A visitation dream with Hans is explored through poetry, dream documentation, and research on poetic inquiry.

Using expressive arts to work through current and past life trauma could support the healing process.

Multiple EVPs from Hans, including ASMR sounds.

During a ten-day drawing practice shaped by the myth of Eros and Psyche, I tried to draw Hans’s face for the first time in years. Each attempt forced a confrontation between devotion and verification. Making him visible risked shifting him from my unseen companion to the historical man he once was, revealing how the act of seeing can alter the bond itself.

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

A journey through love, transformation, and spirit connection with Hans, my guide, told in 3 acts of shedding, searching, and surrendering.

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

I saw maples covered in vinyl tubing. "That must be their place," I said, oblivious of the fact that tapping could be a thing in Danby.

Creative work and partnership with subtle entities

An exploration of spirit marriage, mystical eroticism, and abstract art inspired by sex, longing, and spiritual connection.

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.