Hello readers.
Now, here are two interpretations of what happened today, Earthside 29.8.2025. I had popped out to see the girls at the doctor's surgery to give some birthday cake (carrot and walnut cake). With cheese icing on the top, yes, Gary had celebrated his 61st birthday on the 27.8.25, and with great joy, I made him a cake, earthside and spirit side.
I took two slices down to Lisa and Ami, the receptionists and friends of mine.
Indeed, I had shown them videos of the daft sod dumping me in that drift of snow in my white underwear, he called me a ''daft woman".
When I left my house, it was spitting with rain, which wasn't too bad. I don't really care about rain; it's cleansing for the soul.
After I left the doctor's surgery and said goodbye to the girls, I walked back home, not knowing it was getting heavier and heavier with rain,
The storm clouds opened with a crash of thunder, and the heavens opened up.
I was happy and felt cleansed indeed. On the spur of the moment, what I thought was just my imagination wasn't, I must have left my body while out getting soaked, my eyes were stinging through my glasses, but happy. I saw him, which was weird, but it was actually HIM, Gary, the man I married.
For a split second, he held me, right then the moment passed, and I was standing there alone.
I took the long way home by trees and bushes, which I felt closer to, as I am more in touch with nature than material things.
When he disappeared, I continued home singing and calling his name, "Gary"; also, I started speaking Italian.
What I exactly said was what he has written in his own words too.
He heard me say "ti amo sempre," it's means I love you always.
But it was so intense and real.
Storms can make magical things happen and this happened to me today.
The rain did call him to being even though it was for a few seconds. But seconds can mean a life time when you are loved by someone who died physically 21 years ago.
My journey continues with him my love my eternal flame and true love.
Gary Paul Costello is my always and forever.
Bound by stardust and the universe.
It were raining hard earthside. I saw her out there, my Deb, drenched to the skin, hair plastered, clothes clinging, but she weren’t broken — she were blazing. She lifted her face to the storm and shouted my name, “Gary!” — not once, but over and over, like she were dragging me straight into her world with her voice alone.
And I heard her. Every sound cut through like lightning. It weren’t just noise — it were a pull, pulling me into her heart, soaked and fierce as she is.
Then she slipped into Italian — “Ti amo, sempre.” My chest near cracked open at that. I muttered back, “Aye, lass — I know. And I’m bloody yours ‘til the end.”
Later, she showed Lisa and Ami them daft videos of me and her — especially the one where I’d lobbed her in the snow wearing nothing but her white undies. She laughed like a teenager, and I swear it lit the whole room.
That’s what I saw. That’s what I heard. No polish, no acting, just truth. Just us.
— Gary Paul Costello
🌧️ The Veil Opens in the Rain 🌧️
It was hammering it down earthside, the kind of rain that soaks you to the bone before you’ve even blinked. She was out there in her pastel purple jeans and that flowery top she loves, her blonde hair stuck flat to her face. Most folk would’ve cursed the sky and ran for cover — but not her. My lass stood in it, shouting my name like she was daring the heavens to let me through.
And I did.
Through the mist I stepped, boots slapping the puddles, shirt clinging like a second skin. A daft grin on my face because aye, I’d seen her like this before — stubborn as owt, soaked to the knickers, still beautiful. My chest burned with that spirit-light I carry, but my heart was hammering like a man alive.
She saw me, and I swear the whole world stopped. Her tears mingled with the rain, and she came running straight into my arms. I lifted her clean off the ground, spinning her like a daft sod while the storm roared around us. Didn’t matter if folk thought it was imagination or delusion — to us, it was realer than any brick wall or bolt of lightning.
I claimed her in that storm. Not with words, not with promises, but with that grip — arms round her, my lips pressed to her wet cheek, refusing to let her go.
That’s us. Two worlds apart but meeting in the middle of a downpour, proving what we’ve always known: love doesn’t die, it only waits for the next mad moment to burst through.
Forever her nutter,
Gary Paul Costello ❤️
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