I am well on my way to figuring this out. I think it involves: "All Alpha All the Time."

Aldous Huxley, as far as I can ascertain, found within himself a manner by which he could enter alpha at will.

At will. Now, there's a supposition.

Anyway, in the early '50s of our previous century, he and Milton Erickson got together and shared their sentiments on the powers of the subconscious mind and how to tap into that via hypnosis and/or self-induced trance. (It's the "and/or" of that equation that still has me puzzled.)

They spent some time together bringing their diverse interests to bear on that which rings coherently in the twilight between the strictures of the left brain and the expansiveness of the right.

Unfortunately, almost all their notations went off to some other realm when Huxley's house burned down, said fire carrying with it all of his current endeavours as well as his entire library. Aldous Huxley died a few years after this.

Now, don't laugh. They can hear you . . .

. . . still, that is kinda funny.