Chapter C.
A FANTASTIC ADVENTURE (by Daniela Giordano)

One night around the summer 1978 I was sleeping in my bedroom. Unexpectedly my dream was interrupted. And as it sometimes happens when a film breaks during the projection of a movie, only a big black screen without borders remained in my view.

On this black screen a “being” appeared, possibly of male gender. Actually “he” was a little bit strange. He had a head quite big and round like a billiard ball. His skin was milky-white and it was possible to see thin, clearly blue and pink capillary vessels on his cutis. The pattern of these vessels reminded me of delicate wrinkles on the facial skin of a prematurely-born baby.


The nose was just outlined, the mouth was only a short, horizontal cut on a little chin. But the eyes were big, clear blue in color, sweet in glance, placed on very high cheekbones. It didn’t appear that the skin of his face had ever known a beard. He had no hair at all. The neck was thin but not very long. The thorax, the arms and the hands were white-grey, maybe only a half-tone darker than his head - as if he wore a very thin and tight suit. I don’t remember having seen nails or ears.

Between his hands he held a pyramid of about 27.5 [cm] high (see Figures C1 and C2).

At the outside it was of lacteous color and looked made of opaque plastic or perspex. (“Perspex” is the commercial name for a material made of “methyl methacrylate resins”; popularly it is also called “organic glass” or “plexiglass”. In my opinion it does not matter if this material was transparent or milky in color. I think the most important are physical properties of this material, namely that it is NOT an electrical conductor, and that it is sufficiently strong to withstand the vacuum inside.) The inner space was not visible. With the open palm of his right hand he supported the pyramid’s base while the open and tight palm of his left hand rested on the cusp of the pyramid.

He was facing me as in a half-length photograph. He did not seem to be very slim nor fat. Surely you could not define him as a lean guy. It gave the impression he had never done gym exercise in his life.

He let himself be watched by me for a moment before beginning to talk. He didn’t move the mouth and his words arrived directly to my mind in Italian - as if I have had the ears over there rather than on the sides of my head. When he talked the pyramid emitted an intense and soft white pulsating light following the same rhythm as his words and emotions.

“You must build a pyramid like this one”, he said.
“Why?” I replied. (I don’t like strangers telling me what I should or shouldn’t do.)
“To talk better to each other”, he answered.

It looked a good reply. I considered for a moment my ‘technical capability’ and said:

“It is impossible. I am not able to do it. I don’t have technical knowledge in my background”.
“Don’t worry, it is not difficult”, he answered with reassuring tune and with the emotion of a smile transpiring between his words.

“Listen to what you have to do”, he continued. “Take a phial and fill it half with mercury and half with salt and put them in the vacuum...”.

I interrupted him asking:

“What kind of salt?” (I was thinking in my kitchen I had two pots of salt. One with thin salt for dishes and the other one with salt of bigger grains - just called ‘kitchen salt’ because you put it directly in the water when boiling spaghetti).
“Kitchen salt will be good”, he answered. “Then you connect the phial to a spiral and the spiral to a pyramid {frame}, then ...”.

I interrupted him again - now slightly troubled because I had lost the ‘thread’ of the argument:

“It is too difficult!”.

This time my interruption came to nothing. He continued unperturbed as if he had not heard me:

“... Place quartz inside the spiral over the phial ...”.
“But I am not able to!”, I repeated.
“... place an aluminium disk on each face of the pyramid. One of them must have a hole in the centre ...”

The more he talked, the more I became troubled. He did not give me the time to think. He provided me with too much new information and I had no time to assimilate everything. Already I almost forget what he had told at the beginning of the speech.


I shouted:

“Stop, please, stop!”
“... build a pyramid {frame} and the spiral with copper and connect them together ...”

Now I was really angry. My interruptions were ignored. And if the other person doesn’t hear you, it is not a dialogue but an imposition. So I shouted again:

“Stop, I don’t understand!”.

But by now he was ‘gone’. He looked like he was video-taped:

“... when you connect them, remember that all must have a ratio: that one between the pyramid and the spiral must be the same, the quartz and the frequency must be harmonic. Even the inner volume of the pyramid must be in the vacuum ...”.

I don’t remember what else he said. He continued to talk and talk ... I was no more listening. At that moment all my efforts were concentrated on the attempt to break off that contact. I was aware that a part of my mind was connected with his, but his ‘panzer-kamikaze’ will (strong will) had really disturbed me. And I wished with all my strengths to come out of that situation.

When I was a kid I had found out that to interrupt a bad dream or a nightmare it was enough to get angry with the character of the dream, or with the situation, or with myself. It worked also this time and I woke up still breathless and with my heart beating wildly.


I found myself in my bedroom and it was still night.

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C1. My search for reassurance

In the heat of the moment I didn’t think - nor have I had the time - to ask his name. So in this treatise I am going to call him “the white little being with blue eyes”.
The day-after my memories were intact. The experience was still vivid in my mind. I remembered that guy very well, his instructions and the pyramid between his hands. I had not seen the inner part of the pyramid, so I only had his words to know what was inside it. I had seen only the exterior of the pyramid emitting a white pulsating light - bright when he talked, soft when I talked or shouted.


I thought this dream, as all dreams, would be vanished little by little with the elapse of hours. But it was not so. I caught myself in the next days to follow mentally some stages of an unlikely pyramid construction. I academically wondered how to connect a phial made of glass with a spiral made of copper, and suddenly the word ‘windings’ gushed out of my mind spontaneously, and then the word ‘magnets’ and then more ‘little mirrors’, and so on in the coming days. I realized that I had absorbed much more information than this which I remembered consciously.


When I started thinking about problems linked to the construction, solutions or new information unexpectedly cropped up my mind. A certain kind of irritation begun to grow inside of me. The impulse to construct became stronger day by day ... But I still had no intention to build the thing which I didn’t understand, which I was not able to complete, and which surely appeared to have no rational basis.

Was it all feasible? I had insufficient knowledge to establish if it was a complete foolishness of what he said.

