𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲

I wanted to share this event with the pre-introduction of explaining that nothing is ever 100% true or really a fact, and in the most extreme cases something is only ever scientifically 99.99% accurate, which is pretty accurate however not 100%. Though I have photographic evidence of what occurred that day in Burley woods, there's an element of mystery that sits within that unknown field of 0.01%.

The iconography and representation of such visuals which occurred naturally does shake me a little. Fear is in the unknown. A series of great coincidences which spoke to my inner core, my human mind making connections to my experience... But of course that unintentional magickal medieval side of my brain wanted to approach this story from the dellusional so here we go into the 0.01%

It said in the town of Burley in the new forest Gerald Gardner and his coven of witches would conjure their magick, on one occasion, conjuring a cone of power, witnessed by Gardner, with full intention to stop Hitler from ever coming to Britain.

The spell was so powerful that a few of the witches' coven who conjured the power cone, apparently physically visible according to Gardener, died in the following weeks with the amount of strength it look out of them or so the legend goes… But one thing is for certain, Hilter never did step into Britain. 

It is was in these very woods that I had a comforting, eye opening almost supernatural experience, and if I didn’t have pictures, then it would probably go down as “ Tommy sprouting off rubbish” which is amusing to me as I'm far to honest for my own good. After going to the witches' shops to get some souvenirs and picking up some tools for ritual, I found myself l getting really tired so I pulled over where all the wild horses were roaming free in front of a majestic wood, the new forest is renowned for its beauty. The spot looked really inviting, being shattered I drifted off to sleep.

I was then awoken by a black horse tapping on my window, assuming it wanted some of the sweets that I had in the car. The horse persisted in walking towards the woods and turned to look at me where it starred me out before making a beckoning motion with its neck as if they say, follow me, which is mad and absolutely illogical, there’s probably some animal behaviour expert that can answer what it was truly doing rather than my human interpretation, but to me at the time, it was a beckon, so I decided I’d follow my new friend into the woods.

We tread into the beautiful green, he stopped a few times to Graze. I admired his gorgeous noir coat, there's something so imperial about horses.

We got about five-minutes walking distance into the woods where my friend sort of stamped and made a huffing sound, which startled me before taking off into the forest, probably pissed at the fact I was following it lol. I was a bit worried though, did I scare him or something? I still had all the items on me from Burley town and was planning on doing a small ritual and maybe even filming it but my battery was very low.

This is when I looked upwards and realized there were five trees that were fallen and not man-made, which formed a perfect pentacle in front of me, I instantly thought “So this is what the horse wanted  me to see.” Hahaha!

Which is very lovely as it’s rare I can get into the wondrous, child-like imaginative head space that once was, many many moons ago. I had just enough battery to get a few shots before it ran out. I never did the ritual, regrettably, but certainly was captivated by the whole experience.

The coincidences that occurred that day with the influence of Wiccan elements and the Witchery that took place certainly was one of the most bizzare expierences I've ever had. It was amazing to feel at one with nature regardless of any belief system that one follows and it make me feel seen by the universe in that moment. The magick elements awakened my need for the self help from ritual once again, Ave Satanas