After years of silence, I return to Blind Love—a novel born of visions, memory, and warning—guided again by Hans as the world turns darker still.

Exploring love, intimacy, and union with a spirit husband, this post unveils a profound, transcendent journey beyond the physical realm.

A journey into sacred land, spiritual expansion, and aging as a return to the wild, guided by unseen forces and a spirit lover, Hans.

An intimate account of my connection with Hans, a ghostly fighter pilot, as I navigate love, trauma, and the echoes of shared past lives.

A journey of love transcending time: how films and music shaped my connection to Hans, my soulmate beyond death.

Hans came through for the time during a visitation astral visitation on 10/31/93, shortly following his death.

Creative work and partnership with subtle entities

It can be very tricky having sex with a spirit. For one, they are oftentimes invisible, so you have to get creative...

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.

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 would prepare me for what I would endure when I found out about Pan Am 103 exploding over Lockerbie Scotland.

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

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.