The sea God Pontus is said to have been created by Gaea alone, and there is little myth or legend associated with him beyond being the personified sea. In fact Pontus is an extremely powerful deity and those who make their living on the high seas ignore him at their cost, if not in life, then in death... 

Encounters with sea Gods invariably involve being drawn into their realms. In other words: under the surface of the sea. The astral body does not need air in the same way as the physical and therefore you do not 'drown'.
    On first encounter with Pontus the entire room lit up with a blue-grey light which shimmered and glittered as if phosphorescent as a dark tropical sea. Then a figure appeared.
    Pontus is an immensely strong-looking God. He chooses to appear as a man in his late 40s, but he has white hair, a whispy beard, and blue green eyes. His skin is very pale and although his hands and fingers are 'human-like' the skin between his toes is webbed.

"I am pleased it is today that you honour me as it is a special day. Tonight is special. It was regarded as my festival day in ancient times. There was much feasting and drinking and honouring me."

The following is the team-member's account of the encounter:
    '...I felt myself thrown into the sea and sank to the bottom and then was dragged along underwater. I tried to free myself but couldn't. In the distance I could see the opening of a huge cave " I will show you something beautiful." 
He pointed toward an object and to my amazement I saw it was the exact shape of a pyramid but made entirely of blue, pink and white coral,  5 metres high.
    "We the Gods of the seas need the help of mortals to keep the seas pure, yet mortals do not help us. Through chemicals that come from rivers into the sea and from ships the fish are contaminated. Mortals catch fish then eat them; so many suffer strange illnesses to do with the blood. Fishing boats sail out to sea, catch fish, watch them die and then do not want half of them and throw them back. This is wrong. Many mortals are now suffering for their pollution of the oceans and for killing innocent sea creatures. I sink boats and punish the mortals involved. Come."

'...I seemed to pass into a light and it was like a huge wide tunnel of different coloured lights all moving around; then the lights became little fish and the sides of the tunnel broke away and I was somewhere else in the ocean, near the surface. I saw a really filthy, rusty boat chugging in cold waters as I could see icebergs and frozen sea. 
    On board the boat were large canisters. The boat manoeuvered and the crew threw them overboard into the sea. Then when all the canisters had been dumped the boat turned and chugged away. After some distance it seemed to hit something and the boat went down with all on board. 

"This boat has been used many times for this wicked work, polluting the sea with dangerous chemicals. It will never be used again. These men will be punished."

'...Again he pulled me through the water and we reached a huge rock with a small flat area on top and on this were two human skulls, one upright as if growing out of the rock, the other on its side, about half a metre apart. No flesh just grey white skulls. Little fish swam in and out of the eye sockets and open mouth, in and out of the holes, round and round going from one skull to the other and swimming in and out. Although it was horrible to see the skulls it was lovely to see the little grey fish playing and clearly enjoying themselves.'

"These skulls belonged to men who fished on a trawler. They killed each other fighting and falling overboard. Wicked creatures, but they are more useful now than when they were alive. A playground for the small fish."  

'...We reached a coral reef and I noticed there was a lot of black sticky tar around. Some of the coral was okay but other bits were badly affected by the oil. As I drew nearer I saw something move. At first I thought it was a fish and then I realised it was a man. I watched for a moment.  He was bleeding from arms and legs and face, and to my horror he was actually licking the tarry oil from the coral. He was obviously in agony, his tongue was black and bloody. 
    "This soul deliberately cleaned out the tanks of his ship. He died a natural death. The great Keres sent him to me for punishment. He is to clean the coral until it is perfect again. I hope  you have enjoyed these few moments. I am in a contented mood today therefore I give you the gift of contentment. You have my affectionate blessings."

Festival of Pontus: April 16th