WHO IS
AURIC BLACKWOOD
The short answer?
A witch. A healer. A bone reader. A breaker of lineage silence.
A man who walked away from an 8-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.
the ORIGIN STORY
The one-who-crossed back into himself
I wasn’t “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 didn’t 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 to survive.
I didn’t 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 spiritual bitch-slapped with confirmations.
THE lineage they never told me about
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 didn’t. The ones who blended Indigenous, African, and European roots into something the world didn’t 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 weren’t ashamed — they were silenced.
They weren’t inbred — they were isolated for protection.
They weren’t poor — they built entire mountain communities with nothing but skill, grit, and supernatural instincts.
And in my direct line, someone named Solomon “Old Sol” Collins, my 4th 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.
You know those moments in movies where the main character discovers their destiny? Yeah, it was exactly like that.
An eagle appearing right as I offered tobacco when i first 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 didn’t step into this work…I WOKE UP into it.
My emotional alchemy? Turns out, it’s 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? The perfect bridge between my European lineage, my past-life echoes, and my modern spiritual path.
the
activation
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 (Mary Queen of Scots ring a bell?! LISTEN TO MY PAST LIFE REGRESSION PODCAST EPISODE HERE).
APPALACHIAN - NATIVE MEDICINE:
Omen reading, bone throwing, energy extraction, shadow healing, ancestral communion, threshold magic, emotional clearing, & spirit-guided work.
I didn’t have to choose one.
I AM the crossroads where they meet.
I’m 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 light.
THE hybrid medicine
where witchcraft meets the mountain
I guide people through the emotional, spiritual, and psychic thresholds they’re too afraid to cross alone.
I read bones — real ones, sparkly ones, Appalachian ones — because each set speaks to a different part of the soul.
I do emotional alchemy — the art of extracting what’s stuck, healing what’s hidden, and breaking patterns with surgical precision.
I work with spirit — ancestors, guides, and the shadows most people avoid.
I hold space for transformation in ways that are raw, witchy, irreverent, healing, and real.
I don’t package magic in light-and-love fluff.
My work is Sharp Truths. Deep Shadows. Loud Spirit. Clean Medicine.
And humor — because healing is easier when you can laugh at the chaos.
the work i do now
I am:
Auric Orion Blackwood
The Threshold Walker
The One-Who-Crosses
The Bone-Bridge
The Healer at the Edge of Shadow
The Witch with Ancestral Fire in His Blood
I do what I do because I finally remembered who the hell I am & and I refuse to let the medicine that survived centuries of silence die on my watch.
If you’re here, you’re meant to be.