For those that didn’t realize it, I’m Jewish. Not that great at being Jewish, but that’s what I identify as. This is necessary information for this college story.
Back in college, I befriended a variety of people and tended to get adopted by some odd groups. For example, I somehow got brought along for events run by the Latino Student Association. Not really sure how that came about beyond my roommate being Puerto Rican and pledging to them. I just happened to be standing there and . . . alcohol was involved, so you know where this went. By the way, I did go to a meeting of the Jewish Student Association and it wasn’t very interesting.
Anyway, I became friends with several Wiccans and went along for a bunch of their events because it was fun. One event was a table being run at an Earth Day celebration. I went along to help set things up and make sure none of the gear was taken. My title was ‘Pack Jew’ and the promise of pizza was my payment. It ended up being Chinese food, but college Charles never turned down free food.
Well, I was helping unpack and I pulled out a bag of Rune Stones and a book on how to use them. It was something new and nobody had bothered to figure them out yet. I sat down in the corner to read the book since I forgot a notebook. Somebody mentioned going for food and I mumbled my order. Time passed and I hear someone talking to me. I look up to see members of the African American SA and the Latino SA standing there. We were in the middle of them. This is when I noticed something:
I WAS ALONE!
The Wiccans left the Jew at the Pagan Student Association table! A few people were curious and I did the best I could with the questions. I had to admit that I wasn’t allowed to touch the tarot cards. There’s the belief that one never touches another person’s deck without permission because of the energy in the cards. That’s an overview, but it also meant I couldn’t tell fortunes like they wanted. Then they saw what I was reading and I realized that nobody had claimed the rune stones . . . I’ll skip to the comedy here.
The Wiccans returned to find the Jew reading Nordic Rune Stones to a crowd. I had figured them out pretty easily and was having fun. A conversation started about me and the following question was asked: WHO LEFT THE JEW ALONE HERE? That seemed to confuse everyone because suddenly I wasn’t supposed to have any knowledge of what I was doing. Tarot readings were done and I kept going with the runes, which caused quite a lot of fun during the overall event.
Sadly, I have no idea where the rune stones I was given later have gone too. I think I lost them when packing up in Florida.