may have stumbled upon a ritual site??
i found something today that affected me enough that i felt i had to share. i’m not someone who pays any attention to most conspiracies, the only one i do buy into, mainly because it’s not even a conspiracy anymore, is the gathering of world elites to partake in unspeakable horrors, as the world elites tend to enjoy. i believe i’ve found somewhere that these activities take place today.
that place is Wootton Lodge, home of the Bamford family, owners of JCB. i was contracted to work as additional site staff for an annual festival they are holding for their employees, and on the way in, satnav went batshit and me and my co worker ended up getting lost. we found ourselves essentially driving though the maintenance roads that run through their vast grounds, we didn’t see another person for miles. these grounds include very high hills, which we wound through for about 15 minutes before coming to a thick forest, where the badly paved roads stopped altogether, and we ended up driving on what were basically gravel bike trails. absolutely not meant for cars at least. we were well and truly lost until, out of nowhere in these woods, we come across this (image attached.) a small clearing with a greek/roman style pillared fascia, freely standing, surrounded by giant fire pits. if you zoom in, there are deers skulls attached to the wall, and some kind of huge metal door. this was the only structure for a considerable distance, besides a few wooden huts in a clearing about 250 meters away. it’s almost comically evil looking, like some kind of caricature of what an evil occult sacrifice sight would look like. i didn’t get a good luck, because we didn’t stop and get out, but there were piles of firewood stacked up behind the wall.
naturally i immediately googled this after the days work, and couldn’t find any information regarding its existence anywhere. what i did find out is that Wootton Lodge itself was once owned or at least stayed in on a semi-permanent basis by the Moseley’s, who if you don’t know where basically the faces of British Fascism, during the 1930s. there also happens to be an abattoir on the grounds, which we drove past on the way in. it’s terrifying. maybe it’s just a folly, but it’s a bloody suspicious and evil looking one, with too much coincidental nefariousness around it for me to be comfortable with it. these are private grounds btw, so it’s not any kind of scout camp, the only reason we could get on was because they’d opened up some of the surrounding roads for work vehicles setting up this festival. if anyone knows anything about this at all, please try and out my fears to rest 👍