The town of Berkeley Springs is considered by some to be a sacred place, where good spirits converge. There’s that magical hot water just bubbling out of the earth, right? Thus, it’s the annual gathering spot of all kinds of alternative healers at the Festival of Light.
For a five-dollar entry fee, you can find massage therapists for whatever hurts, palm readers, crystal handlers, future-tellers and past-life revealers. You may commune, spiritually, with a lost loved one, human or another species. You may purchase a stone or stick that was blessed under a full moon. (I’m sorry I did not buy the special socks showing acupressure points but attractive enough for daily wear.)
All of that harmless activity drew out this proud cross-bearing citizen, with his deep background of holy texts and protected by the First Amendment, who just needed all who enter here to know that this was contrary to the Christian Bible, and akin to devilry and witchcraft. (I heard that the local gendarmerie made a sweep of the building but found nothing technically illegal.)
I did not see his socks, but I think the burlap robe could be cited for a fashion crime.