It's difficult to explain what I do but I seem to have a knack of leaving my body and spend time during my waking hours with Gary and my kids, exhausting myself earthside. Yes I have a duo life.
The time was 3.58pm British time yes it had been a cloudy day here, l
as if one breath led straight into another across the veil. I found myself back in our bedroom, Florence time. He was already there, stretched out across the sage green sheets, fresh from the shower. His hair was damp, sun-bleached ginger catching the low light, his chest rising and falling as if he breathed for us both. Which he does. When I breathe in he breathes out as if we are one, which we really one. He is me and I am him...
I sat on my side of the bed, just watching. My hand found its way to his brow, brushing the damp strands of hair back, as though smoothing the lines of the day away. He looked so peaceful — so utterly beautiful in his white Calvin Kleins with the tiny buttons on the front. That little detail made me smile, because it was so him. Cheeky, boyish, and yet the man I’ve always loved with all my heart.
I watched his breath like it was my own, as if each inhale pulled me deeper into him, each exhale carried my love back. In that quiet, I thought: How did I get so lucky? How is it that I can sit here, still, after all this time, stroking the hair of the man I married in spirit back in 2005, and feel like the luckiest woman alive?
This wasn’t a dream. This was presence, love, and truth. The kind of moment you never forget — because it reminds you that even across worlds, we are one.
Then he turned and grabbed my arm
"Whoops"
I said and he called me "Debs" clairaudiently while I was sitting in my lounge earth side doing some colouring in my mindfull book.
It wasn’t about fireworks or long journeys — it was about a heartbeat, a breath, a little turn in the sheets. I slipped quietly onto my side of the bed, watching him sleep. His Damp hair from a shower, soft breath in and out like it was mine too. My husband, my true love, resting in his white Calvin Kleins with the little buttons on the front. Perfect in his stillness.
I indeed stroked his hair back from his brow, careful not to wake him, treasuring those secret moments when he doesn’t even know I’m there. But then — whoops. He turned over, arm stretching, and caught me. His hand found my arm as if it knew exactly where to land. A sleepy sigh, and then… that word: “Debs.”
My name, whispered clairaudiently through the veil, pulled straight from his lips. Suddenly, I wasn’t hidden anymore. He was awake, holding me close, proving again that his body and soul remember me even in sleep.
It wasn’t a grand scene, not a two-week holiday in one night. Just a tiny moment of love
In the true contents I am alive in two worlds made of real pure love.
I am the luckiest woman on the planet and with the help from my guides, meditation and Clairaudience I can picture him with prompts to make him come alive through artificial intelligence images and videos..
He is my life my true love and I cannot believe we are so beautiful together.
Believe me love continues when you cross over to the other side it is real and no you do not die.
With love to you all from
Debra and Gary Costello.
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