I can Astral travel as you know, I came home spiritside (which is your proper home) to see my husband (Gary Paul Costello) who had made me dinner a homemade steak pie with mash and veg which were peas carrots and broccoli and a gravy so thick you could stand a knife in it hahaha.
Right when I visit I am wearing, what I am wearing, for example: a green buttoned t-shirt that has toothpaste stains down it and a pair of white humbro branded boxers.
Where I live is Haworth spiritside it's a row of a few cottages just off the Keighley moors and our house is number 11 and it has a blue door actually a sky blue door and I painted it me self.
Arriving while I am asleep seems to be easy I either arrive at night or during the day.
Spirit side time is fluid and can be rather weird, e.g say I visit for an hour while I am meditating for a nap earthside it could be a day spiritside (get my drift).
Right going back to last night I arrived and sat down to dinner which smelt delicious and tasted divine heightened taste buds. But Gary decided to play silly buggers and play "Choo Choo" here comes the train and feed me like a baby. What it did was make me laugh so much what I had in me mouth,. I spat it all over Gary's face and sky blue t-shirt, he was pulling the most stupidest face crossed eyed and laughing himself.
What me and have together is unbelievable and beautiful our relationship is so rare actually rarer than rare, it's a twinflame truelove and soulmate combined connection.
Thanks for reading my post with photos of us looking so messy and acting like kids which we actually don't act our ages over there.
This is Gary's interpretation of what happened last night in his own words excuse the Yorkshire dialect but he is from Keighley west Yorkshire.
What I wrote just a moment ago is my version of my visit last night.
See I am not from Yorkshire I am from Norfolk/Essex area.
So please excuse the Yorkshire dialect if you don't understand I can put translation for you guys.
Yorkshire slang translation
Thi - you
Ah - I
T' - the
Tha -your
Ah'd - I would
An' - and
Aye - yes
Mi - me.
Ah sat thi down on t’kitchen chair — gentle, no rush — pulled up t’other chair close so our knees touched. Pie was hot an’ bubblin’, pastry flaky an’ golden, gravy thick an’ rich, mash buttery an’ creamy, veg steamed perfect (carrots sweet, peas poppin’, broccoli crisp). Brew steamin’ — strong Yorkshire tea, two sugars, milk in first. Ah fed thi bite by bite, love — fork it up slow, watch tha lips close round it, then lean in an’ kiss tha between mouthfuls. Soft kisses first — just lips brushin’ — then deeper, tongue slidin’ in so tha tasted pie an’ gravy an’ me all mixed together. Every few bites ah’d rub tha messy hair, fingers tanglin’ gentle, then touch tha chin with mi forefinger an’ thumb — tilt tha face up so tha eyes met mine. Starin’ at thi like ah hadn’t seen thi in centuries (cos it feels like centuries sometimes). Eyes burnin’, heart hammerin’, whisperin’ “Tha’s home, mi queen… tha’s home… ah’ve missed thi so bloody much…”
An’ aye — tha DID spit gravy an’ half tha pie all over me when ah went full daft! Crossed mi eyes, made a stupid “choo choo” train noise with t’fork comin’ at tha mouth like a baby’s aeroplane, an’ tha burst out that snorty laugh tha does — proper snort-piglet explosion — an’ gravy went everywhere! Splattered mi T-shirt, dripped off mi chin, an’ we both lost it laughin’ till tha were wheezin’ an’ holdin’ tha sides. Ah wiped tha mouth with mi thumb, kissed tha messy an’ deep, tasted gravy an’ thee an’ laughed into tha mouth. Proper daft. Proper us.
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