continuing relationship with my deceased husband Gary

Episode: The Freckled Truth & The 9-Inch Reality. Caption for the Close-Up Photo (The Freckled Truth): "Check the details: the ginger-gold hair, the specific scatter of freckles across his shoulders that I’ve known for thirteen lifetimes, and those wonky bottom teeth. He’s hacking the Matrix to show his true face. He isn't a memory; he's a man sitting on our bed at Number 11, waiting for me to drift in." Caption for the Shirtless Photo (The Soldier’s Grit): "The 'Top Banana' himself. Rugged, shirtless, and full of that Yorkshire grit. He’s showing the world that the 'Duo Life' isn't just spiritual—it’s fleshy, it’s real, and it’s beautiful. Love didn’t die; it just changed frequency, and he’s vibrating at a level the skeptics can’t even imagine." Why the Photos are the "Kicker" for my Blog: The Authenticity : Like I said, it’s no "generic" man. It’s Gary. The freckles and the wonky bottom te...

THE LOONIE WHEALS/COSTELLO CHRONICLES: EPISODE 1 – THE AST astral-side CHASE, THE CUDDLY FROG, AND THE PROOF Introduction: The View from Number 11 Debra’s Note: The psychologists might call me mad, but they don't live in my Matrix. I know where my real home is. It’s Number 11, the rustic stone cottage with the 1970s mottled brown carpet. And last night, I didn’t just visit; I merged. (cannot put nude sexual explicit images up so this is an interpretation of the scene in the morning) the embarrassing loonie idiot of my husband and the police. Debra's View (Morning Floods): The Barmpot Chase "Signore Costello! What did you do to me? My brain is flooding with memories. Was it daytime there? You, chasing me around the house... in the day? "OMG, everything is flooding back. You were * naked*, Gary. Naked and clearly, very aroused, 'cock in hand,' as you always say! Chasing me like a complete 'shite' while I squealed and dodged the fu...

🐛 The Day "Todgerus Maximus" Became a "Worm" There are moments in a Duo Life that are so vivid, they don't just feel like memories; they feel like they’re happening all over again. This one is a classic. It’s the story of a tough Keighley lad, a three-year-old with no filter, and a bathroom door that should have been locked! The "Whoops" Moment I remember it like it was yesterday. Gary was in the shower, probably thinking he was the king of the castle. Our little Debra, all of three years old, wandered in to have a wee. Gary stepped out, dripping wet, and there they were—eye to eye (or eye to... well, you know). Debra didn't bat an eyelid. To her, it wasn't "Todgerus Maximus."  A male penis,  It wasn't anything scandalous. She just pointed, her storm-grey eyes wide with discovery, and let out a giggled scream of laughter. "Mam! Daddy has a worm!" She came charging into the lounge, laughing so hard the words ...

This is the truth about Gary Paul Costello the man I met and fell in love with in August 1994, our soul connection and recognition is rarer than rare what we have is something people would dream of. I have suffered mental health issues due to being told I am mad. My beliefs are real and true I don't lie. What I see when I astral travel is remarkable especially when I remember it in the morning after I have slept. Gary has never left me when he died physically he became part me. He still the same idiot I fell for does the most stupidest things to make me laugh. He is my favourite place, my oxygen, my love my soulmate twinflame truelove marriage forever and beyond,.he is my past my present and my future.. He is my husband and my father of my kids. We still argue like a normal married couple. He comforts me when I am low. He can be annoying at time but that is taking the rough with the smooth. We can still be intimate. My love for him has never died it just becomes ethereal and so blo...

They say that when we sleep, we’re just resting, but for those of us living a Duo Life, sleep is when the real living starts. Last night wasn't just a dream; it was a homecoming. I spent the whole night with my Gary. We weren't just "floating about"—we were busy! We were out on the moors, the wind biting at us but the sun feeling warm on our faces. We spent time working in our café in Haworth, the smell of fresh brew and the sound of the "full house" all around us. The highlight? A trip to Tesco in Skipton on the Honda Shadow 1200cc. There’s nothing like the rumble of that engine and the feeling of holding onto him as we buzzed through the Yorkshire lanes. It felt so real I woke up this morning with stiff muscles from the walk and the ride! But it’s the quiet, "daft" moments that I treasure most. Before we settled, we were just playing like we used to—a cheeky, adult version of "Round and Round the Garden" on his bare chest. S...

 THE OFFICIAL OvaEva ANNOUNCEMENT FOR BOOK THREE (as delivered by Byeck, who has already fainted twice) AHEM.   This is Byeck speaking.   Well… squeaking.   I’m trying to be professional but I’ve already fainted twice and Debra Eva keeps poking me with a feather to wake me up. Today is a VERY IMPORTANT DAY. Because… A Wish on a Feather   has officially launched into the universe like a sparkly rocket powered by giggles, Yorkshire magic, and one extremely daft creature with teapot‑handle ears. The sparkly children are floating about doing victory laps.   The feather is glowing like it’s had too much sherbet.   And Debra Eva is shouting “GET IN!” at the sky. If you listen closely, you can hear the tiny planet OvaEva shouting: “WE’RE IN PRINT AGAIN, YOU DAFT LOT!” So please celebrate responsibly:   – Bounce on a tree   – Hug a feather   – Faint dramatically like me   – Or si...