Didn't have an auditory experience, but once had a visual and conscious energy experience on Mt. Dade way back in mid April '95.
Me and a pal hauled camping gear into treasure lakes for a few nights stay for backcountry skiing.
On a very clear, blue bird day, hiked and skied the hourglass early one day, went quick, felt strong and was eyeing the 'cat's ear' couloir. Started skinning up above the cliff bands, buddy wasn't feeling strong, bailed, (later in the tent shows me a suspicious mole on his side, turned out to be melanoma, 17 yrs cancer survivor, married 2 kids) now I know why he was not feeling strong.
So I continued solo around the corner, out of sight of camp where my buddy had returned, till at the base of the chute, put the skis on the pack and continued up, post holing almost to my crotch, deep hollow, scary snow.
Finally ascended to the top and began to get the skis back on, suddenly was engulfed in a cloud, winds picking up and then heavy graupel snow crystals covered my skis with about 1/4 inch in the time it took to put my tele-bindings on. Yikes!!!
Now I couldn't see sh#t, ready to go, but WTF?, maybe wait a while and let the cell pass. Thinking if I start out, the whole things gonna let go, how's my buddy going to know other than I don't return to camp, all these negative thoughts flowing into my consciousness. I begin to shiver from the cold and sweat from the climb.
While waiting, two halos appeared, one left, one right in my perephial vision. Thinking its just from altitude, a little hypoxia. Then calmness and confidence just fill me. Thoughts of trust your skills, it's going to be fine, you'll be alright take over. The halos appear again.
I'm now thinking, you just climbed it, so you consciously know what the terrain is, where it rolls to 46-48 degrees, just follow your memory of the climb.
It was f-ing awesome, that first turn, scoured to ice at the top, radical, crazy, descending pedal turns, falling into complete blankness, deep snow, each turn had to be flawless, focus, balance, technique, dropping four feet between turns, stop, rest, focus, use the same technique, still see halos in my perephial, stop, focus, again, finally, start to see the darkness of the sides of the chute, keep skiing, then more visibility, then more visibility, getting stronger, finally breaking through the clouds, reaching the base of the chute, stopping looking back up at the blankness.
Could've been the first ski descent, don't know, one of the guides at the rock creek lodge on the way out next day said he never heard of anyone skiing it. Maybe Monyier, perhaps some other unknown, who knows, not claiming it, just fortunate I made it.
Point to me is it's all energy, and energy has various frequencies, visible, audio, invisible and in-audio. The best scientific minds still don't have all the answers, I don't need to question the how and why. Have an experience like that and you'll know.
It wasn't a 'strange radio sound'. It was the angels singing to you.
Spent a very long night on a wee ledge on a big face listening to the angels.
They were repeatedly drowned out by the near constant lightning. Did I say
drowned out? That was us, too. So much rain came down I am sure it actually
saved us from being fried. With our wall rack we should have been Public
Enemy #1 for the lightning but I believe the unbelievable downpour provided
ample alternative routes for the current. Luckily we were a good 1000'
below the summit which was being struck constantly for hours.
I have definitely been above timberline on many Colorado peaks when I started feeling the "bugs" crawling up the back of my neck. Very often lightning hit way too close not soon after. Once I was climbing a route and had my ice axe strapped to the back of my backpack (an old Chouinard bamboo model), not only did I feel the creepies up the back of my neck but my ice axe started to hum! I tore off the backpack and found shelter under a ledge, a full blown lightning/hail storm ensued. I was gradually convinced that being above timberline after 1:30 or 2:00 in the afternoon on a summer Colorado day was just asking for it.