This place within a terribly barren wasteland of deserts,
black lava and active volcanoes for me is an angle of paradise.
It is December 1972 and this time it is not a dream or psychical
perception. In the middle of the night, under a full moon
I walk to one of those crystal clear pools gently carved into
the rock by a thermal spring. But I am not alone since two
Afar, both armed with a rusty '91' Italian rifle which, I
doubt, can hardly shoot, follow me and sit on the pool's opposite
side. The Afar are mostly Moslem and animist and for some
unknown impulses I recite, loudly in Arabic, the opening verse
which appears in each (but one) suras of the Koran: "In the
Name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful". At this moment,
in that most suggestive place under the moon, a strong but
gentle current - hard to define - envelopes, completely, my
whole being. In unison with the cosmos I feel transported
to another world. The experience last a few seconds and cannot
be aptly described. 
About ten years go by and I enter in a small but beautiful
church in Parma, Italy, just to visit it like the other people
who are inside, mostly tourists. As soon as I cross the threshold
the same current which I experienced by the Afrerà Lake envelopes
me, but this time it is much more intense and, this time too,
it lasts only a few seconds and, once more, I return to the
world wondering at this marvelous phenomenon.
While I tried, unsuccessfully for the time being, to willingly
reproduce the recent 'turned around compass' experience, so
far I have not tried to reproduce, with some sort
of meditation exercise, this 'enveloping current' experience:
why? Possibly because the only thing I am afraid of, as previously
stated, is myself and I consider the risk involved into such
an exercise in terms of not being ready to confront the experience.
It could possibly be like forcing Kundalini Yoga 
in my surviving cats, or Pho-Wa 
(consciousness-transference yoga ) to a flatworm. Little do
I doubt that we have tremendous untapped powers which
can be released for good or for worst; this, however, does
not mean that I blindly believe in a flying Padma Sambhava,
a flying Milarepa, 
or other mythological and historical characters performing
similar feats, while I might change my mind if I should ever
succeed in levitating. We know that we use only about ten
percent of our marvelous brain and the rest is unaccessible
to us; we also know that tampering with psychical powers without
a clear knowledge of what we are doing, i.e., releasing risky
psychical processes which we cannot support, can be disastrous
in terms of mental sanity. This means, by way of analogy,
that if while driving a nail into the wall where to hung my
best picture I hammer my finger I can still get the picture
hanging on the wall, while if I psycho-hammer my brain with
some hazardous psychic experiment I risk loosing reliable
pictures - or, worst - the world around me. And if I look
at these facts with in mind the concept of the electrical
brain mentioned above, and my physio-electric experiences,
little doubt remains that we can be demigods.
Back to the brain's powerhouse, 
very likely it is not the voltage distribution in the brain
- besides all the biochemical exchange taking place all along
- but the frequency is the important side of psychic experiences.
The word frequency implies both undulating, or wavelike
motion, and propagation into some medium, or in other words,
some sort of vibration be it mechanical, or musical, or electromagnetic
or others, known and unknown. In the case of psychic experiences
we do not know what sort of vibrations are set in motion nor
the relative frequency (even if voltage variations with a
certain frequency - namely electrical frequency - can be observed
with an electroencephalographic apparatus which records the
brain's electrical activity) and hence the difficulty - since
the objective plausibly is to get in tune with some sort of
baffling cosmic tuning fork whereby, metaphorically,
the sky opens and the light is perceived. It is just like
tuning the radio to the desired transmitting station but with
the brain we cannot, as a rule, freely achieve it. However
this possibly is the source of all siddhis
- or extraordinary powers which just a few gifted humans can
willingly acquire. Obviously, these psychical powers won't
come effortlessly and, surely, it is not really necessary,
as most believe, to be an hermit in the Himalayan heights,
or a self-flagellating fakir, or a trappist monk to achieve
particular gifts which, all in all, belong to our nature.
The hindrance is our materialistic civilization pushed to
the extreme, the substitution of genuine human and religious
values with that banknote-god which may appear hard to come
but possibly very rewarding if it does since it can answer
many of our prayers, the warmongering attitudes leading to
pillage and destruction, the do unto others all that which
you would not do unto yourself.
"There can be no perception without a perceiver; and contemplatives
retain their selves enough to perceive as they rejoice." Renée
Haynes in Arthur Koestler's "The Roots of Coincidence" - Richard
Klay (The Chaucer Press) Ltd., Bungay, Suffolk - 1972.
Sir John Woodroffe (Arthur Avalon) - The Serpent Power - Ganesh
& Co., Madras 17 - 1972.
See: W. Y. Evans-Wentz - Tibetan Yoga and Secret Doctrines
- Oxford University Press - London - 1970.
See: W. Y. Evans-Wentz - The Tibetan Book of the Great Liberation
- Oxford University Press - London - 1969.
See: W. Y. Evans-Wentz - Tibet's Great Yogi, Milarepa - Oxford
University Press - London - 1972. Also: W. Y. Evans-Wentz
- The Tibetan Book of the Dead - Oxford University Press -
London - 1969.
This brings to my mind those unexplained phenomena of spontaneous
combustion, that is, people found charred to death for no
apparent condition nor traces of fires.
Aware of the effects that electromagnetic radiation and acoustic
frequencies have on all biological organisms I have built
an apparatus for experimental
research with magnetism in biomedicine and biota, however
lacking a precision digital-display audio generator I did
not make a guinea pig of myself to see if it would shake of
the dross of old age... or the other way around.