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The Head Trip: Adventures on the Wheel of Consciousness
     

The Head Trip: Adventures on the Wheel of Consciousness

by Jeff Warren
 

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A world at once familiar and unimaginably strange exists all around us, and within us – it is the vast realm of consciousness. In The Head Trip, science journalist Jeff Warren explores twelve distinct, natural states of consciousness available to us in a twenty-four-hour day, each state offering its own kind of knowledge and insight – its own

Overview

A world at once familiar and unimaginably strange exists all around us, and within us – it is the vast realm of consciousness. In The Head Trip, science journalist Jeff Warren explores twelve distinct, natural states of consciousness available to us in a twenty-four-hour day, each state offering its own kind of knowledge and insight – its own adventure. The hypnagogic state, when our minds hover between waking and sleeping, can be a rich source of creativity and even compassion. Then there’s the Watch, an almost magical waking experience in the middle of the night that has been all but lost to electric light and modern sleep patterns. Daydreaming and trance, lucid dreaming, the Zone, and the Pure Conscious Event – from sleep laboratory to remote northern cabin, neurofeedback clinic to Buddhist retreat, Warren visits them all. Along the way, he talks to neuroscientists, chronobiologists, anthropologists, monks, and many others who illuminate his stories with cutting-edge science and age-old wisdom.

On this trip, all are welcome and no drugs are required: all you need to pack are a functioning cerebrum and an open mind. Replete with stylish graphics and brightened by comic panels conceived and drawn by the author, The Head Trip is an instant classic, a brilliant and original description of the shifting experience of consciousness that’s also a practical guide to enhancing creativity and mental health. This book does not just inform and entertain – it shows how every one of us can expand upon the ways we experience being alive.

Editorial Reviews

Dennis Drabelle
"But if you look beyond the book's flower-child title, as well as its numerous drawings and diagrams, you find yourself being instructed by a serious journalist with both feet on the ground -- except when he's in bed and taking part in experiments. In The Head Trip, Warren pursues his conviction that "consciousness exists in more widely varied and abundant forms than simple waking, sleeping, and dreaming" by talking with experts and submitting to protocols."
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

Warren, a Canadian science journalist, combines the rigorous self-experimentation of Steven Johnson's Mind Wide Openwith the wacky self-experimentation of A.J. Jacobs's The Know-It-Allin this entertaining field guide to the varying levels of mental awareness. Beginning with the mild hallucinogenic state that comes just before true sleep, he tries to hone his skills at lucid dreaming, subjects himself to hypnosis and joins a Buddhist meditation retreat, among other adventures. Along the way, he begins to realize that "dreaming and waking are equivalent states," and that we can learn how to induce the subtle gradations of consciousness within ourselves. This could come off as New Age psychobabble, but Warren is well versed in the scientific literature, and he provides detailed accounts of his own research. (During one three-week period, for example, he goes to bed at sundown to recreate a period of wakefulness before returning to sleep that used to be common before electric light reconfigured our sleep schedules.) His self-mocking attitude toward his inability to achieve instant nirvana, along with a steady stream of cartoon illustrations, ensures that his ideas remain accessible. More important than the theories, though, may be the basic tools-and the visionary spirit-that Warren hands off to those interested in hacking their own minds. B&w illus. (Nov. 27)

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Library Journal

What is it like to experience lucid dreaming or to be hypnotized? Having traveled around the world to experience 12 distinct states of consciousness, Canadian science journalist and radio producer Warren here reports on what they're like and what such experts as neuroscientists, chronobiologists, anthropologists, and monks have learned about them. Much is already known about the aforementioned states of lucid dreaming and hypnotization, but Warren also addresses more obscure conditions, e.g., the Watch, a period of relaxed, middle-of-the-night half-wakefulness achieved by people living in areas of long winter nights and exposed to little or no artificial light. Other conditions, such as hypnogogia, the state of consciousness between wakefulness and sleep, are familiar to most of us at least fleetingly or unheedingly. This entertaining book, complete with Warren's own black-and-white, cartoonlike drawings, manages to convey a good deal about the science of cognition in an easy-to-absorb narrative. Highly recommended for public and undergraduate libraries.
—Mary Ann Hughes

