I think this might be related to some 1989 experiences I was having with my gallbladder. I had them in my youth as a child and would get into the same position these people do when they worship. They get on their knees and heels and then touch their heads to the floor. I recall this particularly in the late 60’s when we were driving the green Chevy sedan and my mother used to wear a scarf around her head. I took a picture of her wearing it on the day my father came home from the psychiatric hospital.
