Have you ever twiddled the knob of an FM/AM radio? You were entrained and entranced on the one station for months and years, then by twiddling the knob, you heard a bunch of static and your senses couldn't interpret the hiss into anything understandable, until, hey presto, something clear, and sweet and different started to focus your attention. My goodness, it's a clarinet concerto, something you've never bothered to listen to before, but now you hear it, you feel it, you realise it is like the music of the gods to your ears. You make sure the dial is firmly reading the frequency by making a few adjustments, and you settle back to enjoy a new musical landscape which far outplays the gothic rap or whatever had previously held your attention. Your musical palette has just received an upgrade.
Life goes on, but your consciousness has been washed over with the new (and according to Allison's clients, been cleansed of the pre-existing dross). What to make of it all? There will be plenty of work abounding, to build a new society which can live in harmony with each other, and is full of contribution, but perhaps it won't feel like work. Buds will open, flowers will flower, and petals will rain in the etheric.