Due to the fact that the impulse to do something was very strong, I decided to proceed rationally. So I made an agreement with myself: if I had found out something logical in what he had told me, then I would have tried to build the pyramid.

I had no friends with knowledge of the field involved, whom I could ask specific questions. So I took my encyclopedia and I begun to look up all the words related to the elements of the pyramid. The funny thing with an encyclopedia is that if a given explanation deals with another topic, you find at the end of a paragraph a little arrow followed by a new word to look up. And this widely opens up new prospects.

Most of the time the definition of the word searched for did not clarify to me how it could relate to the pyramid. But nevertheless I felt in my mind a kind of ‘distant ringing’ letting me know when the thing was important, even if I did not know why.

So I discovered that “mercury” reacts with non-metals such as halogens, that relatives of halogens are halides, and also that the family of halides includes sodium chloride “NaCl”. Therefore, kitchen-salt and mercury maybe made sense.

At the word “piezoelectricity” I found that some crystalline substances, including quartz and various kinds of salts, are able to show an electric superficial charge, and that through applying electric alternating fields to these substances it is possible to produce continuous oscillations. Therefore, quartz and electricity maybe had something in common too.

But what definitely convinced me of the pyramid’s construction was the word “coherer”. The encyclopedia said that the coherer is a piece of apparatus once used for exposing radiotelegraphic signals; today it has only an historic interest. The coherer was invented by Calzecchi and Onesti in 1884 and subsequently it was improved by Marconi and Branly. It consists of a glass phial filled with nickel and silver dust, and also some traces of mercury. The dust is placed between two inoxidizable electrodes and kept in a vacuum. When it is affected by electromagnetic fields, the high electric resistance of the dust becomes quite low.

This information looked to me very nice. At last I have found somebody else had done a vacuum phial and put inside a little bit of mercury.

By these and other little clues, I decided maybe the white little being with blue eyes did not tell me nonsense. Maybe there was some truth ... and maybe it was easy as he said.





C2. Preliminary experiments

I bought a test tube, about 13 [cm], that used for blood tests, half a kilogram of mercury (I didn’t know it was so expensive) and one package of kitchen-salt. I began my experiments.

To understand what kind of reaction mercury has with non-metals - the encyclopedia didn’t say anything about that - I put a small pan on the gas, I threw in a bit of mercury and a bit of kitchen-salt and I began to mix this with a wooden spoon. It did not seem there was a particular reaction which would emit lights or little flames, only the mercury becoming more fluid. I could not figure out how it could ever be lit.

Unluckily, or it is better to say - luckily, at that moment my boyfriend arrived and seeing what I was doing he became a little bit upset. He explained to me that the heated mercury exhales a steam - called mercury vapor - and that it is poisonous. This was not written in the encyclopedia either.





C3. Constructing the first prototype

The white little being with blue eyes told me how to build the pyramid and I decided to try completing it exactly as he suggested - in spite of the fact that I was very puzzled.

I took the thin copper wire from an old transformer used for Christmas tree lights, I rolled it up thickly around the phial filled half with mercury and half with salt, leaving free the two extremities. To each end I attached (rolled up) a little magnet which I was instructed to place at both tops of the phial.

Then I built a pyramid {frame} with a copper wire of about 3 [mm] thick. At that time (and even now) I had a problem: should I leave a side of the pyramid’s copper base open? If I wanted to connect the pyramid to something else it was necessary to have two poles somewhere.

Not knowing how to keep open a corner of the frame without letting the whole structure crash, I cut a side of the copper base, leaving a gap of 1/1.5 [cm]. To both ends of this gap I could join my wires for possible future connections.

I had many practical problems to give the final shape to the pyramid {frame} made of a copper wire of about 3 [mm] thick. So I prepared the spiral with a much thinner copper wire (i.e. only about 1.5 [mm]).

I hope no one will ever ask what size my first prototype of the pyramid was. It could actually be around 27.5 [cm] high. I had so many difficulties cutting and soldering copper bars that in the end it was much more important for me to be able to close the frame and to hold it upright then to consider it lacked some centimeters somewhere.

Surely it was not the same pyramid that the white little being with blue eyes held between his hands. But it was the best I could make.

Even the spiral gave me problems. It would not stay upright. So, due to the fact it should be placed inside the pyramid, I decided to build a wooden circular base to which I could fix the first coil of the spiral (composed of seven coils in total). At the same time the base could host the phial in the centre with both magnets. Now all the structures held upright reasonably well.

At that time my boyfriend - who had seen my determination to build the pyramid and was afraid I could hurt myself in some way - overwhelmed me with gifts: “the little chemist”, “the little electrician”, “the little joiner”, etc. These have been the tools with which I built the first prototype.

In the end I connected one extremity of the phial winding (with one magnet) to the pyramid’s frame and the other extremity (with the other magnet) to the spiral. Then I took a quartz (it was a stone included in the set “the little mineralogist”) and with a very thin copper wire I connected it to the vertex of the pyramid. I let it dangle a few centimeters from the phial.

The aluminium disks have been the easiest thing. I did not make them myself. I just limited myself to make the holes. That one bigger in the centre of one disk, and the others very little on the edges of all four disks - necessary to pass a wire through them to hold them up. With other copper wire I formed four circles to place them on the pyramid’s faces as a way to fasten the four aluminium plates and to maintain them in tension.





C4. Experiments with the first prototype

The first prototype of the pyramid looked to me a knockout: it was wonderful and I had constructed it all on my own.

There was a small problem: I didn’t know how to make it work.

Thus, I went on attempting. The first thing I did was to put the plug in the wall socket at home. And with a bang it blown the electric light of the whole residential hill where I lived at that time. I never confessed to anybody that I was guilty - except to that guy after he became my husband -even though there was fair activity of the electric company’s workers coming and going.

Then, I considered that the device could perhaps work by itself, without electricity.

But how could I verify this instantly - in such cases one never knows exactly what to do?

