In the late Spring of 2007 I was camping in the ridges of East Tennessee, out past White Bridge, Demory, even a bit further than Murphysville, and had been out there for about 3 months. Sometimes I had companions, sometimes I didn't, and during the days I was mostly alone roaming around the hills and shore lines. I spent a lot of the time in a deep meditative state as I found that the nature I was submerged in was quite therapeutic.
One day I was hiking back towards the general area of my main camp, and as I was coming down the big hill with the old fruit cellar in it, I saw the all black Ford Crown Victorian that my girlfriend and I drove pulling up the old road below. It had been used by the Knoxville PD for a K-9 unit and sold for 1500.00 in a local auction. The boat sized car was parked in the gravel and leaves at the bottom of the hill by the time I made it down and my girlfriend was sitting in the drivers seat with the door wide open, one leg dangling out, smoking a Marlboro red and rolling a joint. After our normal greeting we decided to drive the 10 or 12 miles out to a friends house that sat on top of a ridge pretty much in the middle of nowhere. It was the first time I had been away from the Nature in weeks. Normally I would have let her go by herself but for whatever reason I decided to ride in with her. I remember watching the camp disappear behind us as we went up the first hill. The roads on the way there were nothing but hills and curves. Just like all the back roads in East Tennessee. When we got to the top of the the driveway at our friends house, it was empty. We got out of the cruiser and walked up the stairs of the porch and banged on the front door. No one answered. My girlfriend walked around to the back door but didn't get an answer there either. Peering in through one of the windows on the front of the house it appeared to be empty. Upon trying the front door again we realized it was not locked and we entered into the home. It had been pretty much cleaned out of everything. You could obviously tell they had moved out and by the looks of it they obviously weren't coming back. There wasn't much left in the place but an old table, a few articles of clothing, other than a large blue book that was sitting on the table. Now I am a lover of books and it would have been against my nature to not at least have a look to see what the title was. It looked awfully large. Picking it up I looked at the cover and my interest was almost instant as I took in the silver lettering and the large pentacle that dominated the front of the book. Buckland's Complete Book of Witchcraft is what it read. I would later find out that this book has often been referred to as "The Blue Bible." I obviously took the book with me. No use letting it go to waste or be thrown away by the landlords or next tenants to move in, which is more than likely exactly what would have happened consider that part of Tennessee is heavily Christian. It would become a very influential text/tool on my quest of finding my spirituality and would serve as a guide of sorts on the next leg of the journey for sure.
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