The short answer?
A witch. A healer. A bone reader. A breaker of lineage silence.
A man who walked away from an eight figure life in aesthetics to resurrect something far older, far stranger, and far more powerful than anything the modern world is ready for.
The long answer?
Buckle up.
I was not born Auric Orion Blackwood. I became him.
I shed the old name, the old identity, the old world, the old performance, and what emerged was the truth underneath. A man built from stardust, mountain dirt, bone memory, and the kind of intuition that scares people who prefer their magic watered down.
My path did not start in a witch shop or on TikTok. It started long before that. In the silent places where my ancestors hid their medicine, their stories, and their identity just to survive.
I did not choose this work. It chose me the second I stepped onto the land that made my bloodline.
And the land answered back. With signs. With bones. With fire. With animals. With dreams. With an eagle flying overhead the moment I honored my line.
Some people get gentle nudges. I get spiritually bitch slapped with confirmations.
Growing up, Melungeon was whispered like a dirty word. Poor, backwoods, inbred mountain folk. The kind of thing families hide, not celebrate.
That was the lie.
The truth? My people were the ones who survived what others did not. The ones who blended Indigenous, African, and European roots into something the world did not have a name for. The ones who read signs in the wind, healed with roots and hands, spoke with spirit, cast bones, divined fate, dreamed messages, and held power quietly because power got you targeted.
My ancestors were not ashamed. They were silenced. They were not poor. They built entire mountain communities with nothing but skill, grit, and supernatural instincts.
And in my direct line, Solomon Old Sol Collins, my fourth great grandfather, the Native mountain patriarch, a medicine keeper, a man of omen and spirit, passed his gifts down the bloodline.
Not to mention my direct Royal bloodline to Ireland with some of the witchiest beings of the time.
They lay dormant. Skipping generations. Sleeping.
Until me.
An eagle appearing right as I offered tobacco the first time I tried to connect with my ancestors. A bone set clicking like it was speaking a language I forgot I knew. An intuitive knowing that felt older than this lifetime. Ancestral whispers that became a roar.
I did not step into this work. I woke up into it.
My emotional alchemy turns out to be exactly the kind of internal healing my ancestors practiced long before psychology existed. My bone casting feels less like learning and more like remembering. My energy work feels like the thing I was born to do but had to collapse an entire identity to access. My witchcraft is the perfect bridge between my European lineage, my past life echoes, and my modern spiritual path.
Where witchcraft meets the mountain
A lot of witches choose their path. Mine is woven from two bloodlines colliding.
European witchcraft. English, Irish, Scottish threads. Magick, ritual, prophecy, fire, spellwork. Lifetimes of it.
Appalachian Native medicine. Omen reading, bone throwing, energy extraction, shadow healing, ancestral communion, threshold magic, emotional clearing, and spirit guided work.
I did not have to choose one.
I am the crossroads where they meet. The threshold walker. The one who crosses between worlds. The one who translates the unseen. The one who breaks the generational silence and brings the medicine back into the light.
I built this show because I know what it feels like to have your power taken from you. To be told that who you are is wrong, dangerous, too much, not enough, something to be hidden or fixed or saved.
I know what it feels like to spend years performing a version of yourself that has nothing to do with who you actually are. And I know what it feels like to finally stop.
Witches Wild is where I share the journey in real time. The craft, the shadow work, the ancestral downloads, the rabbit holes, the conversations with witches from across the world who are doing the real work and have never had a show willing to go where we go.
This is not a show about performing witchcraft. This is a show about reclaiming it. About stripping away everything that was placed over your power and getting back to what was always underneath.
Because that is the whole point. Sovereignty. Yours. The kind that does not ask permission, does not need a guru, and does not live in any altar you can buy.
It lives in you. It always has.
And if you found this show it was not by accident.
I am not here to make you comfortable. I am here to make you sovereign.
If you found me, it was not by accident.