At that time I recalled the famous “Friedrich Jurgenson voices” (from the name of the Swedish researcher who discovered them for the first time in 1959), i.e. recordings of sounds and voices belonging, presumably, to another existential level (see publications [C1] and [C2] from the list in subsection C13). Researchers think these voices “have impregnated” the environment. These “sounds” were subsequently tested by Konstantin Raudive, a Latvian physicist and engineer settled in Germany.

Thus, with several friends I organized an excursion/trip to an archaeological site of the Etruscan period.

When we arrived, I connected the pyramid to the microphone plug of my portable recorder with batteries - it was an old type without a microphone incorporated. I did not connect the microphone. Instead with the scissors I cut the microphone from the wire, inserted the two jacks of the wire in the recorder plug, and at the other (cut) end of the wire I connected the pyramid. Then I run a one hour long virgin magnetic cassette.

We spent a beautiful day, lighting firewood, eating sausages and drinking wine.

When I came back home, I re-winded the magnetic tape and with a great deal of patience I prepared myself to listen to the recording which by logic should have been silent all way through. But it was not so. The sound of a flute, clearly played by someone learning, could be heard at about ¾ of the recording. A few right notes, a mistake, repetition of some, another try.

The total duration of the sounds: less than one minute.

Baffled but excited, I suggested to do further attempts. We did two more, each time in a different site but always in archaeological locations which from my point of view could be “full” of real life. On one recording, for a few minutes, heavy and booted footsteps could be heard, sounding as if they could be from the floor of a wide and empty interior/hall. At least the resonance of the recording gave this impression - although the recorder was all the time placed on the grass and always without a microphone.

On the other recording a mute (closed mouth) chorus was heard for a few minutes, featuring what sounded like a very ancient tune. This recording was discontinuous as if the sound initially approached us and then faded.

I become convinced that the pyramid worked somehow. Only that this particular prototype was surely not the best way to achieve a reliable communication with ‘him’.

I interrupted my trips to the countryside and I began to think it over. The white little being with blue eyes had said it would be used ‘to talk better with each other’. Therefore, dialogue was not good at the present time - he did not hear my requests - and the pyramid should have been modified to improve communication.

I went to the technician whom I occasionally called on to repair the television. A nice man full of goodwill. I still remember his expression when I brought him the device and explained my problem: “Could it work in your opinion”?

He remained breathless a long while, looking without talking, a while at me, and a while at the pyramid.

“I have served in the army”, he said after a while, “and this from my point of view is a conical (pyramidal) horn antenna. But it could never work”.
“Why?”, I asked.
“The soldiers use it for certain kinds of communication, that are in gigahertz. To which frequency it has been preset?”.
“I don’t know”, I answered faltering, “really I am not even sure if I know what you mean by frequency”.
“Sorry, but didn’t you make it yourself?”.
“Yes”, I said.
“And how did you calculate the frequency, the quartz, etc.?”, he asked.
“Sincerely, I did not consider the problem at all”, I answered with a disarming smile. “I took a quartz I had at home and I have rolled up the copper winding around the phial and the little magnets until they did look of the ‘right’ bigness”.

He burst out laughing. Then he became serious again. He watched the pyramid and then said:

“Here, at first glance, I can say there are two things that are not going well. The first is that for a quartz so big and crude it would be necessary for a ‘cannonade’ to make it vibrate. The second thing is that the copper windings are made of copper wires without insulation. Therefore, the device is in short circuit. You should do it again with insulated copper and with an industrial quartz crystal”.
“Why don’t you remake it for me?”, I suggested hopefully.
“No, I have no time to waste. Besides, I don’t want to have anything to do with these kinds of things”.

I felt disappointed and I went to a dealer of electronic components and devices. I crossed a crowd rather heterogeneous of bewildered males thronged in front of a counter full of small transparent containers overflowing with strange small gadgets.

“I wish to purchase an industrial quartz crystal”, I asked the sales clerk.
“Which frequency?”, he answered in retort.

And without waiting for my reply, he pointed out a wall full of similar small containers. “They are there sorted by frequencies. Choose what you want”, and he left.
Squeezing between the crowd I approached the wall he pointed to me. I felt so powerless that with mock and indifference I walked out of the shop.
It went a little bit better with the copper wire insulated.


The sales clerk only asked me:

“How many meters?”.
“I don’t know”, I said. “You roll up”, I continued, “when I say ‘that is enough’, you stop”.

A long period of time elapsed before I remade the winding with the insulated copper. In such activities you need a special mood: euphoria together with self-confidence and conviction.

In the meantime I strove to think which person I could approach to find help. My weldings with the tin didn’t hold well. Each time I took the device, something got detached. I had burnt with the soldering gun my best table and a satin dress in the drawing room. And the problem of the quartz didn’t look to me easy to solve.
‘To talk better with each other’, the white little being with blue eyes had said.

Maybe a loudspeaker was necessary! I detached the loudspeaker from an old record player and connected the wires to the pyramid. I bought many batteries and I took possession of a “variable-speed drive”, detaching it from an electric toy train of my friend’s son and I connected it all to ‘my’ device. After a while I was moving up and down the variable-speed drive’s switch, the low humming of the variable-speed drive became almost a hissing sound and a sharp crackling let me understand it was burnt.

I then bought a “selector of voltage”. I connected it to the pyramid and to the loudspeaker and inserted the plug in the wall socket. But something didn’t take the right course. A thin wisp of smoke rose from the selector of voltage. Fortunately the electric light didn’t blow this time.

At that time I got to know a new friend - an engineer and Vice-President of an Aerospace Research Centre, Rome. A smart guy and open-minded. He was carrying out some research with his partner who lived in Rome, an Anglo-Indian experienced in Archaeology and Oriental Languages. They were working on the Italian translation of the “Vymanica-Shastra”, i.e. an ancient text written in Sanskrit and describing the mechanism of the “Vimana/s”. (“Vimana/s” are ancient aircraft capable of transporting people and goods; together with Rig Veda, Ramayana, and Mahabharata they are at the base of the Hindu religion.)


