I was walking into a Buddhist church. Although the church had only recently opened, I had already been there several times. Every time I had come I had given a $100 check. When I entered, a young woman walked up to me and said they hadn't receive the check for $100 the last time. I tried to understand what she was saying, and I finally concluded that one time I had forgotten to give the $100 check. I told the woman I had given a $100 check the last time I had been there, but I realized I still needed to contribute another $100.

The woman wore a dress which appeared to have come from the East. Other men and women there were dressed the same way. They lived there, and I thought I would like to live there with them. It seemed tranquil, but I didn't think it actually was.

I heard some other people chanting inside in an eastern language. I remembered having heard that cults tried to change almost everything about someone who became a member of the cult so the new member would disassociate from the previous life and would completely enter into the cult. That seemed to be what was happening there.

I continued through a hall until I reached the sanctuary where the people were gathered. I was carrying my black briefcase and I was wearing my gray suit. Everyone there knew me as a lawyer. Actually I was a strong supporter of the church since I gave them so much money, but I still didn't know the people there well, and I didn't want to know them. I simply wanted to come and go in the church without associating much with the others.

I sat down in the first row of seats on the right side. On my left was the aisle, and on my right was seated a woman. When I looked to the front, I began crying profusely, but it didn't last long, and I began drying my eyes. I noticed the woman on my right was writing a check. I wasn't sure, but it looked as if the check was for more than $1,000.

I also began looking for a check. When I had sat down, I had laid $25 on the floor in front of me. I now picked up the money and tried to decide how much I was going to give today. I believed that I was only going to give $25 instead of $100, and that I would write a check for $100 for the time I hadn't given before. I didn't want to give $200 today.

The woman finally turned to me and said, "I can't believe you didn't have anything to cry about."

Apparently she and many others had been crying a short while before, but she hadn't noticed I had cried. Now that she looked more closely at my eyes, she saw my eyes were still moist and she seemed satisfied.