explosion of experimentation, much of it pushing the boundaries of mainstream culture. Hob and I were right in the middle of all of it. Together in the early ‘70s, we started by getting initiated in Transcendental Meditation, and then moved on to explore Zen Buddhism. We attended sesshins² (meditation retreats) at a neighborhood Zen Center where the Zen master, carrying a long, flat-sided stick, would walk slowly around the room of meditators. If you bowed to him as he stood in front of you, he’d whack you on the shoulder to wake you up from your wandering, undisciplined meditations. That practice was definitely bizarre, but I loved the dignity of the place, the formalities of practice, and the profound silence that permeated our days.

We then discovered Vipassana, also known as insight meditation, from the Theravada tradition, a form of Buddhist practice primarily from South Asia. That was to become the most adaptable form of meditation for Western culture. As a profound path leading to deep spiritual awakening, one aspect of Vipassana was encapsulated in the word mindfulness and led to the stress management movement eventually taught in organizations, schools, churches, government agencies, and even the U.S. military. I was to become a pioneer in this movement, surprising even myself when I ended up teaching Behavioral Medicine, also called Mind/Body Medicine, at a major Boston hospital. This was the crowning phase in my career where my love of both meditation and psychology finally came together.

Like several turning points in my career, this professional leap came by invitation, not because I had sought it out. In a similar way, in my early forties when I started getting involved in the encounter group movement, I decided to train in psychology and group work. Before I’d even received my degree, I was being asked to co-lead groups with leaders in the field, pioneers such as Morrie Schwartz, lionized through the book Tuesdays with Morrie; and Philip Slater, expert in group process and author of the underground bestseller The Pursuit of Loneliness. Participants in these groups began asking if they could see me for individual therapy. Without having made any career decision, I found myself with a private practice in psychotherapy, seeing individuals and couples, and co-leading groups. It seemed as though I’d fallen backward into my next career.

Parallel with becoming a therapist, when I’d been practicing Vipassana meditation for some years, I was invited to teach meditation in various organizational settings, including schools and churches. Traditionally, one has to be authorized to teach within a meditation tradition by a recognized teacher, something I knew nothing about. But those were the early days of meditation traditions coming to the West, and the field was wide open without any such guidelines.

Olivia in 2007

While I taught basic mindfulness practices, Vipassana, or insight meditation, was to become Hob’s lifelong practice. He was eventually ordained a Dharmacharya, or senior teacher, by the much-loved Vietnamese Zen master Thich Nhat Hanh. He became a dedicated teacher with countless students who loved his unique style of teaching, which incorporated his love of comparative literature with his delightful, sometimes irreverent sense of humor.

Hob at Plum Village after ordination

At this point our paths diverged, which sometimes created uncomfortable tensions in our relationship. Given my strong inclination toward devotional practices, I ended up in a tradition from India called Siddha Yoga. I now had a guru, which was a challenge to Hob’s Western mind. My deep involvement with this path created challenges, especially when our daughter Laura also became involved, a dramatic archetypal story for spiritual seekers, which I will tell in some detail. Without question, it was one of the most powerful initiations of my life—revelatory, empowering, and spiritually deepening, though later leading to a heart-breaking chapter. I share the whole story with you, dear reader, in hopes that it might shed light on a deeply troubling pattern and its frequency in spiritual groups worldwide.

I will also share an assortment of short vignettes that reveal how the spiritual path can lead us onward in surprising, even startling ways. I now see that a thread of sacred intelligence seems to have been orchestrating my life. I could never have guessed that I would have out-of-body experiences or explore the further edges of consciousness through entheogens (sacred medicines) such as psilocybin and LSD, that I would spend the night in solitary vigil on a remote mountain, or have my life dramatically disrupted by a friend who, in the midst of her spiritual awakening, began channeling my mother’s voice, although she had never met my mother and my mother could not speak at the time, her voice having been silenced by Alzheimer’s.

