Almost But Not Quite
My wife and I were trying to sort out what to make for dinner, and settled on bibimbop, a Korean dish that we like. There's actually a children's book about it by Linda Sue Park, which my daughter enjoyed when she was very little; I went to the Internet Archive to search for it—but instead of finding it, I got only an academic paper titled, "Intoxication by Angel's Trumpet." Now, if you know anything about me, an article with a title like that is catnip—but no, it wasn't a historical survey of religious ecstasy, it was just a botanical article about a plant related to the datura.
The angel's trumpet plant looks evil, somehow, and I can't understand how they got their name. I sent some pictures of it to my wife, who is a trained botanist, and she said, "I wouldn't eat those." I replied, "Good, this article I found says they're toxic." None will be going into our bibimbop, of course.
The whole string of events had that feeling of synchronicity, or even of dream-logic, but no, I can't make heads or tails of it. Just silliness, perhaps.
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Perhaps the name means Angel's Trumpet beckons you to Heaven.