It is amazing what you come across on the internet...
"The Almighty isn't dead, he's an energy field. And your mind is an electromagnetic map to your soul."
Over a scratchy speaker, a researcher announces, "Jack, one of your electrodes is loose, we're coming in."
The 500-pound steel door of the experimental chamber opens with a heavy whoosh; two technicians wearing white lab coats march in.
They remove the Ping-Pong-ball halves taped over my eyes and carefully lift a yellow motorcycle helmet that's been retrofitted with electromagnetic field-emitting solenoids on the sides, aimed directly at my temples.
Above the left hemisphere of my 42-year-old male brain, they locate the dangling electrode, needed to measure and track my brain waves.
The researchers slather more conducting cream into the graying wisps of my red hair and press the securing tape hard into my scalp.