Kirkus Reviews
A Canadian journalist goes deep into history and his own psyche to explore all the possible permutations of sleep. Warren had one primary motive for writing his enjoyably big and baggy book: "I wanted to catch sleep in the act." In a welcome attempt to bring some well-needed levity to the often paralyzingly earnest discussions of such matters, Warren structures the book as a Wheel of Fortune-like spinner on which a "You Are Here" sign points to different stages, from The Hypnagogic to The REM Dream, at the start of each chapter. Although necessarily afflicted with new-age tendencies-he does love his dreams-Warren isn't a preacher trying to convert the masses to his stunning new understanding of the unconscious mind. Instead, he offers a good-natured and self-deprecating ramble through the worlds of sleep and wakefulness, organized around the idea that consciousness is too complicated to be divided into two states, asleep and awake. He partakes in the usual visits to experts, researchers who show him how they can track particular moments in the dramatic flow of his dream narrative by a spike in the EEG chart. He also attends a lucid-dreaming seminar in Hawaii. One of the most engrossing sections follows Warren's discovery of historian Roger Ekrich's contention that in premodern Western society, people tended to sleep from 9 p.m. to around midnight, then around 2 a.m. to dawn. To replicate the experience of periods of sleep interrupted by one or more "night watch" bouts of wakefulness, Warren travels to a remote cabin without artificial light and waits for his body to adjust. Not surprisingly, it does, leaving him to note, "eight hours of consolidated sleep is really one option among many,and we likely do ourselves a disservice when we insist on its universality."A sprawling and occasionally goofy examination of a shockingly little understood aspect of our lives. Agent: Don Sedgwick/Transatlantic Literary Agency
From the Publisher
“Warren’s commendably ambitious work, engagingly illustrated with humorous, pop-culturish graphics, offers non-scientific readers a brilliant distillation of the latest studies in that still-mysterious realm of Mind….It’s certainly the best-priced trips readers can take this year.” –Vancouver Review

"Thoroughly entertaining ….exhilarating ….You'll never look at waking, sleeping or dreaming the same way again."
The Independent

"In The Head Trip, Jeff Warren takes readers on an audacious, enchanting, and often hilarious journey into the slippery nature of human consciousness, from deep slumber to lofty states of enlightenment. This book will blow your mind."
–Sandra Blakeslee, co-author of The Body Has a Mind of Its Own

"Writing about any aspect of consciousness is treacherously difficult, but Jeff Warren’s take on the subject is clear, original and – amazingly – funny!"
–Rita Carter, author of Mapping the Mind and Exploring Consciousness

"As readable and fun as a novel, yet accurate and up-to-date, The Head Trip is about your most precious possession – your consciousness – and the fascinating states it goes through."
–Charles T. Tart, author of Altered States of Consciousness

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781400064847
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:
12/04/2007
Pages:
400
Product dimensions:
7.35(w) x 9.28(h) x 1.16(d)

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Introduction

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our ­visit.
–T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

Here’s a curious phenomenon; maybe you’ve experienced ­it.

For several years in my mid-twenties I spent my summers tree planting in northern Ontario. It was a difficult job. Every morning at 5 a.m. some classic rock anthem would blare out across the makeshift camp and we’d drag ourselves from our warm tents and pile into the rusted yellow school buses idling on the logging road. Out on “the block,” we were assigned huge chunks of napalmed land, uneven mixes of charred duff, swamp, and scraggly brush. For eleven hours we’d plant little ­eight-­inch saplings–­kick-­shovel-­draw-­bend-­insert-­stomp­kick-­shovel-­draw-­bend-­insert-­stomp–­little mechanical humans jerking along the horizon. Every seven feet, several hundred an hour, several thousand a day. It was fantastically tedious, made worse by ­bone-­chilling drizzle, a fog of biting blackflies, hidden wasps’ nests, thickets of sharp sticks, and patrolling bears who’d ransack our lunches and terrorize the ­cooks.

Beginner planters spent their time in an agony of unhappiness and frustration. But as the weeks wore on the privations lessened, in part because we became habituated to the job, but also because of an odd recurring experience that some of us discussed among ­ourselves.

I remember the day it first happened to me. It was still early, a little after 9 a.m. I had just loaded up my bags with trees and stood gazing out over the denuded expanse of earth and rubble. I sighed, looked down at my shovel, and began planting. When I raised my head I noticed the sun was on the other side of the sky. Little green spruce dotted the landscape all around me, and on the road empty tree containers sat in a disorderly pile. My watch said 2 p.m. Five hours had passed and I remembered nothing. What ­happened?

I had no idea, but like other planters before me I welcomed the state. Now days alternated between ­time-­crawling ­now­ness, idle ­daydreams–­another important ­consolation–­and these strange absences, little wormholes in time where we dropped off the land and reappeared several hours ­later.

