"The whole thing was very casual... and yet it seemed as coordinated as a ballerina's muscles.  Mike kept busy, sometimes out in front, sometimes wandering among the others - once he squeezed my shoulder and kissed Patty, unhurriedly but quickly.  He didn't speak to me.  Back of the spot where he stood when he seemed to be leading them was some sort of a dingus like a magic mirror, or possibly a big stereo tank; he used it for 'miracles,' only at this stage he never used the word - at least not in English.  Jubal, every church promises miracles.  But it's always jam yesterday and jam tomorrow, never jam today."