There are a million ways to describe what it's like to be erotically touched by a spirit. And yet it befuddles me to describe the experience.

The term sayfish metaphorically captures one of the challenges of being in an inter-dimensional marriage.

I wish I could say that my relationship with Hans is a perpetual "mystical love affair" as my drawing title indicates.

As I process what it means to be married to a spirit, the term verboten culturally enslaves my relationship with Hans and deems it demonic.

Although he had been a fighter pilot in Germany in his previous life, equipped with his own wingman, now, as spirit, he is not here to lead.

It’s hard to find the words to describe what it’s like to be held by a spirit, by a subtle being devoid of skin.

A lot has happened since the last time I posted, including transferring schools and PhD programs.

Nothing could prepare me for what I would endure when I found out about Pan Am 103 exploding over Lockerbie Scotland.

Sad song by Bob Moses. The entire album, Days Gone By, is a requiem for the Surfside collapse + for my past life collapse trauma.

If you are interested in writing about your paranormal experiences, consider using fiction as an option to disclose your story.

Resistant to the call, disdainful and intolerant of embarking on such a path, spirituality arrived like a sledgehammer.

A tarot reading with Hans explores spirit communication, attachment to a former home, and the painful process of moving forward.

Exploring visitation dreams, astral experiences, consciousness, and the limits of traditional dream language.

A reflection on spirit marriage, paranormal love, spiritual guidance, and ten years of intimacy with a discarnate partner.

Meeting my spirit husband did not unfold in a subtle and gentle way. The initial connection unfolded during a creative surge.

His desire for me to know his identity was apparent from the start, but I was not ready to confront his shadow.

Early this morning, around 3 or 4 am, ich sehe in der Ferne, I see you in the distance, hovering in the black void, smiling...

This book has been years in the making, taking dozens of twists and turns that have mirrored moments in my current and past life.

Typing is akin to using an Enigma machine, especially if I over analyze the keyboard...

You passed away on June 2, 2016, in your house. You left behind a partner, a two-year-old daughter, a sister, a brother, and your parents.