Long ago, in the heart of Louisiana, there was a young man named Levi Crook who found himself on a journey not just of the body, but of the spirit. His farm, once vibrant with life, had grown weary and silent, for though his hands worked the soil and tended the beasts, something vital was missing. The breath of the earth, the pulse of the fauna, and the sense of meaning seemed distant. The farm’s spirit was punctured, leaving behind not only toiling labor but also a deep disconnect and waste — the very essence of life slipping away, unseen and unappreciated.

It was while slaughtering a hare the young man came to understand what was missing - what it was we as folk had lost. The offal, the forgotten and forsaken remnants of the animals. These were not refuse, but sacred gifts, holding magic and meaning in every sinew and bone.

His mission became clear — to honor the left-over, the unwanted, and the taboo. He sought to return offal, the discarded parts of the beasts, to its rightful place in the cycle of life, weaving it once more into daily living and sacred rites. With a vision as deep as the soil, he looked to the old traditions for wisdom and to the future for new ways, hoping to restore the balance between man, beast, and earth. Butchery, herbalism, and folk magic became his mentors.

At its heart, Awful Witchery became a tradition for those seeking a deeper connection: education, community, and spirituality. In time, the young man believed, folk would come to see the true worth in the food they raised and the harvest they reaped, recognizing the magic in both the land and their own hands. Through this, their lives would be richer, spirits fuller, and connection to the world, deeper.