The ceremony seems over and all remains quite, but then it steps into a higher gear. The four entranced men are moved to the spot between the decapitated Barong and the Wisnu meru. It has grown dark by now yet the rain remains at bay. The priests encircle the entranced and bathe the palms of the men's hands with holy water, dispensed with a large, bright orange marigold. No one seems concerned with the situation.
More incense is lit and more sandalwood put on to burn.
Offerings are prepared and prayers are mumbled. As the first entranced priest is touched with the marigold, his hands fly into the air and remain there, as if he were a somnambulist, but he remains lying on the ground. He sits up and begins to sway while his fellow entranced priest begins chanting and laughing loudly. The other priests begin questioning the entranced about what has gone wrong with the ceremonial decapitation. The first entranced priest responds with guttural, sputtering sounds like a monkey.