Claddagh Eternity
Friendship, loyalty, and love

Lindsey’s 40th birthday was last week. I should have shared this piece with my subscribers then — it didn’t occur to me then. She did signal me that she was with me on my walk when in succession these songs came on my YouTube Music app:
It Must Be Love by Madness Sister Golden Hair by America Hello, It’s Me by Todd Rundgren
Unconditional Love — Eros and Agape I gave and you learned You gave me the greatest gift Love from a beautiful soul
The Decoder Ring
My lover, Lindsey, universally known in the realms of Heaven as Sitara, passed away on March 17, 2020. This and my instantaneous soul-awakening are described and detailed throughout many of my stories. Today, the last day last year I saw her, and the next few days, need to be about Lindsey and Sitara, not me. I wrote these words somewhere:
Late last year or thereabouts, She gave me the Claddagh ring that her grandmother had given her. I now know that Grandmother to Granddaughter is one of the traditional giftings of these rings, that stand for love, loyalty and friendship; so her gifting to me was very meaningful. When she gave it to me, she said it would bring me luck if ever she wasn’t here to look after me [flood gates opening].
I think Lindsey’s soul inspired that giving and statement because Sitara knew the return-date was approaching.
The ring became a bracelet on my wrist — the first and so far only tattoo on my 54-year-old wrist that I will wear till I rejoin my lover, who passed away at 36-years-young, back home in heaven. Her names, Lindsey and Sitara, form the chain, Sitara left to right from my eye, Lindsey from yours.

I published this tanka not too long ago:
I miss you so much Don’t worry beautiful soul Third always “sees” you; As we reside in my heart I am always home with you
The tanka explained
“Homesickness (for a home to which you cannot return to or perhaps for the Source itself)” and “home is where the heart lives.” For me, those quotes refer to the same places, and at times, especially when I am tired, I just want to go home to Sitara — it’s hard to imagine another 50 years apart — the double-edged sword of awareness of Heaven Mate (I have been using the term Soul Partner, but yesterday I learned this better and infinitely more divinely descriptive term from Laxaa (please read this new writer — she is brilliant, and illuminatingly “tuned-in”)) — but no one should worry, an early exit is the furthest thing from my mind — homesick for the love of eternity does not give rise to anhedonia — I get tons of pleasure out of life every day — and eternity is just around the corner.
In Rama I create,
Marcus






