While in Avebury I checked out the West Kennet Long Barrow, a 5.5 thousand-year-old tomb. It was undeniably a place built for the dead; it was still, silent, void. It was extremely comforting. I could feel my god, the Lord of Death and the Beyond. Stern, quiet, loving, embracing. As a Witch, I don’t fear death. When this life has run its course, I’ll be collected by that same Lord I met in the barrow.