Finally, I’ll reflect on two parts of my most recent chapter, still unfolding. Following the passion that led me to write my second book, Aging with Wisdom: Reflections, Stories & Teachings, I’ve taught extensively about how to deal with aging in an age-phobic culture. I have also, after forty years, felt called to continue my exploration of consciousness through the sacred medicines, especially psilocybin and LSD. Much is being written these days about the Shift or the Great Turning, the slow but sure movement away from old forms in all areas of life toward a more nuanced, far-reaching view of reality that involves opening to new realms of consciousness. The renaissance of interest in sacred medicines has finally broken through the traditional views of Western medicine, with numerous studies having proven that psilocybin and MDMA, for example, can bring dramatic results with PTSD, depression, and addictions of all kinds, especially alcoholism.

I also want to mention a significant thread that weaves through the various stories in this book. Buddhist, Hindu, and other Asian traditions often use the word karma in reference to the basic law of cause and effect, or in biblical parlance, as ye sow, so shall ye reap. Sometimes people equate karma with the word destiny, but karma points to more subtle meanings. It may suggest, for example, the mysterious connections between people, surprising events that contain an inexplicable element, or simply the mystery surrounding some situation. Some of the stories that follow involve the mystery of karma, which shows up for all of us if we examine our lives deeply.

As an example of a karmic connection, no one was more surprised than I when five years after Hob’s death I reconnected with Keith, an Englishman I had met in my early twenties. At that time, we had had an instant and powerful connection, but he was married with two children and a third on the way. He’d come to the United States on a Roosevelt Memorial Traveling Scholarship, a four-month visit that began by spending his first weekend with Eleanor Roosevelt at her home at Val-Kill Cottage—a remarkable opportunity! Intense as our relationship was, we respected his marriage. It was an utterly heartbreaking situation; he was the one I still loved when I met Hob. We stayed in touch on and off for more than fifty years, although meanwhile my life had taken me into worlds Keith couldn’t even imagine. Still, upon meeting again late in life, we found our strong connection remained intact. Such are the mysteries of karma!

Even though our lives were dramatically different—for we truly lived in worlds apart—after Hob died, Keith uprooted himself from his traditional British life, and we lived together in the United States for fifteen years, bonded by a love very different from the one I had experienced in my marriage. The depth of Keith’s connection to both me and my family was remarkable. He ended up writing a book about the Ames family, including the incredible discovery that our ancestors had been serfs on the estate of Lord Wyke in Somerset. Serfs! No wonder I love to get my hands into the soil and plant gardens. Even more extraordinary, Keith found our ancestors’ emancipation papers in the archives of Wells Cathedral. Among all the genealogists in our family, it was Keith who uncovered this startling bit of family history.

In contemplative moments, I felt that Hob’s and my relationship was more imbued with spirit and the search for inner freedom, for that was our deepest bond. Although I often said that Hob and I were soul mates—for indeed we were—my relationship with Keith was also about our soul connection but was somehow a precious bond of a very different kind. I was blessed with both.

It is human nature to seek patterns, models, or theories to explain the complexities of life. The term ley lines is an example of this impulse. The term appeared in the early twentieth century, its origins attributed to early cultures especially in England and Germany who sensed the subtle energies crisscrossing the Earth’s surface. As an esoteric perspective, the term ley lines describes a central theme in this story—my lifelong curiosity about spiritual traditions, the East/West dialogue, the Mystery, and the search for hidden meanings. The speculations about ley lines also mirror the discoveries of modern physics and theories about the quantum. Though quantum theory is an immensely complex field, one generalization stands out—the interrelatedness of everything in the universe from individual lives to the entire cosmos.

I share these stories with the hope that they might shed light on wherever you are in your own inner journey. We are all given the gift of incarnation, I believe, to experience the great mysteries of life, to find fulfillment, and to help others. Above all, through the adventures of life with all its joys and sorrows, we’re called to discover how to give and receive love. My heartfelt hope is that you will discover insight and inspiration as you read these stories from my spiritual journey.

1 Laura was to be given the spiritual name Purnima, which appears whenever the