Photo by Sepehr | Digitally manipulated and collaged by Lavavoth Stuart

Anticipating Paranormal Trouble

Although the paranormal events weren’t malevolent, they were often alarmingly boisterous.

Meeting my spirit husband was neither subtle nor gentle. His arrival was sudden and disarming, emerging in the midst of a creative surge. After seventeen years of waiting to formally reveal himself, Hans was ready to step forward.

The Sabbatical

At the time, my then-physical husband was preparing to leave for a year-long sabbatical in Thailand and China. It was mid-June 2010. Though I’m a hermit by nature, his departure made me uneasy. Since buying the house in August 2008, I had experienced around a dozen paranormal events. I worried the activity might intensify once I was alone.

A Friendly, but Unnerving Spirit

Although the paranormal events weren’t malevolent, they were often alarmingly boisterous. These included what I came to call polite poltergeist gestures—doors opening and closing on their own while I vacuumed, for instance. On one occasion, the entity (as I referred to Hans at the time) removed a fan from the bedroom window and neatly coiled the cord just before the start of fall. Earlier that day, I had casually thought about removing the fan myself, now that the weather was getting colder. That was the moment I realized he could read my mind—something I initially found intrusive and unsettling.

At times, he orchestrated beautiful light displays—filigree patterns of white light flashing across the walls. Other times, music would play, or soft murmurs and shifting tones suggested that “parties” were unfolding in my bedroom as I tried to fall asleep. Occasionally, I felt the sensation of someone moving on the bed beside me, even though no one—and no cats—were there. Despite these events, I remained skeptical and dismissed the anomalies. Still, the prospect of being alone made me uneasy.

Awakening My Creativity

In truth, Hans stayed deliberately undetectable during this time, giving me the illusion that the summer was mine alone.

Summer brought a lighter workload in my day job, which opened space for a surge of creativity. I wrote blog posts almost daily, drawn to topics that seemed to surface out of nowhere. As the creative momentum built, the paranormal activity faded into the background. In truth, Hans stayed deliberately undetectable during this time, giving me the illusion that the summer was mine alone.

On August 16, 2010, at 2:38 a.m., I posted my first vlog on YouTube—a video about a former lover. It was during this recording that Hans made his first clear appearance. Around three minutes in, he slightly opened the door and turned on the hallway light behind me at the exact moment I looked away from the screen. Because of this, I didn’t see it happen right away.

A Frenzy of Blog Posts

These blog posts become a celebration of intimate encounters, evoking a deep-seated yearning for the elusive soulmate connection.

I didn’t notice the paranormal event in the video until August 24. But for eight days leading up to that moment, I had spiraled into a frenzy of blog posts—each one unveiling another love letter. The World War II GI love letters had set something in motion, triggering one of the most creative and productive phases of my life. The posts read more like diary entries, each centered around a former lover and a fragment of their letters. I recounted specific experiences with each person, reliving the moments as if they were happening all over again.

Unconsciously Channeling Hans

These blog posts are a celebration of intimate encounters, evoking a deep-seated yearning for the elusive soulmate connection. Interlaced with the epistolary accounts, are scanned images of my artwork in progress. Earlier, and on the same day that I post about the World War II love letters, I compose another post (around 4am) titled, He Intoxicates Her. My obsession to materialize Cupid in one of my drawings develops without warning. I want to understand how this ethereal and angelic being is capable of having a love connection with a living being, Psyche. This post happens the day after I post the video. Unconsciously, I am already aware that Hans is right beside me and ready to engage.

Telepathically Connecting

I felt guided, but had no understanding in how to anchor the experiences in a way that were easily explained.

Hans and I were psychically reaching out to each other. Even though I was unaware of this, our conscious connection was imminent. Through my process of channeling him via my blog posts and artwork, I remained open and receptive to receiving his messages. This led to a telepathic dialogue that primarily arrived through my creative endeavors. I assumed my creativity was fueled by having time off from work and from my husband being away. Yet deep down inside, I recognized the obsessive strangeness of my blogging and art-making. I felt guided, but had no understanding in how to anchor the experiences in a way that were easily explained.

To be continued...