John, Andrew, Philip, Thomas, Bartholomew, Matthew, James, Simon and Judas. “...they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance...” The secular psychoanalyst in me tried to make an analogy with the joyful jazz lyrics of Ella Fitzgerald’s scat singing, I’d done a little of that during my small jazz group pianistics as an a adolescent. | thought about how verbally paralyzed stutterers could be articulate when singing what they mean when they could not talk it. | wondered about the relevance of the spontaneous poetry of slams and Hip Hop rapping. We attended what my sons called charismatic black Baptist churches in South Los Angeles and Long Beach. These often four hour services usually featured two wonderfully harmonic echoing choirs with organ and drum punctuation of the speech-singing, sermonizing Reverend. Large and beautifully dressed black women sang operatically and danced gracefully down the aisles. | joined my sons in this joyful noise for these long services and, exhausted, | was forced to go home for a Sunday afternoon nap. In spite of what could be regarded as validating experiences with the real life Holy Spirit, | continued to be generally confused and even more deeply estranged. An inner voice kept recalling my spiritual failure as a parent and being traitorous to my Jewish ethnic identity by Christian church attendance. | tried to understand how my sons had traveled from where | thought we were living together to this entirely new world. How did it happen? Could the path going there and back be meaningfully reconstructed and then reversed? This idea is consistent with the medical dictum that knowing the cause, the treatment logical follows. My education had shown me such assumptions of reversibility need not be true. Contrary to the beliefs of early physical mechanics, medical psychiatric history takers and psychoanalysts reconstructing childhood events, the modern physics and mathemat