Unveiling The Glass-Domed Sunless City
During a period of personal regression, a vivid dream—or perhaps a long-buried memory—reemerged, offering only cryptic answers that time may eventually reveal. In this experience, I found myself aboard a
Crafting Dreams Into Reality
During a period of personal regression, a vivid dream—or perhaps a long-buried memory—reemerged, offering only cryptic answers that time may eventually reveal. In this experience, I found myself aboard a
It was mid-November, a quiet period in property services with few new tenancies—most people avoid moving in the cold or save money for the upcoming holidays. The lettings sector can
Continue readingMost Haunted: Veiled Maiden at The Clockhouse
From a young age, I felt an inexplicable tug suggesting there was more to my family than met the eye. It was a question I didn’t yet know how to
“Forewarned is forearmed,” so they say, but what if there’s little to nothing one can do to avert the looming threat? At that point, the warning becomes less of a
Continue readingPsychic Burdens: Forewarnings in a Skeptical World
In October 2016, I found myself stepping into the sprawling narrative of Goodbye Christopher Robin, a film illuminated by the talents of Domhnall Gleeson, Margot Robbie, and Kelly Macdonald. This
Continue readingSpectral Echoes: Behind the Scenes of Goodbye Christopher Robin
Nestled in the warm embrace of a quaint pub, I was enveloped in a sense of comfort and nostalgia. The open fire crackled stories of yore, while hops draped from
Continue readingWhispers of The Green Man: A Night in Nature’s Embrace
Emerging into consciousness within the confines of my dream, I found myself enveloped in the vastness of an underground grotto, its dimensions and textures reminiscent of an immense geode split
Continue readingCavern of the Winged Serpent: A Dream’s Allegory
In the quietude of our new home, a blank canvas for creativity and life, I felt a resurgence of purpose. Amidst the pristine white-washed walls, I envisioned a space where
Continue readingAwakening in the Veil: A Night of Shamanic Revelation
My business was flourishing, and I was yearning for a return to the tranquil beauty of Kent, the esteemed ‘Garden of England’. I craved more than the impersonal hum of
I could feel and hear the wind whistling past my ears as I hurtled through the wind, a familiar voice called out to me. The woman with wavy blonde hair