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Electromagnetism

And then the masked lady leads me into a room. It's tiny - one chair, a black window, and intertwined cables. She seats me in the chair and puts a blindfold and what appears to be -and turns out to be- a motorcycle helmet. However, the motorcycle helmet has attachments. More wires, probes, and a decal. A sphere containing the words: "GOD=BRAIN." So I settle in. The lights go off and I hear a calm female voice singing:

"Relax. Try to relax. Relax. You're tired."

The voice continues for several minutes, and gradually, very gradually, becomes more melodic and faint.

Eventually I fall into a trance with pulsing violet light.

But then it starts. What feels like a thousand tiny pebbles shoot up my spine. My thighs spasm and I tense. I'm blind now. I feel a light radiate from my sternum. But I can hear. I hear a violet sound, and it melts. Into golden brown. An old corn husk. What's there? Stop!

But I'm paralyzed and can't see. But I know they're there. My dead aunt grins wide to show me her teeth.

William James

Lost epiphanies create regret.  Here's an anecdote...and an answer.

After many failed attempts to recollect his deep understanding of the ultimate unity of all things,  James tied a pen to his hand during his next brain quest.  

As expected he had a brilliant revelation and this time he wrote it down.

Hours later, he read the philosophical idea that poured from his subconscious:

"Everything has a petroleumlike smell."