30. A New Life

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.

Newquay Beach. Image - Cornwalls

Newquay Beach. Image – Cornwalls

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 Town. Image - Daily Mail

Newquay Town. Image – Daily Mail

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.

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Image – Zoopla

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.

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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.

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Image – Sykes Cottages

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.

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Truro College. Image – What Uni

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. 

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Lemon Street Truro. Image – rightmove

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. 

Neck of Corn. Image - Jungle Botanica

Neck of Corn. Image – Jungle Botanica

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…….

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26. A Lammas Prayer

 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.

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Image – Rightmove

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.

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Sancreed Church. Image – Megalithic Portal

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.

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Image – Silent Earth

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

Pendle 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. 

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Image – Rightmov

 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 

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Image – Rightmove

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.

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Image – Rightmove

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.

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Image – Rightmove

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!