At that time my new friend was trying for this research to be carried out (almost officially) inside the Aerospace Centre. Unfortunately, the premature death of his partner, David W. Davenport, interrupted this attempt around 1991. Thus only one book was translated in the Italian language, i.e. “2000 a.C.: Distruzione Atomica” - see publication [C3].

One evening I invited my new friend home to talk with him about the pyramid. I wanted to know his opinion and - if he was available, to ask for his help. I did my introduction and showed him the pyramid. The expression on his face looked the same as that of the TV technician. He too stayed frozen for a long time without talking.


It was me who pressed him for a reply.

“So what”, I asked.
“I am sincerely shocked”, he answered. “How did you get this idea?”.
“I told you, I had a dream. In my dream ‘he’ told me to do it. I answered I was not able but ‘he’ said ‘don’t worry, it is easy’”, I replied.
“It is not so easy”, my new friend said, “I know that you do not have the necessary knowledge to invent this sort of thing, or to build it. During dreams the knowledge one has may surface from the subconsciousness, but you cannot have this device even over there”.
“Listen”, I interrupted him impatiently, “I don’t care where this knowledge came from. I am only interested in making this gadget work and I wish to know if in your opinion it could work in some way. It would be necessary to place three small mirrors in each corner of the pyramid base, but at the moment I don’t know how to assemble them”.

He looked a little bit disturbed knowing I was not interested at all about the source of ‘my’ idea and had no intention of discussing my experiences with him.

 “So”, he started again, “in this pyramid I see same avant-garde ideas realized in the same way as one can make a ‘pizza’. The quartz for the frequency, the magnets and the winding for the electromagnetic field, the aluminium plates to hold the field and bounce it back, the small mirrors for the amplification - do you know that from principles point of view exactly the same technique is used in the lasers? - the hole in the plate for the discharge of the wave, the spiral is logical too, even if I don’t know which effects it could have in the way you placed, ... but why do you put there a phial?”.
“The phial should glow”, I said. “In the dream I had been told that it might be in the vacuum.
Both the phial and the pyramid (inside) might be in the vacuum. But I don’t know how to do it”.
“Excuse me, but if the phial must glow, why don’t you use a LED in its place”, he replied.
“What is a LED?”, I asked.

“A LED (Light Emitting Diode) is a little ‘thing’ that lights when the device is working”. He said.
“No”, I replied. “The LED is no good. The reaction created between the components which are inside of the phial is important to the mechanism of the device”.
“But are you sure that you have understood well?”, he asked.
“Yes”, I said. “But only up to a certain point. Afterwards I was so upset because things were told to me I could not possibly understand when I woke up. But I know that a certain amount of information related to the working of this device is still inside me. In fact, when by chance somebody asks me the right question, I ‘know’ the answer even if I don’t know the meaning”.

We didn’t talk much after that. My new friend stayed with me a little bit longer. He explained concepts I do not recall and made sketches on a piece of paper with calculations I did not understand. But when he looked at me, I perceived that his glance expressed a worry/concern or maybe even disappointment ... it was not the construction of the device he was interested in, but how I got that information.

Without becoming too oppressive, I tried (via the telephone) to arrange another meeting with him in the following months, but he pretended not to be in. So after a while I stopped approaching him.





C5. The second prototype

The second prototype of the device was constructed when, around the year 1985, I bought a perspex pyramidal casing, which could become the container for the wiring. It was when in Italy the boom for “pyramids” broke out, on the wave of a similar fashion overseas. When I saw it I thought it was a good casing (container) to keep the wiring in the vacuum. Almost at the same time I found a new ally: an electrotechnician, who helped me a lot in the completion of the second prototype.

The perspex pyramidal casing had a square base molded with a cylindrical column placed in the centre and used as a pedestal to place little objects (e.g. razor blades, samples of meat, etc.). According to old experiments (verified empirically but never understood) these objects regenerated, mummified, or dehydrated because of the energy formed inside the pyramidal casing at ¼ of its height -[C4], [C5] and [C6].

Well, the problem of the base occupied by the cylindrical column was soon solved. A company which produced advertising signs and boards cut for me a perspex base. Now I could put the wiring of my device on this base and use the perspex pyramidal casing I already owned as a “hat” to close it - see Figure C2.
Afterwards it was also necessary to rebuild my pyramid with the correct dimensions and insert it inside of the perspex casing.

This second prototype was completed by my electrotechnician ally, following my instructions. There were some substantial changes. The phial was re-made but this time it was completed by blowing the glass. Thus it has been possible to insert one piece of copper wire into each extremity - in this way the phial could have two poles.


Moreover, now we had a steady base (made of perspex) so we placed three little mirrors on it, arranging them in line and in the descending order (the first 1.8 [cm] wide and 2.8 [cm] high, the second 1.5 [cm] wide and 1.8 [cm] high, and the third 0.9 [cm] wide and 1.3 [cm] high) on each corner of the pyramid’s base. The quartz was replaced with a smaller and purer quartz stone. It did not dangle as before. It was connected (fastened) with two thin copper wires to both copper extremities of the phial. Of course, conceptually the pyramid was the same, but the workmanship and the fines of the electrical connections was improved.

But even with the contribution of his knowledge, the pyramid didn’t work. It is true, we were never able to make the vacuum inside. Even using the silicone tube, the air came in from somewhere sooner or later.

The only fully successful experiment with the phial was when we connected the pyramid to a kitchen piezoelectric gas-lighter (mindful of what I had read in the encyclopedia). That was the only time I saw the phial alight - it was not the same kind of glow I had seen in my dream, this one was violet-greenish, but I was happy all the same.

We managed to find a guy employed in a company specializing in antitheft devices. One afternoon he called us telling the laboratory of the company was free. He connected the pyramid to an oscilloscope and after a succession of “bip-bip”, he told us that the pyramid emitted, or received, a strange pulse signal he had never seen (on the screen) before. Unfortunately he said he had no time to study the “thing” and above all he could not use the company’s devices.
The pyramid was again put to rest for a long period of time.

