I am at a church gathering of some sort.  A young charismatic speaker/preacher declaims something about “calling out your soul…”

I do not trust him at all and don’t think he knows what he is talking about. An unfashionably overdressed (impeccably Edwardian) stranger appears and stands up, pronouncing distinctly, “This is not a true Trieste!”* I am called on two separate occasions to play a one-note blast on a flute, which I do.

I’m now gathered with others in a rural locale, at night, when a relocation is for some reason called for—leading the group in various vehicles to a remote roadside parking area. Across a rail fence is a “funeral home”—but I am aware that it is actually a “crystallizing center.” No one is there, and nothing is happening there at the moment. It is closed and deadly dark, foreboding and numinous.

*Trieste is a Swiss-designed, Italian-built deep-diving research bathyscaphe that reached a record depth of about 35,797ft in the Mariana Trench in the Pacific on 23 January 1960… First manned vessel to reach the bottom of the Challenger Deep…