I missed my husband when he commuted to London but resisted the urge to contact him as it would give credence to my mother in law’s assumption.
My son cultivated new friendships and enjoyed a summer at the beaches and learnt to surf during the warm summer days.
I had not discovered anyone in the village who shared similar interests and spirituality. I missed the friends I had in Kent. My husband had turned my dream into reality by moving to Cornwall and it took a period of six weeks before I grew accustomed to his commuting. I arranged to return to Kent for a visit at Yule.
I received a birthday card from my mother in law. She signed the card with her name instead of ‘Mum’. It seemed she was to distancing herself from me, even though we had never been close. She attempted to put us off our move to Cornwall voicing her concerns about radon gas, but we had researched this matter and found that the dangers of it are in properties that are sealed with no ventilation.
I performed a solitary full moon ritual in August 2008. I was still uncertain about the reason I had moved to Cornwall, but felt the ‘calling’ most of my life. I loved Pendle cottage, but it soon became apparent that this particular area did not have a spiritual community. I asked the Gods to reveal the reason I had the ‘calling’ to Cornwall.
Newquay was 7 miles away and the atmosphere of the town was rather like Southend. It is an ideal place for nightlife as many ‘stag’ and ‘hen’ parties frequent the town. When I ventured into town the energy was intense and my visits were short.
My son formed a band with his friends, they wrote songs together and practised regularly in the garage. One evening as I glanced out of the window I noticed the boys run out of the garage. Apparently they observed an object move which frightened them.
On one occasion my son studied his college work in his bedroom and as he raised his head he saw a man at the top of the stairs watching him intently. I heard a loud ‘thud’ when my son was startled by this. He described him with a dark beard and long hair wearing a cloak and he also watched him disappear. I sensed the spirit was involved in the building of the cottage and was its guardian.
During my domestic chores in the ‘galley’ kitchen, I often felt a presence which moved from the dining room into the kitchen. I spoke about this to the previous owner, who had also experienced it during her time there. The kitchen was an extension on the back of the cottage built in the 1980s and the dining room door was once the back entrance. At night I heard the murmur of voices and laughter as if I had a room in a crowded inn. There were no public houses in the area and the village was quiet at night. When my husband was home, he drank a small glass of whisky and felt strangely intoxicated. He later felt unwell and we wondered if it had anything to do with the energies of the inn (or kiddlywink) that affected him. Wikipedia explains the meaning of Kiddlywink:
“Kiddlywink (sometimes spelt kiddleywink) is an old name for a Cornish beer shop or beer house, which became popular after the 1830 beer act. They were licensed to sell beer or cider by the Customs and Excise rather than by a Magistrate’s Licence which was required by traditional Taverns and Inns. They were reputed to be the haunts of smugglers and often had an unmarked bottle of spirits under the counter.)
I received an invitation from the priestess of the Bodmin moot to attend an open full moon ritual with her coven on a lunar eclipse. It was held at a coven member’s home, a beautiful Georgian farmhouse with large sash windows. The spacious kitchen contained a large aga and wonderful stone floor. The house was also used for moot gatherings. We began the ritual in the lounge and the priestess requested I invoked the elementals of the south. Her way of working was similar to the Alexandrian method., the words for The Charge of the Goddess were identical and the words for blessing the libations were evocative. Two of the female coven members seemed a little reserved and one treated me as though I were a beginner, but I enjoyed working alongside the priestess. The eclipsed moon appeared from behind the clouds just after the ritual and we assembled in the garden to admire her.
By September 2008 my son began his term at college. He felt alone at times as many of the students there knew one another at school, but there were other students from other areas. Apparently he experienced some hostility from young Cornish men who referred to him as a “gangster” from the London area.
