Thursday, February 23, 2017
Blackbird Hill - also known variously as the witch-haunted Burn Hill and Crow Hill - has long been the habitation of a colony of crows, and is one of the points on both the Horsingdon Triangle as well as the recently-discovered Horsingdon Pentagram. Legend holds that the crows arrived soon after the ill-fated witch-burning of 1678, and that they now protect the local population from the powers that have subsequently come to haunt the hill. In return, it is said that the crows demand only that the soul of one innocent be given to them every year on All Hallows Eve, so that they might renew their watch.
Interestingly, local ornithologists, who have diligently documented the avian population of Blackbird Hill over the last two decades, have noted that the size of the colony has expanded by exactly one bird annually during this period.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Eastcote Lane Public Library. Along with Boreham Park Library, this once contained a very fine and extensive collection of esoterica, much of it detailing the occult history of Northwich and Horsingdon. The library was refurbished in the late 1970s, at which point said collection was removed to parts unknown for storage. The books were never returned after the completion of the renovations, and at the time a spokesperson for Horsingdon Council claimed that they had been misplaced due to an administrative error, and that their disappearance was 'pending investigation'. Needless to say, the collection failed to ever reappear.
Some have suggested that this formed part of a wider campaign involving the wilful erasure from public scrutiny of occult materials - especially those pertaining to the history of the borough - by Horsingdon Council itself. If that was indeed the case, it is cause for speculation as to exactly why the Council would feel the need to aggressively pursue such a course of action.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Curious aerials and transmitters populate the murky Horsingdon skyline, many of which appear to be without function, or are otherwise a hangover from the early Cold War period when the Ministry of Defense apparently established a number of listening posts in and around Horsingdon. If true, their purpose for doing so remains - like so much else about the region - vague and unclear.
That the landscape hereabouts is possessed of its own signal is, for most inhabitants of the Horsingdon Triangle, a given; but exactly what is being broadcast, and why, is a mystery. For my part, the soft static fry which laps gently at the borders of consciousness each night, like the comforting purr of a telephone bereft of its receiver, speaks of the insensate sound of a universe in which no-one and nothing is listening anymore.
Monday, February 20, 2017
A while back I mentioned that the police had been called to St. Osmund's Church after the discovery that one or more of the graves in the surrounding cemetary had been disturbed. On a return visit at dusk this evening, I discovered that the entire church had bern sealed off. The official explanation is that, due to subsidence, the entire church building has been rendered unsafe. The unofficial rumours hold that, during earlier police enquiries, something was discovered in the basement of the church, and the building has been closed to the public pending further investigations by the police and Horsingdon Borough Council.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Another view of the Witching Tree on Hallowmere playing fields, framed against the Horsingdon skyline. There appears to be a spherical object to the right of the photo which I don't recall seeing when the picture was taken, as well as the faint image of spectral plumes rising from the landscape. Perhaps more chillingly, just below the branches on the lower left-hand side of the image, one can just make out what seems to see the vague impression of what looks to be the tortuously-stretched likeness of the eyes, nose and mouth of a human face.
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Evidence of ritualistic activities discovered during a recent visit to Horsingdon Woods, in the vicinity of the wych elm; indeed, modernity’s incursions into the region have had little or no impact upon the practice of witchcraft and the keeping of the Old Ways amongst some sectors of the population.
Note the intersection of the logs into a cross-like shape. Certain traditions hold that, during the Christian era, the cross or crucifix was typically trampled upon as part of the rites of witchcraft. This was less an embrasure of the Devil and all His works, and more a political act: the rejection of a false teleological futurity which welcomed apocalypse in favour of a timeless, traditionalistic primordialism (equally problematic in its own way). Either way, these are the artificial ways and doctrines of a species which mistakenly thinks itself significant in relation to topographies which are, in fact, wholly indifferent. As far as humanity is concerned, there are no ideological victors when it comes to the Horsingdon landscape, or to the Powers that inhabit it, or to the infinite worlds with which it intersects.
Friday, February 17, 2017
My attempt to take a photo of the wych elm in Horsingdon Woods from which Mrs Bennett was hanged: the tree appears to be framed by an aura of strange light, and it seems as if the background of the photo is fragmenting or collapsing into some sort of constellation of fuzzy fractals - as if this tree and its clearing is a point of intersection with some other, terrifying unreality.