A story, for my own remembrance but those that wish to read it and possibly have insight.
I don’t know what is wrong with the moon lately. I work on commercial fishing vessels, I am a sailor. I’ve been practicing witchcraft since I was a child and I’ve become a wiccan in the past couple of years. I’ve seen weird shit, I’ve felt weird shit, but this seeing this scared me more than anything I’ve ever worked with in shadows.
On my boyfriend/captains boat about a week ago, we were hauling lobster gear off of the coast of cape cod in Massachusetts. The water was calm, the breeze was light and that morning. His vessel is under a few different protection spells I’ve worked on it.
This morning was beautiful, the water and skies were completely ABSOLUTELY CALM.
I was standing at the wheel one moment, and the next the boat rocked violently, side to side. I looked for waves, for a whale possibly, but there was nothing in the water, nothing showing on sonar or radar. My captain, confused, went around the boat making sure we didn’t loose anything important over the side. I stayed at the wheel as the the boat flatten back out. I looked at our instruments and all of a sudden the compass started spinning clockwise, rapidly. As if we were spinning in place. It did not stop. In all honesty, I was terrified and called out to my boyfriend and he ran back up and I just pointed at the compass and said “what the FUCK”. he started tapping it and was said “what the hell... I’ve never seen it do that before.” I reached out and place my hand on it and wiggled it a bit, to see if it was perhaps loose. It wasn’t, but just as suddenly as it has started spinning when I stopped moving my hand it stopped. A moment later, our GPS malfunctioned, and we could no longer connect with the satellites. Luckily we aren’t fishing far from shore so it wasn’t a huge deal, but it was completely bizarre. It hasn’t happened since.
While there may be mechanical reasons why each of these things occurred, the feeling I had when this happened was such an uncomfortable sensation. I don’t lose my cool easily, especially while on the ocean. It’s the place I feel the most grounded and secure. But I was was terrified, and the feeling I had as I stood on that deck was one of complete confusion. Internally, there was a loss of connection with the water surrounding me. For the rest of that day, my internal compass was off, my footing was off.
There was a break in our collective connection, and that terrifies me. If anyone reads this, and possibly understands I would love to hear input. Sisters of mine from the area did not know what to do with my story, and told me they felt a strange sensation of cold as I told them what I witnessed.
