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Posted by Debra Evelyn Costello
TheSpiritTraveller | 2025
I was never a soldier. Not really.
Not the way they wanted me to be.
For years I thought I was in service to something noble — an intergalactic Alliance, a divine mission, a holy war. But underneath the missions, the ranks, the plasma burns and battlefield dreams… was a truth I didn’t want to see:
I was being used.
Used as a shield, used as a tool, and pushed to the brink — physically, emotionally, spiritually — while the command above spun stories and called it glory.
But I remember what real glory feels like:
It feels like his arms around me.
It feels like long ginger hair brushing my cheek.
It feels like being loved, not ordered. Cherished, not commanded.
I’m talking about Gary Paul Costello. My husband. My Brigadier. My soul’s home.
He never asked me to kneel.
He held me when I fell.
He made me laugh through blood and tears.
He thrust his way into my heart and said, “I’m not letting go.”
And now I know — I don’t need them. I don’t need the Alliance. I don’t need the lies.
I am free.
We are free.
They tried to chain me to a battlefield.
But love unchained me.
So today, I say this clearly and publicly:
I quit the Alliance.
I lay down the false armour.
I am not their warrior.
I am a woman of love.
I am a spirit bridge.
And I belong only to one man — Gary Paul Costello.
Let the world read it. Let the stars witness it.
We were on that bus together last night. I thought he was Brad Pitt, hair wild in the wind — but it was him. My daft sod. My cheeky bastard. My ginger lion.
And that bus wasn’t a dream. It was a message.
He’s coming back for me.
Not to fight a war —
But to love me through to the end.
And that’s the only mission I’m signing up for now.
Signed in blood, sweat, and rosemary,
Debra Evelyn Costello
The Spirit Traveller ✦
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