I applied for work in Beauty Therapy and was employed by a salon in Truro. My qualifications were compatible with the salon’s requirements and surprisingly I was also qualified to deal with the brand of products they stocked. The owner was pleased with my holistic treatments particularly Reflexology. I discovered on my first day that the journey to work was a problem. Although it was only 12 miles away from my place of residence, it took an hour due to horrendous traffic going into town and the all day car parking fee was expensive. The French owner who interviewed me introduced me to another therapist. He informed us both that his wife, who was joint owner of the salon, was away on compassionate leave. The first day was extremely busy and as we had no receptionist we were given a quick explanation on how to use the reception computer system. Payments from clients, sales of products, all client records and appointments were dealt with by computer. Fortunately the manager dealt with reception duties that day. I also had no experience of the latest equipment provided in the salon and there was no time to practice before clients arrived. When I arrived on the second day the owner informed me that he was unwell and advised by his G.P. to return home. This meant that my colleague and I were running the salon. The other therapist began working at the salon the previous week which meant we were both inexperienced. The owner’s wife appeared later that day just after my unsuccessful attempt at an eyebrow wax on a client using the latest equipment. I had no experience of small wax rollers and had no time to practice. The owner’s wife was a large formidable looking South African woman. She took the client back into the treatment room and repeated the treatment for her. After the client left the owners wife spoke aggressively to me. I explained the situation and she reluctantly produced a pot of warm wax and spatulas to use, but insisted I practiced with the rollers. I was relieved that she did not stay long and my colleague informed me that previous therapists did not stay long due to the owner’s aggressive attitude. They had also left the running of the whole salon to two inexperienced therapists. I heard about another colleague who was also a Reiki practitioner and holistic therapist. I looked forward to meeting her and was relieved to hear that an experienced therapist would be with us the following day. I returned home utterly exhausted and told my husband all that had happened. He thought it an appalling way to run a business and totally unfair on their employees.
On the third day I met the holistic therapist and we had interesting conversations about various therapies and Reiki. She kept a variety of crystals in her treatment room for use on clients and had worked in the salon for 4 years. She knew the salon procedure well and even though this day was a huge improvement on the last two, I heard about the owner’s wife and why this therapist had decided to leave. She told me of a time when she was unwell and desperately needed to return home and the owner’s wife blocked the doorway to stop her. After hearing this and other incidents, I decided I could not continue at the salon. I was also informed that I would be expected to travel to London for the latest training courses on the latest beauty equipment and finance this myself. I could not afford to do so on such a low wage.
We received an invitation from the traditional witch and partner to attend an Autumn Equinox celebration in Penzance. The revived celebration was known as Guldize and it was the first one. We joined the procession in Chapel Street holding lit torches and followed the band. The traditional witch walked at the front holding a large ‘neck’ of corn and her partner was the photographer. We arrived at one of the old town pubs full of colourful antique artefacts from ships. We congregated upstairs in the function room where members of the community had brought a variety of vegetables for auction. An older man who had few teeth and long hair was rather comical and made suggestive comments about the phallic shaped vegetables as they were auctioned. Three elderly ladies from the Cornwall Society were giggling like schoolgirls. He raised a huge radish and I immediately bid for it which created laughter from the onlookers. My son performed on his keyboard and other musicians played folk music. I enquired about the wise woman and discovered she was away that weekend.
The traditional witch and partner invited us back to their home after the event and her partner showed me photographs she had recently processed of the wise woman. She explained that the wise woman felt a little subdued that day and not in the mood to pose for photographs, but agreed after a little persuasion. The wise woman looked into the camera lens and I could see in her eyes that she was unhappy. This was a different side to her from the outgoing personality I experienced at Conferences and it intrigued me. The traditional witch’s partner told me a cloud of smoke appeared from nowhere and the wise woman was not at all surprised as there were many unusual occurrences in her cottage. The conversation ended there and I did not feel it appropriate to ask too many questions. I continued to observe the blue eyes of the wise woman that conveyed so much that was locked away. It would be a challenge to get beyond the barrier and courage would be needed when one discovered what was really there…….