We attended a local folk festival in May and met with members from our former Morris team. They were pleased to see us and we had an opportunity to explain our reasons for leaving. Our former Priestess attended a Yoga event that day, but the Priest entered the hotel with the other coven member and noticed us sitting with the team. After a quiet conversation between them the Priest left and the other coven member joined us. It was good to see him and he was friendly but a little reserved.
I attained a Diploma for my Reiki Master/Teacher level in May 2003. It was an intense course and I was fascinated by the new information. There were more meditations, plus Reiki attunements to practice and advice on teaching courses. I took time to digest the new information and familiarize myself with the practical aspect before teaching others. I had fantasized (as many do) about setting up a holistic retreat in Cornwall providing Reiki treatments and teaching courses. I discussed this with my former Priestess who stated that there were too many therapists there and the competition for work could make life difficult.
We returned to Cornwall in August 2004 and the weather was beautiful. We had purchased a small video camera to capture footage of Boscastle, Tintagel, Rocky Valley and St Nectan’s waterfall. When in Kent I could then take a journey to these places by observing the video footage. My psychic development circle met a few days after our return and one of the members sensed the presence of a Cornish water spirit with with me.
A week after our visit to Boscastle, we heard via the television news that Boscastle had flooded. It was distressing to observe the footage of their fabulous village engulfed by sea water and the rescue helicopters lifting residents from buildings. A car identical to ours plus many others were carried out to sea from the car park. Our family and friends contacted us to check we were home from our vacation.
My husband contacted the information centre using the telephone number given by BBC news to check the owner and staff at the Museum were safe. Apparently the majority of phone calls received were enquiries about the Museum and the following day the owner gave a short interview to reporters on television. He seemed rather bewildered and explained that the Museum was in a terrible state. The beautiful stone bridge that crossed the river had gone and the Harbour Lights shop opposite the Museum was flattened. The Museum may have lost many of its artefacts, but fortunately the building remained.
I received a reply from the Traditional Cornish Witchcraft group. The young man who contacted me agreed to become acquainted via email contact and yearly meetings. This would help him decide if I would be right for the group. I gave details about my life experiences and also sent photographs. We corresponded for a while and he thanked me for the detailed information. He then wrote about himself and how he had not used his real name as it was a pseudonym for Pagan email lists. He awaited surgery to change gender and then would be known by a chosen female name. From this time on he requested I used his female name in correspondence. His partner was also transgender and twenty years his senior. Our communication continued.
Two of my Reiki students asked me to teach them magical ritual and once again I became part of a magical group. After my past experiences I wanted group members to work as equals but this can be difficult when one is tutoring.
As we were no longer with the Morris team my husband announced he would choose our new family activity. We became members of a medieval longbow archery team that wore medieval attire and performed at historical events.
We attended medieval re-enactments and provided displays at ancient castles and sites. It was an expensive pastime as we purchased longbows, arrows and the correct costumes. We also needed to become members of the Grand National Archery Society so that we were insured. There were also health and safety regulations to adhere to.
We continued to attend the Battle of Camlann at Tintagel which was more enjoyable as we were then able to participate in battles with the team of archers against the soldiers.
Teaching Reiki courses and providing treatments for clients kept me busy, but work was not regular. My husband assumed the ‘Reiki craze’ would eventually die out due to sceptics and my mother in law agreed.
I regularly attended a mediumship development circle hosted by the couple I met at the Scole seminar. The woman would meditate and descend into a deep trance connecting with her Indian Chief spirit guide. Before meditation she would unfasten her brassiere and loosen her clothing. The physical attributes would affect the medium and the Indian Chief was a large man. The first time I witnessed this the transformation fascinated me when I saw the change in facial features. They taught me preparation of mind and body for deep trance meditation. At first I held back when I sensed a spirit in close proximity due to apprehension, but when I eventually relaxed, the spirit connected slowly and gently producing a wonderful feeling. Some television programmes that film in haunted locations with spirit mediums who ‘overact’ could put some off believing mediums had no control. An evil spirit taking over the body could be a deterrent until one understands that such programmes increase their drama for high viewing figures.
I celebrated Autumn Equinox with my magical group using a copy of a ritual from the Gardnarian group. The youngest member of the group giggled constantly and I thought it may be due to anxiety. She also requested to join my husband and I on our vacation to Cornwall. Although this woman was in her early twenties she came across as much younger and we soon discovered that she took advantage of others’ good nature. She became close friends with another female group member who was married with two sons. She had a lovely motherly energy and wished she had a daughter. This lady was one of my most talented Reiki students.
Organizing monthly rituals and hosting regular ‘Reiki shares’ kept me occupied. My magical group met for a Yuletide celebration. I did all the preparation before they arrived and cleared up after they left each ritual. It was evident that they had not practiced or remembered anything I taught them and repeatedly needed prompting. The only way this would improve was when they worked alone and during our next group meeting I explained that they had learnt enough to work without me.
I visited a local nursing home voluntarily. There were a few residents who could still converse and some of them had suffered severe strokes leaving them paralysed except for movement in one arm. I befriended a wonderful man who enjoyed card and board games. We discussed his family and the fascinating war-time adventures he had. Visiting the nursing home filled a void as I had no parental contact because of their religious rules.
After frequenting the home for eighteen months, I arrived one afternoon and the nurse explained the man I visited was unwell, but she allowed me to go to his room. I sat on his bed and held his hand noticing his difficulty with breathing. Even though I had not experienced this before, I thought it may be the type of laboured breathing one has before death. As we were alone it provided a good opportunity to discuss the world of spirit. He informed me that one of his friends had died and I explained that he had entered the spirit world for a reunion party. He hoped that I was right. I also assured him that his wife would be there to meet him when his time came to show him the way. He once again hoped that I was right so I asked for a sign of confirmation from him when he entered the spirit world and he promised me that he would. At this moment the room was filled with a powerful energy of unconditional love and I felt as though I was in an altered state of consciousness and anything was possible. As we conversed a large cluster of lights like diamonds appeared above his head. They glistened and then disappeared. Smaller individual lights appeared around his bed and the reading light on his bedside table flickered. I described these to him as a sign that those in the spirit world heard us. When it was time for me to leave, he refused to say goodbye as he was unhappy about it. As I walked along the corridor I heard him shout “goodbye” as loud as he could and I reciprocated. I wished that I had returned to him for one final hug. This had happened on a Monday. The following Friday I attended a Reflexology treatment exchange with other therapists. As I laid back in the treatment chair and relaxed a large cluster of lights appeared from the corner of the ceiling identical to the lights I saw at the nursing home. The following day a nurse called at my home to inform me that the man at the nursing home passed away on Thursday. I am convinced the lights were his promise to confirm he was in the spirit world. I will always remember him and the extraordinary experience I had. It was a wonderful gift from spirit for the love and happiness I gave him. Members of his family also visited to thank me for bringing happiness and light into the final days of his life.