Around the year 1988 on the occasion of a meeting with some friends at my home, I decided to draw out my “AutogenÔ 70b” feedback encephalograph (with battery). Several years before I had ordered it via mail from the United States (from: ASI - Autogenic System, Inc., 809 Allston Way, Berkeley, CA 947l0-(4l5)548-6056, USA). It was manufactured under US patent No. 3,890,957. I intended to use it with the Kirlian Camera for repeating some experiments described in [C7] & [C8].


The Kirlian Camera I had bought in 1975 also in the United States via mail order (from: Edmund Scientific Co., Edscorp Building, Barrington, N.J. 08007, USA). I purchased both instruments from these particular vendors to be sure I made experiments with the same technical parameters as the American researchers did. This buy was not very shrewd. In fact I found out from the instructions that the feedback encephalograph could be used in a shielded room only.


So, no neon, no television, etc., and above all - no Kirlian. It had been useful only to partly verify the experiments of Cleve Backster with the plants - see [C9] to [C14]. I had found that connecting the electrodes of the feedback encephalograph to a dragon plant’s leaf (I had one in the drawing room for many years) the plant activated the audio of the device each time I (and only me) came into the room. The plant “recognized” me.

That particular evening, for a while we experimented with my friends on our ability to come in “alpha” with the feedback encephalograph. Then we were tired. We detached the electrodes and the thin cables and we began to talk about the pyramid. I drew it out from the bookcase and at the end I put it on the top of the encephalograph.

We all were amazed when suddenly we heard the modulated sounds of the feedback encephalograph. We were not excited but baffled. It was not possible but it was working. The encephalograph was off and the electrodes were detached.

We remained there for almost ten minutes hearing that sound. Then I moved off the pyramid and the sound stopped. We decided to repeat the experiment on other evening because it was late.

A few days later we tried to repeat the experiment. But we found (to my dismay) the feedback encephalograph was mute. It didn’t work any more, neither with the pyramid nor as feedback encephalograph. It was broken. Unfortunately I could not find the company who sold me the device for a possible repair. The address I had was an old one and in the meantime the company had moved.

My only comfort was to know that in some strange way the pyramid placed on the encephalograph had triggered the feedback of the device. Thus in some way the pyramid was “active”.

After another period of “pyramidal calm”, on 30th December 1990 my husband and I decided to take a trip to the countryside. The weather was beautiful, the sun was shining and the temperature was lukewarm. The plan to spend a day in the open air excited me, but with the pyramid should even be better.
I had an idea: to find a deserted place, possibly with an archaeological settlement, and to connect the pyramid to a radio (with battery), tuning in on a “white” band (it means no sound).

To find a deserted location in Sicily is almost impossible. But looking at a map, my attention was attracted to the Magnisi Peninsula, in the Augusta Gulf, on the Sicily east coast between Catania and Siracusa.

We endured the four hours’ drive from Palermo to the Peninsula in a good mood. The Magnisi Peninsula is actually an isle, 2 kilometers long and 700 meters wide, linked to dry land by a sandy narrow isthmus less than 100 meters. There is a lighthouse and nearby there is a large necropolis (Bronze Age, 14 century BC) with more than 400 tombs excavated in the limestone. We explored the area, completely flat, except for a tower, maybe Saracen. Inside the tower there were narrow, spiral stone stairs heading to the top. It was full of garbage but still practical. Once on the top we had a beautiful sight: the sea in front of us, the isle totally deserted behind us and an electronic (without light) lighthouse slightly on the left.

I drew out the pyramid from a plastic bag and connected it to the radio’s antenna and I tuned in a white band (no sound). I hoped to hear something.

As a matter of fact we heard a uniform “bip-bip”. It was like a Morse message and the sound was so regular we thought it could be the electronic lighthouse signal (or some smuggler offshore).


Detaching the pyramid from the radio’s antenna the sound was not audible.

“Your pyramid is only an antenna amplifying the signals”, my husband said.
“It is possible”, I replied “but it is useful to talk with ‘him’. The white little being with blue eyes said so”.
“What gives you this certainty?”, my husband asked.
“I don’t know”, I answered shrugging my shoulders. “You see, I am not baffled by my certainty but by my tension to make it work. I easily get discouraged and I am a little bit an inconstant person ... but with this thing it is different. It is like I had a strong impulse continuously through the years pushing me to act. The problem is that I don’t know what else to do”.

As we were talking about that, our eyes followed an helicopter coming from the east. It was flying at a high altitude and it crossed the sky heading to Syracuse. It was not an extraordinary sight. If you live in this isle you get the habit to see helicopters: Police, Carabiniers, Ambulance, Army Bases, NATO, etc.
The helicopter was in fact going away to Syracuse, when suddenly it came back flying on the same path. At a certain point it turned, and again headed to Syracuse lowering the altitude. We stopped to talk, looking at this strange behavior. The helicopter in the meantime came back again moving on our upright-figures and beginning to lower.


My husband said:

“Take the pyramid away from there”.
And me: “Why?”.
And him: “I told you to take the pyramid away”.

In the meantime the helicopter was flying at a remarkably low altitude. Surely the pilot could see us arguing on the tower’s top.

“Look, it is landing here!”, my husband said very troubled. “Let’s go away from here!”.
“I cannot believe it”, I said referring to the possibility of the helicopter landing because of the pyramid. “But if it is true, what does it matter?”, I added.

Meantime the helicopter was near the tower and it was few meters from the ground. We were reached by the air moved violently by the blade’s rotor.

I was amazed: the helicopter was very dark grey in color, almost black. The cockpit glass was not transparent. You could not see the pilot. It was an opaque dark glass like you can see in some skyscraper’s windows. The helicopter did not have signal lamps or identification mark/numbers on the tail or somewhere else. Nothing! It was not a local helicopter and if it was coming from the nearby NATO base it should be obliged to have some identification mark. It did not have even the usual skids. They looked much more like those of the float-plane. The side port was very wide. One could go in with two Italian cars together.


