Cassandra and I do not usually provide workshops in the winter, but due to Covid restrictions, we postponed them until later this year.
We were in the village hall during the afternoon, to maintain social distancing, however it resulted in a ‘chilly experience’ for all concerned. The village hall committee will not heat the venue at the moment, as they are concerned that any warmth will breed bacteria.
Cassandra spoke about methods of divination and the use of magical squares and sigils.
I explained the history of sea witchery,Cornish legends of mermaids, working with the moon, the tides and utilising various objects from the shore for magical work.
After speaking about the origin and uses of Mermaids Purses, I guided the group through a process of drawing their spell sigils, that can be done in various ways.
When writing out spells, the letters can be stacked one on top of the other which creates an interesting formation, alternatively one can draw symbols with full focus and intent to achieve their desire.
As the afternoon had been rather cold, we were a little concerned about the group and our evening at the beach as the temperature would drop further.
We found a sheltered area between the rocks on Sennen beach and Cassandra created a glowing fire.
After blessing their spells with the elements, I took our three students to the sea. At low tide, we walked a fair distance and as we approached, the sea roared and one wave hurtled towards us surrounding our feet. We sang an evocative chant to call the spirits that had real potency.
It was extremely dark, so much so that Karyl, one of our students, had unknowingly stepped into an area of sand that had the consistency of muddy ‘quicksand’ which caused her to lose her balance. Fortunately she wore waterproof trousers and the sea spirits were eager to take the spell and other items she offered from her hand as she fell.
Paul, her attentive husband helped her up and we were relieved to discover she had not injured herself. We were about to bury the two other spells within the sand, when a wave rushed towards us again and filled the hole we had made, so we moved further back to create another. The sea spirits were extremely playful on this occasion!
When the work was done, we returned to the fire that Cassandra had tended and we shared libations of Cornish mead and saffron buns.
We were alone on the beach except for one light from a night fisherman in the distance. Cassandra and I were pleasantly surprised that the night air was still and we felt much warmer on the beach that evening than we had during the afternoon!
While Cassandra, Karyl, Paul and Phil were conversing I returned to the sea to give to offer a special libation to the spirits.