One day I experienced a new variation. I mounted a steep ridge and there, towering before me, was an enormous white pine with silver scales and a broad, knotted trunk. The tree was wrapped in a gauzy halo of needles, and in the ­late-­afternoon sun they filled with golden light. I caught my breath and everything went suddenly very still. The background chatter of the forest faded, and I had the feeling that time had paused, except, in contrast to my wormhole experiences, “I” remained to witness the ellipsis. But it was not an “I” I recognized. As strange as it may sound, I felt as if I were somehow part of the tree. I stood transfixed, a large, unblinking eyeball. And then the feeling passed. In front of me was just a tree. I looked down and continued ­planting.1

The experience of tree planting didn’t end at night. As soon as our eyes closed, a ­slow-­moving landscape flickered up on our retinas and we watched reruns of the day–­kick-­shovel-­draw-­bend-­insert-­stomp, ­kick-­shovel-­draw-­bend-­insert-­stomp. I remember being struck by the photographic perfection of these images, bright visuals that were often accompanied by the physical sensation of movement, like that wobbly ­sea-­legs feeling you get after a day of sailing. Once fully asleep, the activity seemed to rev up a notch. I dreamed of twisting in my sleep so I could plant my bedroll, or trying to slam my shovel through the asphalt of an endless dream highway. I often woke in the night protesting: it isn’t fair, this isn’t my workday, this is my time off. I shouldn’t have to plant now! When I struggled against the dream narrative I inevitably woke myself up, though several times I flickered into momentary ­self-­consciousness in the dream itself, and stood there in the empty expanse of dream land with my dream shovel in my hand thinking this was a really weird situation, I’d have to remember to tell someone. Inevitably I woke exhausted, and on the bumpy ride out to the block, all of us muttered about our diabolically doubled ­workloads.

Tree planting got me thinking about consciousness because the unvarying sameness of the days provided a perfect backdrop for alterations. I noticed the differences, and they seemed to correspond to shifts more fundamental than those of mood or even alertness. In the previous few paragraphs I’ve described seven distinct states of consciousness that most of us have likely experienced at some time or another: general alertness, daydreaming, deep absorption, a heightened present, ­sleep-­onset imagery, dreaming, and the very beginnings of a lucid dream. Some of these occur with strict regularity, others are more rare. And although a few of them may sound mystical, one of the main preoccupations of this book is how far science has come in shedding light on their ­character.

Until that summer, my conception of consciousness was little more than a crude on/off switch in my head. We were awake, and then we were asleep. Sure, there were dreams, but these sort of happened off the record. Unless you wanted eye rolls and public derision, you only told your ­bed-­partner about them (“I opened the umbrella and out flopped a ­half-­dozen pale cow ­udders–­can you believe that?”). Clearly there was more to consciousness than these two ­options–­how many variations were there, ­exactly?

The answer, of course, is ­billions–­as many variations as there are individuals to experience them, and within each individual a succession of seemingly unique moments. This disorienting plentitude seems all but impossible to quantify, for the one thing we can say with certainty about consciousness is that it is an ineffably private and subjective ­affair.

Except that isn’t the full story. Because underneath our shifting tides of awareness are ­specific–­and ­regular–­physiological changes occurring in the brain. The most elemental of these are the circadian processes that govern our ­sleep-­wake cycle. These undulating rhythms form the basic contours of subjective consciousness; they guide changing levels of alertness through each day and, in concert with their chemical emissaries, move us through the various stages of sleep at ­night.

The notion that sleep is not a single monolithic state is perhaps not fully appreciated by most people. We cycle through stages, of which ­slow-­wave and rem sleep are the most distinct. Each of these two states is as different from the other as they are from waking. This is the case regarding: 1) their specific functions; 2) the physical processes that form them; and 3)–crucially, for the purposes of this ­book–­what they feel like to experience. These three states of consciousness–­slow-­wave sleep, rem sleep, and ­waking–­form the primary compass of human ­experience.

This psychological and neuroscientific and experiential story of how consciousness changes over ­twenty-­four hours is the first story I want to tell, and it forms the loose skeleton of this book. But there is a larger, more important story, one that involves some of consciousness’s more dramatic variations, because overtop and between these three primary states, the mind is capable of visiting some very strange destinations. Since I can’t reliably talk about the shifting experience of consciousness without ­test-­driving some of those changes myself, I have gone on six adventures, six major head trips that ended up challenging everything I thought I knew about the expanse of consciousness and how our minds relate to our ­brains.

The trips themselves were ­far-­ranging in both a geographic and a psychological sense. From Montreal to Hawaii, London to New York, Scotland to northern Ontario, my body moved and my mind moved with it, propelled through the visionary logic of the hypnagogic, the mysterious ­mid-­night awakening known as the Watch, that astonishing challenger to waking consciousness, the lucid dream, the plunging well of attention known as the trance, the sublimely alert ­high-­resolution smr (captured on a computer’s monitor), and the ­quasi-­mystical substratum of awareness itself known as the Pure Conscious Event. Along the way I discovered other ­states–­some familiar, some less so: the parasomnias, the slow wave, the rem dream, the hypnopompic, the daydream, and the athlete’s Zone. That these various states are not better ­known–­at least in the West2–or more clearly understood has to do with the interrelated histories of the scientific study of consciousness in general and the study of sleep in ­particular.

