A few years ago, Chicago’s WMFT played a piece of music that was, in my vague memory, dictated to its a composer (a nun? a shut-in?) by–angels on the moon?–or something. I think it was a piece of choral music. Anyway, it struck as roughly the musical equivalent of one of those religious visionaries who builds a house out of bottle caps because the angel of the lord tells them too.
In any case, I would dearly love it if this rang a bell to someone here; I’d like to try to track down this music again.