Case study: Breaking a binding spell
Fighting fire with fire using old school witchcraft...
2010. Jonathan was running a successful logistical business in London and the southeast of England…
He was well-to-do in terms of background. And had become smitten by a girl working for him in the admin department. He would buy her presents and was very good to her. He found it hard to declare his feelings but she could tell and did not appear to be interested in a romantic sense.
Nevertheless, we felt there was something holding her back, but we were unsure what it was.
So during summer of that year I suggested we head up to Hampstead Heath, North London, which overlooks the metropolis. It is a place I know like the back of my hand. The plan was to get afternoon tea at Kenwood House on the north of the heath, then head across the picturesque parkland to an area I knew from folklore and local legend was once a witches blasted heath.
The energies there can be harnessed. But in this case, I began with a rune reading to get an idea of the hidden elements behind the case.
Amidst the bushes and rolling heath land I went into visionary trance and then cast the runes. Soon I began to see what was going on. The girl in question had another suitor, a soldier, and from what I could tell on a psychic level he was very jealous of Jonathan and had visited a spiritual worker, one that was proficient in witchcraft. A binding spell of some kind had been put on the girl.
"What can we do?" asked Jonathan.
"To break this kind of witchcraft you'll have to drive down to Devon," I said. "A long run I know, but you'll be going to the moors, so a bit of a hike too. I could do this myself, but for it to work, you'll need to do it."
I explained that at a given coordinates on Dartmoor is a stone circle, a place I had visited a fair number of times. It was used by locals back in medieval times - a witch cult, one of the old school that had a witch master in league, it was said, with the Devil himself.
I told Jonathan that he will find both White Bryony and Cow Parsley (also known as Devil's Parsley) growing there or in the vicinity. Either would do fine. Naturally I gave him some pictures of both plants so he could identify them correctly.
"One word of advice, take the old routes down to Devon, not the motorways," I said. "With this kind of magick you need to take the country roads that were built on the old tracks of yore."
Jonathan wasted no time in going down to Devon and hiking a few miles across Dartmoor. Successfully collecting the necessary items, he returned to London and gave the plants to me.
Rather than use Hampstead Heath for the working to break the binding spell (due to potentially being disturbed, even at midnight) I drove up to Essex to an area equally known for witchcraft and well away from the nearest village.
Here I set up a circle amidst a birch grove on a hill. Calling upon the "Magister" or Man in Black, once known as the Lord of the Greenwood, I petitioned him to break the binding spell and to open the ways for Jonathan either for good or ill - the girl would either accept him or she wouldn't. I had told Jonathan that he would need to accept the outcome, whichever way it went. I used the White Bryony and Cow Parsley to open the gates to the Hollow Hills so that the Magister would come... and also left them as an offering of thanks.
The upshot was, within days, the girl accepted Jonathan's invitation to dinner at a fine London restaurant. From there they'd see each other outside work quite often. She warmed to Jonathan more and more - meeting his mother, who had been with British intelligence before she retired. After a couple of years of courtship, it was wedding bells.
The moral of this tale? The old ways work...
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