Well, it was the biggest helicopter I had ever seen - except in the American war movies.

“Listen”, my husband said, “if he comes here, it is because he ‘heard’ something”.
“Wonderful”, I said. “Maybe he could tell us something about how to make the thing to work better”.
“The thing doesn’t go in this way”, insisted my husband, “what do you say if somebody asks you how and why you built the pyramid? Do you intend to say you have realized a dream? Nobody will believe you. And furthermore, do you like the idea to spend the 31st December undergoing interrogation, probably both you and I divided?”.

This last reasoning convinced me. Surely I didn’t want my holidays spoiled.

Now the helicopter was almost landing near the tower (about half a meter from the ground and 20/25 meters from the tower). I quickly switched off the radio, I detached the pyramid and I put everything in the plastic bag. We got down from the tower and without looking behind us at the helicopter, we slowly left the tower acting as a couple of lovers and heading towards our car. We heard the helicopter taking off.

Nobody stopped us, not even on the highway.





C6. How the first treatise [7] “Story of one pyramid” was published and what happened next

The first time I saw the name of Dr Jan Pajak was on an article published by a New Zealand newspaper. At that time I had a subscription with an American news-clipping service. Thus I could be informed about all the news published all around the world - in English language. Jan had written something about one of his researches. I do not remember exactly what the article was about but I remember well my emotion during the reading. All his words showed an open mind. Maybe that was the right man and scientist, I thought. And I wrote my first letter to him (in the article his address was under his sign). He could not know all the technical problems I would have transferred on his shoulders!

Though Jan was very sincerely interested in my story and though he wished afterwards to write with me a treatise about it (I could not believe it!), he was a little bit “prudent”. After all, I could be a crazy woman with a lot of “funny” ideas in the mind and nothing else. But he was curious. There were some coincidences with his researches which I could not know... Many times I had invited Jan to come to Palermo as our guest (my husband and I).


Thus, at last, one day of May 1995, Jan arrived in Palermo to see the pyramid. Those were four days of intense talks. A full immersion in the English language. I must say I like very much to talk with Jan. From my point of view his English is fantastic - maybe because he is not from England and maybe because the Polish construction of the sentences is very similar to those of the Italians.


But the most fantastic things is: he understands me!


Even when my English was a mess, he understood what I wanted to say and on which path my thoughts were running. Aside this egoistic considerations, I consider Jan a brilliant mind, a smart researcher and a good friend. It is not so easy to find an open-minded scientist hearing you while you talk on an alleged advanced device as our pyramid dreamed one night in 1978.

During those four days, I introduced Jan to the technician who had built the second prototype and together with other friends we spent one afternoon showing to Jan the experiments we have done with the pyramid. But I saw the eyes of Jan lighted only when we showed to him the experiment with the pyramid’s phial connected to the kitchen piezoelectric gas lighter and he saw the phial alighted. That was the moment I felt Jan convinced that mine was not only foolishness.

The writing of the first treatise [7] “STORY OF ONE PYRAMID” has not been very easy. I do not wish to bore the reader with all our problems. I will just say that firstly, I needed a computer. And above all I need to learn how to use it. Thus, my first computer was an old one of second hand (I mean, it was used). It had very few memory and it didn’t accept the program sent by Jan by mail. It has not been an easy task to work with it! At last, first I wrote my part in Italian, then I translated it in English - a very boring work which takes a lot of time - considering at the same time I had problems with that old computer. Then I sent it to Jan for the corrections of my English.

Then Jan sent to me his part. All this by mail, of course - I didn’t have Internet yet. It must be considered that an airmail letter from Italy to New Zealand can take almost three months to arrive - and if it arrives.

And while Jan was putting together all the treatise in an organized manner, I started the Italian translation of his part. At the same time he did the translation of the treatise in Polish. At last we printed the final copy of the treatise with our own money - each of us for the language interested. All this work for something we believed possible.

In Italy I have distributed about 150 copies of “Story Of One Pyramid". And I have received letters: three from New Zealand and one from Sweden. Though I had replied, I didn’t receive other news from the researchers. I have received also one telephone call from a New Zealand independent researcher and one e-mail from an independent researcher from South Italy.

My contact with the New Zealand independent researcher has been fruitful. His name is Mike Silao and he did very interesting researches about the pyramid. He has a right approach to the pyramid problems and I hope that sooner or later he will be able to build a working prototype of our pyramid. I will talk later about his research.

The researcher from South Italy is a boy still studying at the university. He has the goodwill to work on the problems connected to our pyramid but unfortunately he has not very much time to spend on it. The result of the reaction received from the readers (Italian and foreign) was a lot of thanking letters for the information... but above all about their personal experiences about UFO sightings, about their opinion about the UFO matter and some requests of other technical details I was not able to give. And this is all the feedback I have received from the first treatise.

Why to write a second treatise, then? Well, there are several reasons: new information, new approaches to the problem and the chance to tell what I think. Personally, I wouldn’t have told anything about these new developments but Jan knows how to be convincing.

There are some areas about which I would like to express my point of view or personal opinion, taking advantage of the chance which is opened to me by this treatise. I would like to use this opportunity and to tell in this way that certain things are more important then others. I am perfectly aware that my point of view is not supported neither by qualified studies nor by particular specialization, but I believe that experiences of someone constantly living on the “battlefield”, are those which sharpen the mind and help “a soldier to survive”.

I have had many years to think over and to learn the most of concepts involved in the pyramid described here. Only initially these concepts appear to originate from fields and branches of science and technology that seem to be without links with our pyramid, and even without links between them. It was not my wish to face topics so difficult for me. But apart of Jan’s believe in their potential application, what has really convinced me to pursue writing of this treatise, is the chance these descriptions could fall on hands of one or more persons with a specialization in the fields involved. They could have some “bright idea” how to develop the pyramid – thus carrying on what I am not (and never will be) able to do.

