I am in a cathedral. I avoid the main area and enter a side space. My brothers are there. I wanted to pray quietly, but a vicar is there who has seen me before, and wants to start a prayer group.
We all pray together. Others share their visions of gods will. My vision is of a man in a turban, his turban unfolds, and snakes through the air, touching each person and inspiring their visions. He is not divine, he is s man. A man in a turban.