My next visit to Cornwall in July was an eventful one. We arranged our first meeting with the traditional witch and partner by the promenade of Penzance. He had suggested this in a letter and included a print of his photographs. I instantly recognized them as they walked towards us as both were tall with bright blonde hair. We greeted them both with a kiss and conversed a while before they suggested we visit their apartment.
The apartment was part of a period property and had spacious rooms. The traditional witch was a talented artist and we were shown some of his artwork. His partner was not interested in Paganism but had good knowledge of business promotion and ideas to market the traditional witch’s talents. She spoke of transgender modelling sites that were lucrative when connecting with male clients and I was intrigued as this was a ‘scene’ I knew little about. The traditional witch was also a gifted writer and corresponded well in his letters and emails, but in person he did not converse well. His partner spoke continuously giving the impression that she was the dominant one in their relationship. When the traditional witch did converse, I learnt about his relationship with the elderly man at the Conference. He did not wish to continue as a member of the magical group as the elderly man did not agree with his future gender change. This was a disappointment as it was the group I had hoped to join, but the traditional witch had plans to set up a magical group of his own in the future. We conversed easily with the traditional witch and all seemed well so further arrangements were made for them to visit Tintagel during our holiday.
After returning home, I contemplated the development of a close friendship with a male who wished to be female. I discussed the matter with my husband as I was concerned it could affect the friendship. He thought that had to trying in order to find out.
The friends from my magical group in Kent planned to join us in Cornwall during the weekend of our vacation. The youngest woman brought her two-man tent and was excited about sharing it with my Reiki student who was uncomfortable about sharing the tent so I offered her a bed in our static caravan. The young woman did not wish to stay in her tent alone and asked if she too could stay in the caravan. As there was no room we assured her she would be quite safe on a family camping site. On her return home she spread a rumour that she was forced her to stay in her tent and had an awful time, leaving out the fact we had fed her and taken her to visit some wonderful places. A member of our archery group also visited Cornwall during our vacation to join the archers at the Battle of Camlann. He was a middle-aged man caring for his mother who had dementia. My Welsh pen friend enjoyed writing to others and was in a similar situation caring for a disabled parent. I put them in contact with one another and hoped they would communicate for a while before they met. Two months later she arranged to visit him which concerned me as they did not know one another too well. I discovered that ‘matchmaking’ friends can backfire, even when done with good intentions.
The Battle of Camlann weekend was enjoyed by all. I did not attend the first day due to feeling unwell. The traditional witch and his partner were at the Battle during the day with my husband and friends then all returned to the caravan to spend the evening with us.
A cottaged named St Piran’s Well in Rocky Valley was on the property market and situated near the entrance to St Nectan’s Glen. The owners had passed away and we had spoken to them during out previous visits as they sold vintage items in the cottage. The garden gate was open so we entered the gardens and met another family looking into the cottage windows. They discovered an open window and climbed inside the cottage to look around and we followed. It was a 16th century period property and the floorboards on the first floor bowed in the centre of the rooms. The stone steps on the staircase were also worn. I stood in the kitchen and felt the cold spirit energy of the couple who once lived there. I discussed spirit presences with members of the other family who accompanied us as they too were believers. We loved the cottage but knew it was way out of our price range at £500,000. About a week after our return home, my Reiki student’s friend who worked in a local ‘new age’ shop had heard from a customer that she had purchased St Piran’s cottage. How fortunate she was.
We eventually left the archery group as my husband could not afford to continue paying the high insurance fee. The male member who joined us in Cornwall had spread false rumours about us to other members of the team and my former Welsh pen friend.
I left the psychic development circle as new members had joined which changed the group dynamics and affected its progression.
I discovered another group nearer to home. The husband of the couple hosting it was a spirit medium. He had a serious accident while at work and fell from scaffolding just six weeks after their wedding which broke his back and he was then disabled. As a Reiki practitioner, he thought the Reiki energy should have prevented this accident and consequently abandoned his practice of it. I explained to him that Reiki would not interfere with his lessons in life, but would enable him to cope with them. This did not alter his opinion. The friends from my magical group also attended this new circle.
I studied the Aikido martial art which has close links to Reiki practice. Ueshiba the founder of Aikido was an associate of Usui the founder of Reiki and
they exchanged ideas resulting in many similarities within meditations and discipline of both practices. I attended Aikido classes and discovered that it was not about the physical strength used towards an opponent, but the power of the mind. Using simple wrist and finger locking techniques gave one total control over an opponent’s body. I experienced how a small person could use these techniques on an opponent over six feet tall and bring him to the ground!
As I went about my daily chores, I received a psychic message to search through my husband’s pockets. This was something I would not do unless checking them before doing the laundry. I ignored the messages for a few days, but when it persisted, I thought there was good reason. I discovered receipts for petrol and cigarettes but I had believed he stopped smoking five years previously after the death of his father. I suggested he visit the General Practitioner to arrange attending a support group. He also received a medical check up and they found something wrong. He attended a hospital appointment for further tests and they discovered his problem was due to extremely high blood pressure and prescribed medication. There was indeed good reason to act upon psychic messages as doing so saved him from strokes or worse such as a heart attack. I no longer ignore messages and act upon them even when others disbelieve me until proved otherwise. It is important to trust your instincts.