Dale’s digging a well and ripping up his old turtlenecks to use as wishing rags for the upcoming Imbolc Festival, a Celtic ritual that marks the end of winter and offers the promise of renewal. Turning the page on our dark days is very much on Dale’s mind as he grapples with being unable to focus in light of the pandemic and the coup and whatever else is going on outside the walls of his fledgling Brooklyn commune. Dale also offers a cautionary tale about the ease in which someone can go from selling essential oils from home to believing that the world is run by a nefarious cabal of shadow demons. Pyramid schemes, awkward encounters at the Marriott, and getting nervous around fertility goddesses, all this week on Deep Night.