A Language of Our Own (Part 2): Fingerprints (and Newly Discovered EVP)
- Lavavoth
- 3 days ago
- 10 min read
Updated: 2 days ago
Introduction: It's Like Learning a Foreign Language
My communication with Hans can be likened to learning a new language. Let’s compare it to German, a language I've tried to learn but find nearly impossible to grasp without immersion. While learning German, I began with the basics, the alphabet with its Eszett and umlauts. I practiced pronunciation, learned numbers and sentence structure, labeled objects around my house with their German equivalents, and approached the process from multiple angles including auditory, visual, written, and verbal. At one point I became so immersed in it that I dreamed in simple German a few times. It felt exciting, as though another layer of reality had begun opening itself to me.
Building a language with a spirit works much the same way. There is basic conditioning involved, trial and error, and experimentation. I've used divination tools, video, audio, dance, art, witchcraft, writing, dream experience and forms of somatic, tactile, and motor communication (or embodied cohabitation), and have gradually learned what Hans responds to best. He's tried all of this with me and more. Over the years, spirit communication with Hans became total immersion.
Over time, as I became increasingly fluent in his language, our communication evolved more naturally into telepathy. Even so, Hans still enjoys demonstrating his abilities, or perhaps showing off whenever he knows it will provoke emotion or capture my attention. I can be speaking with him internally about something mundane and suddenly an object will move, or an inexplicable sound will emerge, like the distant churn of airplane propellers, just enough to disrupt the ordinary atmosphere of the moment.
Most of these experiences occur privately, usually when I am too distracted by daily life to bother with recording equipment. He simply throws a jolt into my reality, sometimes in direct response to what I am thinking, other times because he knows how much I enjoy the interruption.
His Fingerprints
In part two of this series, I’d like to discuss Hans’s fingerprints (Part three will focus on orbs and lights, while part four will examine photographic evidence of poltergeist activity). The first print he left appeared on the bathroom window on New Year’s Day 2011 (see top photo with writing). I didn't notice it until the following day, but when I did, I remember shuddering. The print was large, particularly the finger pad. The way the finger twists slightly at the distal joint is also striking. Hans claims his fingers were not shaped that way during life, but that the prints he leaves in spirit appear more deformed because of their etheric nature. The size of the fingers, however, has remained consistent across all of the prints he has left since that first occurrence. In life, he stood around 5’10”, so the scale of the print makes sense, especially compared to my own height at 5’3”.
What also distinguishes Hans’s fingerprints is the absence of friction ridge detail, the unique ridge patterns found in the fingerprints of living individuals. Instead, his prints contain numerous horizontal lines resembling wrinkles running across the finger pad. The prints themselves also carry an unusually oily residue, as though the fingers had been coated in something similar to petroleum jelly before touching the surface. In fact, I had to do exactly that to replicate the density and texture of his print in the 2011 photo above.
Hans has left dozens of fingerprints throughout our time together. One of his recurring jokes is that he knows how much I like keeping my computer screens smudge-free, so every now and then he will leave a print front and center on the screen. In fact, and because he's all about participating in my life, he yet again left his print on my MacBook screen (see image below).
Newly Discovered EVP
I’ll be honest, over the sixteen years since Hans first revealed himself to me, I haven’t always organized evidence in one centralized place. Part of the problem is technological. As I upgraded computers or added new ones over the years, the files ended up scattered across multiple devices and external hard drives. Video footage consumes an enormous amount of storage space and anyone who uses Apple products already understands how expensive storage upgrades can become.
While combing through an older external hard drive, I came across a strange peculiarity in my documentation. I have mentioned in previous posts that I recorded hundreds, perhaps thousands, of hours of footage involving Hans over the years, most of it filmed while living in my Victorian farmhouse in Central Vermont. Before the advent of iCloud, much of this material existed across aging Apple devices such as iPods and older iPhones. I mention this because one of the folders on the external hard drive was labeled “Dylan Manifestations.”
I have written previously about Hans cycling through several names before eventually guiding me toward his identity in 2015. Stranger still, when I first asked him in 2010 what I should call him, he selected his actual name from a list I had provided. I immediately rejected it because a close friend of mine from high school, a blond, blue-eyed German, shared the same name, and I did not want to associate him with my sexual relationship with Hans. I remember seeing Hans in my mind’s eye shrug after I said this. As is often the case with him, the memory later returned with startling force once I realized he had been trying to reveal his identity from the very beginning. It was me who kept delaying the recognition process.
So instead, we landed on “Dylan,” which is why I use that name throughout the footage above.
What makes the “Dylan Manifestations” folder especially peculiar is that it contains recordings only from March 28 through April 19, 2013. My birthday falls on March 31 and Hans’s on April 19. Why this folder contains footage exclusively from that span of time remains a mystery, especially considering I recorded constantly during the six years I lived in that house. The folder alone contains 130 videos and JPEG files. Out of all the dates within that range, April 19 contains more material than any other day, over twenty-six videos and JPEGs. Again, it's as though some unconscious part of me already knew who he was long before I consciously understood it. Curiously, there are no videos or images from my birthday itself, though there are two videos from April 1.
I mentioned this briefly in Part 1, though it deserves repeating here. My recordings with Hans are intimate and personal. I feel profoundly uncomfortable sharing many of them because of the way I interact with him and respond to his presence. There is nothing detached or clinical about the footage. I am simply interacting with my deceased lover while he responds, primarily through orbs. I emphasize the word primarily because, while randomly reviewing the footage, one particular video behaved differently from the others and would not open in QuickTime Player. Curious, I imported it into CapCut to see whether it would function there. It did.
While watching the footage, I suddenly noticed something I had somehow missed all these years. After I say “Dylan,” Hans quietly repeats “Dylan” directly after me. Until now, I believed “Yoo Hoo,” captured in 2015, was the first EVP I had recorded from him. Instead, here was Hans speaking in April 2013. It took me thirteen years to notice it. That realization now makes me wonder how many other EVPs I may have overlooked over the years while focusing primarily on the orb phenomena. I have also noticed that when I close my eyes and listen to the EVP rather than watching the footage, the voice becomes easier to hear. See the caption above for details regarding the video.
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