Psychotronic generators, pi-rays, Egyptology, and orgone accumulators

Toys And Techniques posted several wonderful scans from Christopher Hills' fantastically-titled "Rays From The Capstone: The story of the psychotronic generator of the pi-ray and the incredible coffer." It was published in 1976 by the University of the Trees press. According to Amazon, Hills has written several books, including "Secrets of the Life Force," with a terrific eye-in-the-pyramid cover illustration, and "Supersensonics: The Science of Radiational Paraphysics." I like the design and illustration of Rays From The Capstone. It looks like a mix of Whole Earth Review, 1980s 'zines, and the occult weirdness that New Falcon books used to publish. "Rays from the Capstone"

• [Carrlos Lyles]

  Dope

• [Roy Trumbull]

  This is also the period in which L. Ron Hubbard turned reading an ohm meter into Dianetics. It’s worth reading his bio on wikipedia.

• [Jonathan]

  Oh, look! It’s the first recorded example of a catalog for audiophiles :)

• [ponzicar]

  A glimpse into the minds of less than conventional thinkers is always fascinating, even if they have clearly left reality behind long ago.

• [haineux]

  I love this stuff. Wish someone would sell eBooks of it. 

• [Romeo Vitelli]

  No discussion of orgone accumulators and psychotronic devices would be complete without mentioning the high priest of the movement, psychoanalyst Wilhem Reich.  Even his extensive FBI file shows his long history with “sinister” government conspiracies.   

  http://drvitelli.typepad.com/providentia/2008/04/the-case-agains.html

  http://drvitelli.typepad.com/providentia/2008/04/the-case-agai-1.html

• [Jim Saul]

  I first heard of these strange things at the end of the 80′s from a philosophy professor at University of Cincinnati. 

  By day he was an expert on Leibniz, but he was a secret Wilhelm Reich aficionado and had an human-sized Orgone Accumulator in his basement. My girlfriend at the time was good friends with his wife, so after a dinner party one evening I found myself crouching in that weird tin box for a half hour or so. 

  All I recall is that it smelled like rusty steel-wool, and, disappointingly, I felt nothing other than the suspicion that I was living through a 1970′s Woody Allen movie.

• [Guest]

  Don’t get it, not dissin’ it.