I have had always a very curious mind – especially about what the other people dismiss with superficiality ... There are a lot of things in life that other people are not interested to find out. I always seek for WHY? The problem is that very often nobody is able to give to me an answer!





C7. The art of understanding alien descriptions

Sometimes the more obvious things are also the hardest. As an example take the language: I talk of that agglomerate of sounds that one gives out from mouth to express, in Italy very often accompanied by gestures or mimicries to catch a major attention. The Italians, you know, listen little. They prefer to talk. I haven’t got difficulty with expressing myself. But very often the others have got difficulties with understanding me.


For years I thought, as a literal translation from an old Italian saying would put it, “to have something that didn’t go” (i.e. that something is wrong with me). But the work, once very often abroad, travels, and experience have taught me that comprehension of language between two or more people depends on mental ductility and almost never on words, differences, or language barriers.

It could seem incredible, but the habit of thinking always towards the same direction prevents very often the comprehension of others’ topics. Very often people say “we don’t talk the same language”. It means that thoughts, emotions, reasoning, and sometimes moral values, go on into a different direction from that one of the conversation partner. If someone talks of something that go out from our mental schemes, or about something for which we haven’t got experience, it will be like if it talked a language unknown for us. If at a given question one answers with something not foreseen, the eye off from the other person will be the alarm that it wasn’t the right reply.


And it would be hard, almost impossible, driving and searching to make run along mentally to the other path of his/her own reasoning.

I must face such problems almost every day (and this is very frustrating) - and I retain myself lucky to be considered only a little bit strange by others... That’s why in my hypothetical trip of technical/cultural quest, I jump up when I find answers to my questions, more or less because of luck. I have found some replies only in the course of several years, and Jan says that we reached the time to put them together, if not just in organic shape, at least in chronological order. And this is what I will try to do here.

To feel myself close to a target and after a while to see it fading away, it is something I regret very much. According to the standard criterion, my targets are almost always unusual and odd, thus it happens to me to feel myself disappointed very often. But when I knew David W. Davenport, who with Ettore Vincenti coauthored the book [C3]: “2000 a.C.: Distruzione Atomica” (published (1979) by SUGARCO Editions s.r.l., viale Tunisia 41, Milan, Italy) (see subsection C4, which originally was included into treatise [7] “Story of one pyramid”), I felt myself very close to the destination. In my opinion, he was the unique person able to understand how the pyramid could work. Unfortunately his unexpected and premature death around 1991 because of a malignant tumor in the brain has prevented the realization of his desires, his dreams, and also dreams of many others people.

Born in India from English parents, Davenport was expert on archaeology and oriental languages. It is told in his book how with the comparative studies of the original Sanskrit texts, such as “Rg Veda”, “Mahabarata”, “Ramayana” and others, the authors have been able to find the ancient town Mohenjo-Daro, destroyed 4000 years ago by a big explosion. The town was completely erased, the people burnt, bricks and crockery vitrified. The finds that were brought back to Italy by the two authors and then analyzed in laboratory, have shown that the cause was due to a huge explosion. The unique known power able to produce alike effects is an explosion of nuclear type...

Among the other things, Davenport dedicates many pages of his book to an ancient aeronautical manual and to its possible translation in technological key. The “Vymanika-Shastra” or “Aeronautica by Maharashi Bharadwaja”, describes briefly the working of the VIMANAS, i.e. ancient alleged aircraft flying in the sky something like 4.000 years ago, and also describes other strange devices likened to them.


Davenport writes that the “Vymanika-Shastra” cannot be considered a true treatise of aeronautics engineering because of its extreme shortness. In 124 pages have been concentrated instructions for the pilots, indications about what they have to eat, what they have to wear, what kind of metals to use for building the Vimana, geological information to find these metals, instructions for the building of furnaces, bellows and crucibles, description of three types of Vimanas, of their devices, of an electric generator and an electric engine.


Too many things in too few pages, if one hopes to find indications so much precise allowing to reconstruct the described machines today. Rather this text reminds – David writes certain kind of scientific popularization writings allowing the reader to have a general idea about the topic addressed. After a long study, David has reached the conclusion that it can be considered a text of connection with others Sanskrit manuscripts, not well known also in India and never translated in the western countries.

There is, for example, the electric engine. In “Vymanika-Shastra” it is described as follows:

“The electric engine consists of a thin metallic thread rolled up in spiral with a cage of thin thread in the centre. The power is led from the generator to the engine through a tube of glass. Proper wheels are fixed to the cage of thread in order to link it with the rotating device of the generator or to the pinion rod”.

The person who has written these lines – writes Davenport -surely knew the electric engine because he has accurately quoted the three fundamental elements: the winding (or “solenoid” just to use a technical language); the rotating central part (it is curious to note that in the huge dimension modern three-phase engines this rotating part is called “squirrel cage”); and the insulator. (The text says “glass” and we immediately imagine some little tubes. But nothing prevents to think that really is a fabric of glass fibers, excellent insulator, today not very much used because of high cost.) Furthermore, the text says that the mobile part at one side must be connected to a pole of the generator, and at the other side to a pinion transmitting the movement to the receiving device.


But the writer didn’t give even the most vague indication about the basic physical principles applied, and he is quite confused about the connections. The result is that the reader must have a good knowledge of electronics in order to interpret what is written. Otherwise, even with the best will, all what the reader will be able to get, following literally the instructions, will be a “proto-motor”, i.e. a device which is looking as an electric motor, but which doesn’t work.

Such a description doesn’t fit the idea we have about the scientific popularization. It looks more as the report of a layman/profane to whom an electro-technical engineer have showed a motor and explained in very generic terms/words as it works.

At the beginning of this subsection we have talked about the language/speech difficulties.

