It seems your Rhapsodist has been soliciting the angels in heaven again because your brain is telling you it's TIME TO SMOKE A FAT ONE to do whatever the fuck "Cami" just said there. Sure, yeah, cejestial shit, tulpas or whatever, you're all about that, as long as you're toking the shit out of one of your carefully rationed emergency BUNKER BLUNTS.
You slide right into your freshly minted BLUNT ROTATION, which is something you can't believe you didn't make earlier. Before it was just you passing the blunt back and forth between your Food Bard, but now you can third wheel your Food Lovers while everyone gets cejestial up in this bitch.
You pull a mighty toke from the bunker blunt, trying to probe your consciousness to see if this is the moment in the story where your cejestial tulpa is awakened, which can presumably pass freely through whatever mystical realm you were just viewing in Jester Quest, when you and your two idiots were electrocuting each other and praying to a swamp tree. But... you don't feel anything cejestial happening. Hmmm.