I was in meditation class, listening to a recording of the Dalai Lama and his entourage chanting at the sickbed of Vaclav Havel. Somewhere in the midst of breathing and listening, I saw the Ugly Handsome Man in the eye of my mind. He was in a dark room, lying on a stone bier, slit open straight down the middle. Around him were gathered gremlins in mourning. His body was completely hollow. Then he abruptly caught fire and burned until all of him was completely consumed. The flames then flowed into me, giving me back everything that he had taken.