Here we have an other example. It is the description of an electric generator:

“Two containers are placed on the “peetha’, or base. Each container contains five cups full of acids. Each cup has a revolving rod with wheels linked together. The wheels are set by hand first and by the generated electric power/energy afterwards. A “darpana”, or mirror, and a “garshana manis”, are fixed/made firm over the wheels. The darpana and the manis absorb the energy of the sun and transmit it to the acids in the cups. The acids, re-stirred, convert the absorbed energy in electric power, which passes through the ‘pancha-mukhee naala’, or five routes/output switch, to different points (of the Vimana) and sets various devices”.

This explanation is not very clear, isn’t it? Let’s compare it to this one:

“In a container consisting of a mixture of coal purified three times and formica alcohol, lead and chromium bars are fixed together with acid sulphur and purified water. From this container is developed energy able to set in motion a device”.

This is the description, which using the same kind of Vymanika-Shastra language, describes an object we have probably seen hundred of times. Reading this explanation, how many readers have recognized the most common car battery? And yet it is a description absolutely correct. “Container consisting of a mixture of coal purified three times and formica alcohol”: it is the usual bakelite box holding the battery elements.


The bakelite is given by the condensed resins of the phenols ( chemical compound derived from the benzene that in its turn you get by fractional distillation of the tars produced distilling the fossil coal at high temperature) with formaldehyde (obtained with the dehydrogenation of the formic alcohol, so called from the formic rufa, where the formic acid has been spotted for the first time in XVII century). Obviously the lead and chromium bars (or plates) do not need explanation but the “acid sulphur and purified water” are just a solution of sulphuric acid and distilled water (H2SO4+H2O).


As you can see, if in the description you avoid to use the terms we are familiar, as bakelite and sulphuric acid, the text appears totally incomprehensible. This always happens with most of the devices described in the Vymanika-Shastra. About the electric generator that we read before, we can only understand that it is a solar battery, and the fact, that during the process of energy production the acids held in the cups must be continuously moved, had to be a decisive factor. What acids were, why they had to be moved, and how the “mirror” was composed, we don’t know” (the “mirror” most probably we can call photosensitive cell - as it intended to capture the sun energy rays).

Davenport goes on writing:

There is, for example, a device destined to accomplish functions similar to those of a TV camera, but working on the base of total different principles (excerpts from Bodhaananda Vritti):

“Prepare a circular or squared base of about 30 cm, with wood and glass elements in the middle. Considering a distance of about 5 cm from these, mark the lines toward the border in 8 different directions. Fix two pins on each line in a way you can open and to close. In the centre, put up a pin of the size of 20 cm and four tubes made of ‘Vishvodara’ metal, equipped with hinges and iron, copper, brass and lead plates, and attach them to the pins in the eight directions.


All must be covered. ... Prepare a perfectly well-finished mirror and fix it to the reins, or pin. At the base of the pin an electric ‘yantra’ (device) must be fixed. In the middle and at the end of the pin crystal or glass grains must be fixed. The circular or spherical mirror attracting the sun rays must be fixed at the foot of the pin. To the west of this must be placed the reflector of images.”

It works in this way:


“First the pin, or central bar, must be lengthened acting on the ‘keelak’ or switch. The mirror for the observation must be fixed at the base. A container full of mercury must be fixed on its bottom. In this need to place a crystal grain perforated by an hole. Through this chemically purified grain must be passed through sensitive threads that will be connected to the terminal grains in the various directions. At the end of the bar must be fixed a solar mirror. At the base must be placed a container full of liquid salt ‘ruchaka’. In this must be placed a crystal provided with hinge and threads. At the bottom, in the middle, must be fixed a spherical mirror to attract the sun rays.


To the west of this must be set a reflecting device. Eight parts of the sun power in the solar reflector and twelve parts of electric energy must be pass through the crystal in the mercury and led in the universal reflector mirror. Then this mirror must be focused on the direction of the area that must be photographed. The image that will appear in the mirror will be identical to the reality and it will allow to the pilot to value the conditions of the area under observation, and he will be able to undertake the right actions to avoid the dangers and to inflict damages at the enemy”.


This time even if it is clear what was the use of this device (to observe in detail an enemy area), it is absolutely incomprehensible to understand the principle of operation, and the device doesn’t look like something that is produced by our technology. ... If I write that I gave my wife a necklace of tiger’s eyes, everybody will understand immediately that it is a necklace done with a particular kind of yellow and brown semiprecious changing stones.


If, nevertheless, in the next centuries an hypothetical scholar should run into the same sentence and translate it as if they are the eyeballs of a big feline, surely this scholar will have strange ideas about the custom of the women in the twentieth century. ... On the other hand, even the modern technology is full of similar terms/words. Try to imagine what will think a very far future scholar of our civilization when he will find out that one of the most important part of our car’s engine is a “goose-neck” (the articulated shaft transmitting the movement to the pistons). ...


In the most advanced aeronautic research centers, unique materials for building not metallic aircraft with a high resistance to the heat and to the stress, have been tested. Some materials have given the best results and these have “whiskers” of carbon between their components. Who has a good technical knowledge knows the “whiskers” are very long and thin crystals recently obtained in laboratories. They have been nicknamed in this way because they look like the cat’s moustaches.


But if you try to translate literally the word “whiskers”, and if you tell somebody that the future aircraft will be made with cat’s moustaches, then wait to see what will happen. ... If to all these difficulties you add the fact that Josyer, even if he is an eminent Sanskritist and he knows perfectly the ancient Indian culture, surely he doesn’t know all the notions about the modern aeronautic techniques, electronics, chemistry and metallurgical that should have been very helpful for a more complete comprehension of the text.


(Josyer is the director of the International Academy of Sanskrit Research, Mysore, Karnataka, India, who partially translated in English the Vymanika-Shastra. The Academy is the owner of the manuscript.)

The above part of the Davenport book [C3] left me completely baffled.


From my point of view these were very similar descriptions to what the strange little white being with blue eyes had told me, particularly in the passage that describes an alleged TV camera – without considering the David’s idea that “mirrors” can be photosensitive cells ... It seems that in those very ancient times mirrors, glass, crystals, little tubes, and mercury, were elements of great demand and consumption.