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suit.
    Abruptly, he was back at the Casa, wearing
the white pants and t-shirt he'd put on that morning for the first time.
    He swayed in place for a moment,
disoriented.
    "Are you okay Jon?" asked the
lady in white standing beside him.
    She hadn't been there a moment before, but
he knew who she was. He'd needed a Casa Guide to come here with, and they had
met for the first time the day before.
    "I just had the strangest vision, I guess
you’d call it."
    "Oh? What was it?"
    I whispered to him.
    "It was like I was standing right
here, but in a completely different time. Everything here was gone."
    "The past?"
    I whispered to him again.
    "No, it felt like the future. There
was a girl there, dressed very strangely. And a sort of a ship in the
distance."
    "Weird."
    "You're telling me!"
    She handed him a small token. The only
thing on it he recognized was '1 st '. She led him over to a seat,
where they joined other members of the group, and they waited.
    There was a lot of amplified talk in
Portuguese. It went on and on. Occasionally there was a break, with someone
else talking accented English.
    People formed into lines, and vanished
inside. The group members dwindled.
    "This is you," said the Guide suddenly,
who could speak Portuguese.
    As he joined the line, he heard "first
time line" spoken in English. The line vanished inside.
    The Guide was waiting inside when the line
took him to the Entity, and waiting again when he came out.
    "He said 'Intervention'", the
Guide said. "You're done for this morning. Be back here at one thirty, and
you'll be on the first line in for your spiritual operation. I’d suggest you
spend some more time on the grounds and soak in the energy here."
    He could feel the energy. It rose up out of
the ground, and made his palms tingle.
    He nodded, and headed away from the main
building, where he found some large wooded seats. He sat. The sign said
'Silencio'. He had no reason to talk.
    When he came out again early that afternoon,
he was light headed, and weak. He felt like he'd been opened up from heart to
hip, after someone slipped a sleeping draft into his drink.
    The Guide walked him to a window, where he
paid for a bottle of herb capsules. Then down to an eating area, where the
local vegetable soup revolted him, but he made an effort to eat half of it.
From there to a taxi, and back to his room.
    "Go straight to bed," the Guide
had said.
    "Go directly to bed," I said.
"Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred Reals."
    He chuckled at what he thought was his own
joke. But he went to bed. His dinner was brought to him, interrupting his
sleep, but he couldn’t eat. He went back to sleep. In the morning, breakfast
being brought to him, woke him up. He bolted it down and went back to bed. Late
in the morning, he awoke again, and got up. He felt sluggish, like he'd been in
hospital for a week. He pulled out a book, and sat reading until his lunch
arrived, which he also wolfed down. Midafternoon, the Guide knocked on his
door, and told him he could come out now. His twenty four hours of isolation
was up. He thanked her, and went back to his book.
     

Four
     
    Three weeks later, after a further two
Interventions, and what felt like a third when he visited the Waterfall, he was
almost ready to leave. He was mainly packed, but his taxi to the airport wasn’t
due until late afternoon. Breakfast had come and gone, but it was still very
early.
    Crash! Thump. Crash. His room shook. Dust
came down from the gaps between the boards of the ceiling. The thumping
continued.
    He poked his head out the door. Furniture
filled the area. The door to the next room was open, so he poked his head
around it.
    A workman was using some sort of crow bar
ram thingy to smash the ceiling boards. He went back to his room and began to
cringe at the noise and vibration.
    I politely suggested to the workman he
should stop, but he wasn’t listening.
    After a while, the noise stopped. Reading
was more pleasant again.
    Crash! The noise