Things started well enough in the late nineteenth century, with psychologists like William James championing a new scientific field. “A science of the relations of the mind and brain,” wrote James, “must show how the elementary ingredients of the former correspond to the elementary functions of the latter.”

First-­person approaches to consciousness were deemed essential, and indeed they took off in philosophy under the banner of ­phenomenology–­the study of consciousness and its immediate ­objects–­and in psychology, in a school of thinking called introspection. Yet although introspectionist psychologists like Wilhelm Wundt and his student E. B. Titchener developed some interesting experimental methods for measuring the contents of the mind, the young discipline was heavily criticized by other psychologists: introspection wasn’t scientific enough, ­self-­reports of mental phenomena could not be trusted, even introspectionists themselves, the critics argued, could not agree on the facts. Looking back on the school now, part of the problem was an inability to access purely objective measurements of mental activity; the ­brain-­imaging tools we possess today had not yet been ­developed.

While phenomenology flapped around in continental European academic circles, introspection took a nosedive, and in its place rose the behaviorists. Forget about interiors, for these scientists what mattered were the externals: behavior. Behavior could be replicated and quantified. Ring a bell, a dog salivates; stimulus, response. Under the reign of the behaviorists, “consciousness” became a dirty word, an ­airy-­fairy object of scorn with no place in the lab. Consciousness was left to the ­humanities–­to the writers and the philosophers. And without a scientific language to describe or even acknowledge the shifting experience of consciousness, it remained for New Age and religious traditions to ­co-­opt some of its more dramatic manifestations (such as lucid dreaming and the various levels of meditative absorption). Which only served, of course, to further remove them from scientific ­respectability.

One exception to this trend was a blip of activity in the 1950s and ’60s, when the nascent science of “altered states” took off under psychedelic researchers like Charles Tart, Oscar Janiger, Stanislav Grof, Timothy Leary, and others. With their focus on mind-altering drugs, they were among the few investigators to consider seriously the significant fact that consciousness changes. In his landmark 1969 anthology Altered States of Consciousness, the psychologist Charles Tart defined an altered state of consciousness (ASC) as one in which an individual experiences a “qualitative shift in his pattern of mental functioning [Tart’s italics].” That is, not just a quantitative shift of becoming, for example, more or less alert, but a sense in the individual that “some quality or qualities of his mental processes are different.” This definition, of course, didn’t extend only to the effects of drugs; experiences like dreaming and meditation and hypnosis were examined alongside LSD and psilocybin trips.3

Today consciousness has been rehabilitated. Neuroscientists like Christof Koch write about the quest for the neural correlates of consciousness, and in forums like The Journal of Consciousness Studies psychologists and philosophers are once again debating the merits of “first-person approaches to consciousness.” To back up these arguments, a new generation of Buddhist monks are having their eegs scrutinized for signs of unusual activity. So, waking consciousness is hot–but what of sleeping consciousness?

1 Years later, while reading Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, I was excited to find this passage: “I saw the backyard cedar where the mourning doves roost charged and transfigured, each cell buzzing with flame. I stood on the grass with the lights in it, grass that was wholly fire, utterly focused and utterly dreamed. It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.” It was, Dillard writes later, as if a great door had opened on the present, and the tree flickered with “the steady, inward flames of eternity.” Same sentiment, different tree. Dillard calls these moments “innocence”: “the spirits’ unselfconscious state at any moment of pure devotion to any object . . . at once a receptiveness and total concentration.” My friend Dawn, more prosaically, calls them “Matrix moments,” after the film’s signature frozen-in-air martial arts scenes.

2 More than one observer has pointed out that in the West we don’t appreciate the full spectrum of naturally occurring altered states because they are not part of our legislated lived experience, our “consensus reality,” as psychologist Charles Tart puts it. We have a very sophisticated understanding of some things–the material universe, for example–but we neglect others. In the case of consciousness, most of us are not taught to recognize the subtle variations, so we have no vocabulary to describe them. This is not the case in many Eastern cultures, particularly those that put a premium on introspection. Thus the Buddhists, for example, describe dozens of meditative states, each with its own specific and apparently reproducible phenomenology.

3 By Tart’s criteria, extreme mood changes also qualify as ascs. This makes perfect sense to me; when you’re furious or deeply depressed, you see the world in an entirely different way. That said, the emotional brain has been the subject of many excellent books. It is not the specific subject of this one.

Meet the Author

Jeff Warren has lived and worked in Paris, Vancouver, Toronto, Montreal, San Francisco and London. He has published articles in the Globe and Mail and the National Post. His two hour-long documentaries on sleep and dreaming for CBC Radio’s Ideas became the springboard for The Head Trip. He is an on-again, off-again producer for The Current, and is researching his next book.

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