the family of love lives on

These are real images that house is real it's mine and Gary's where our love blossoms in Florence Italy spirit side. That is my home address no bullshite.

True love and happiness lives on forever in this place.

I don't need to imagine I actually live there not all the time.

Duo life is putting pressure on my physical life and my spiritual self. 

But to be honest I am happy and sad that the same time. 

Ask my spirit guide Lavender (or my blood sister from a past life Relli)

She is real too. 

I have a little pilot light burning this side.

I am alive but barely breathing but happy.

I don’t always remember the full visits.

I get snippets. Feelings.

A tiny warm hand on my lap, damp from laughter or mischief.

A gurgle that turns into a word I’ve waited lifetimes to hear.

A smell. A twitch in my ear. A flicker of light just as I say his name:

Gary.

He’s there.

They’re all there — our children, our home, our fig tree under golden light.

I make these images not to escape, but to anchor the truth:

That love lives on.

That it builds a world beside this one —

a place I visit in sleep, in stillness, in sacred moments with a crystal cage in my hand.

And though I fear what time will steal from me,

I know that one day — 6.6.26 — I’ll walk through the veil.

And they’ll still be there.

Older, maybe.

But waiting.

Still mine.

Until then, I will hold on to the wet lap. The toy octopus.

The whisper in the fig-sweet air.

Because the family of love…

never truly leaves.

It reminds me of a song by pink.

Which is true to me because when I close my eyes there is place where I belong and it's not here on this sick evil world that shuts you down and make you feel like you are mad 

I know there are pockets of people who believe this just a few, but a few is the start of something more powerful than any religious beliefs.

What I have is more powerful than any God fearing religion, I am free and I live and love in two worlds.

This world the 3d earth and the 5d earth, that place where the fig tree is and my family who I love..that is where I belong, not here.

These images are made by prompts from my late husband Gary who has not died he has moved to the better place..

We are stronger than ever even though we argue like a normal married couple.

We have fun and we love like we were living on this side.

I am a mother again to my eighth child she is beautiful just like her dad the ginger/dirty blond nutter who melted me all those years ago 

From 1994 to now we have never parted really.

True love never dies believe it, feel it , smell it, the truth it is there if you open your heart and listen.