When I attended the Columbus Witches’Ball back in November, a Druid priest approached me after the ancestor’s ritual. This man, who had never met me before and had never read my biography, told me that he could tell certain things about people, and that I wasn’t human. My body may have been human, but my soul was anything but.
My response: “It’s about time somebody realized it!”
A couple of months later at ConFusion, on the first night, a little boy of about four years old walked past my booth with his mom and older brother. He took one look at me, wearing a cloak and top hat, and asked, “Are you evil?” Mind you, the kid couldn’t read the sign at my booth, tell what kind of books I wrote, or see my cane with its winged skull handle. To him, I was just a funny adult in a costume.
My response after I stopped laughing: “Yes, but in all the best ways.”
And this past weekend, I stayed at my dad and stepmom’s place in Cleveland so I could do some Passover shopping (they have a huge selection up there, way bigger than Columbus). While I’m there, we sit down to watch the movie The Vigil (see my review of that film here). The film’s opening explains the concept of a shomer, someone who watches the body of the deceased overnight and reads prayers over it to comfort and protect the soul of the deceased.
Sometimes, if no family or friends are available, someone else is paid to be the shomer.
As we pause the film so we can all read the text, I complain how I was never given such a job, even when I was job hunting after graduation and my internship in Germany. Not only could I have used the money, but I would have loved that job, macabre as it was.
My stepmom, without missing a beat, responded, “Are you kidding me? The shomer is suppose to protect the body and soul from evil! You’d only bring it with you!”
I had to admit, she had a point.
All this goes to show is that, whether or not they know me, these people know me. They know what I am and what I’m about. And some of them know to be very, very afraid.
To which all I can do is laugh like the madman I am.
Rami Ungar The Writer 
Ich wusste nicht, dass du Deutsch sprechen kannst! Ich habe zwei Semester Deutsch studiert.
Anyway, we’re all capable of evil. I just pray God intervenes.
Ein bischen. I’m hardly fluent (though I can count to a hundred).
And given what goes on in the world these days, we need to pray a lot harder.