A member of my magical group continued the struggle with feelings of guilt and the relationship with her Catholic mother had a stronger influence. When the younger woman left the magical group she was distressed about the break up with friends and I explained that relationships enter our lives for various reasons. Some friendships may last, but others are a temporary lesson and we move on. I reminded her that the magical group was also a temporary arrangement to assist her development. My Reiki student experienced a sudden family crisis and could no longer attend the magical group and her friend (with the Catholic mother) would not attend the group without her, subsequently the group closed. I had encouraged them to be stronger women as they had difficulties confronting problems with others and asked me to be their spokesperson. I did so on a couple of occasions but the negative repercussions were then directed at me. The time had come for me to distance myself from their problems so they learnt to deal with them.
During July 2006 we sold our property and rented another property while continuing our search in Cornwall.
My husband’s work colleague advertised his parents’ home for rent as his mother had recently passed away and his father lived in a residential nursing home. He offered us a discount in rent and we moved in shortly after returning from our August Cornwall vacation.
I joined two Cornish Pagan e-list groups online to communicate with the local community. Both groups were administrated by the traditional witch who used three different pseudonyms and email addresses. He invited us to the local moot ritual for Lammas at Sancreed during our visit.
I also reconnected with a childhood friend in Cornwall. My family attended the Fowey church during their yearly vacations. This particular friend and I were childhood sweethearts and had known one another from the age of five until we were sixteen when we both left the religion. I discovered him via the Friends Reunited website and disovered he was married with four children. I arranged to meet him and his family during our vacation and was also eager to view the eight period properties during our vacation.
Sancreed is a beautiful village with an ancient church. The field was just behind it where the Lammas ritual would take place. The traditional witch had just recovered from the operation earlier in 2006 and performed the role of the Goddess during the ritual. It was a warm sunny day and the traditional witch proudly walked around the field, enjoying her new identity. A Pagan male who took part in the ritual apparently disagreed with a transgender person performing the Goddess role and this upset the traditional witch and partner. There was an abundance of corn to construct dolls, then each person in turn placed their creation in the centre of the circle making a personal request to the Gods. My husband and I prayed for help in finding our property. I hoped the wise woman may attend as the traditional witch’s partner mentioned it was her local group, but unfortunately she had other commitments. We were introduced to the couple who organized the rituals, the woman was middle-aged with a wealth of long thick dark blonde hair and her husband was plump with a wiry grey beard. He reminded me of a garden gnome which was a common image amongst the local men. As I hugged the woman I noticed the traditional witch’s ‘eye roll’ but was unsure what caused this reaction. The group were extremely welcoming and shared their food and drink with us after the ritual.
I visited St Nectan’s waterfall and connected with the Gods concerning the search for our new home. As I did so, I noticed a stone covered in red oxide laid at my feet and took it home with me to generate energy for the property search. After viewing eight of them I discovered just how exhausting a property search could be and many were nothing like the photographs displayed. My area of preference was near Tintagel, but as my son would attend Truro college after our move, my husband decided a central location would be advisable. We viewed properties near Newquay and one was presentable but did not have a welcoming energy. We then returned to our caravan after completing our viewing list. I decided to look at the properties advertised in their local newspaper and it was then we discovered a beautiful white cob cottage.
Pendle Cottage looked impressive. We arranged a viewing and when we stopped outside, we noticed an iron witch displayed on the outside wall. The female owner had a lovely energy about her . She described the renovation work done over the years and had updated photograph albums of the cottage. The property was exceptionally clean inside with tiled floors and three inglenook fireplaces. A working fireplace stood at one end of the lounge and at the one at the other end was tall enough to contain a bookcase. The fireplace in the dining room housed an electric heater and built into the side of the fireplace was a fascinating clome oven. The floor was below ground level to give the rooms extra height and the beams were original. The mains drainage pleased my husband as he was reluctant to own a septic tank. There were three spacious bedrooms and the overall colour scheme was white walls and black wooden beams. Pendle Cottage was built in 1750 and reported to be one of the oldest buildings in the village. I immediately fell in love with it and the special part was we had discovered this cottage on the full moon after Lammas!
My husband instructed me to show no emotion when viewing properties, as he would be unable to offer a lower amount if the owners thought we were eager to buy. It was difficult to contain my excitement over Pendle cottage and my husband was reluctant to purchase a property immediately as he planned to store the money in a high interest account. I persuaded him otherwise as properties such as Pendle Cottage were few and we had seen enough to know this. My son was not enthusiastic about the cottage as the ceilings and beams were low and he thought he would need a ‘crash helmet’ while living there.
When we returned to the caravan site, my husband put in an offer with the estate agent which was £11000 below the asking price. I did not support this as I could see how much work and care the owner had put into the property, but if the cottage was meant to be ours, the Gods would see to it.
We had arranged to visit my childhood friend and I was surprised to see that he still lived his life as though he was a member of his parents’ religion. We had both been out of it for nearly thirty years. I conversed with his wife who also had family members in this religion and I sensed she was unhappy in her marriage. Any fantasy I had when younger about marrying him and moving to Cornwall was put to rest. His sister and parents were still members of this religion and it was obvious it still had an effect on him. Unfortunately there are many former members who are affected in this way.
After our return to Kent, we moved into the rented property at the beginning of September 2006. The spirit presence of the woman who recently died was still there and during our first evening my son and I were in the lounge watching television and
we heard a sound coming from the direction of the dining room. We observed the drawer of the filing cabinet open and then close and then my husband called me to the bedroom where he was assembling the bed.
He explained that he heard a sound from the large cardboard box behind him and turned to see the flaps of it open as if someone had looked inside and then pushed them down as if to close the box. We sensed that the woman did not mind our presence but was curious about our belongings. My husband’s colleague was her only child and she seemed to connect with our son as he often felt her presence in his room.
The Traditional Witch and partner stayed with us on one occasion for two nights while visiting London. I had suggested the traditional witch tried the world of fashion modelling as she was tall and slim, so they had arranged to attend an interview. During the night they slept in the open plan lounge/ dining room on an air bed and heard objects moving around in the kitchen. The traditional witch heard this and it did not disturb her but she did wake her partner as it would have unnerved her.
As our rent paid for the care of the landlord’s father at the nursing home we knew that his wife’s spirit would approve. We resided at the property for two years while our moving plans were put in place and it was an exciting time!