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at something, it would be OK. It was sort of as if you didn't 
care
to look at things; you're sloppily doing this and that, feeling kind of woozy, but as soon as you look, and concentrate, everything is, for a 
moment at least, all right. I took a book they had on organic chemistry and looked at a table full of complicated substances, and to my surprise was 
able to read them. 
I did all kinds of other things, like moving my hands toward each other from a distance to see if my fingers would touch each other, and although 
I had a feeling of complete disorientation, a feeling of an inability to do practically anything, I never found a specific thing that I couldn't do. 
As I said before, the first time in the tank I didn't get any hallucinations, and the second time I didn't get any hallucinations. But the Lillys were 
very interesting people; I enjoyed them very, very much. They often gave me lunch, and so on, and after a while we discussed things on a different 
level than the early stuff with the lights. I realized that other people had found the sense-deprivation tank somewhat frightening, but to me it was a 
pretty interesting invention. I wasn't afraid because I knew what it was: it was just a tank of Epsom salts. 
The third time there was a man visiting--I met many interesting people there--who went by the name Baba Ram Das. He was a fella from 
Harvard who had gone to India and had written a popular book called 
Be Here Now
. He related how his guru in India told him how to have an "out -
of-body experience" (words I had often seen written on the bulletin board): Concentrate on your breat h, on how it goes in and out of your nose as you 
breathe. 
I figured I'd try anything to get a hallucination, and went into the tank. At some stage of the game I suddenly realized that --it's hard to explain--
I'm an inch to one side. In other words, where my breath is going, in and out, in and out, is not centered: My ego is off to one side a little bit, by about 
an inch. 
I thought: "Now where 
is
the ego located? I know everybody thinks the seat of thinking is in the brain, but how do they 
know
that?" I knew 
already from reading things that it wasn't so obvious to people before a lot of psychological studies were made. The Greeks thought the seat of 
thinking was in the liver, for instance. I wondered, "Is it possible that where the ego is located is learned by children looking at people putting their 

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hand to their head when they say, 'Let me think'? Therefore the idea that the ego is located up there, behind the eyes, might be conventional!" I 
figured that if I could move my ego an inch to one side, I could move it further. This was the beginning of my hallucinations.
I tried and after a while I got my ego to go down through my neck into the middle of my chest. When a drop of water came down and hit me on 
the shoulder, I felt it "up there," above where "I" was. Every time a drop came I was startled a little bit, and my ego would jump back up through the 
neck to the usual place. Then I would have to work my way down again. At first it took a lot of work to go down each time, but gradually it got easier. 
I was able to get myself all the way down to the loins, to one side, but that was about as far as I could go for quite a while. 
It was another time I was in the tank when I decided that if I could move myself to my loins, I should he able to get completely outside of my 
body. So I was able to "sit to one side." It's hard to explain--I'd move my hands and shake the water, and although I couldn't see them, I knew where 
they were. But unlike in real life, where the hands are to 
each
side, part way 
down
, they were both to 
one
side! The feeling in my fingers and 
everything else was exactly the same as normal, only my ego was sitting outside, "observing" all this.
From then on I had hallucinations almost every time, and was able to move further and further outside of my body. It developed that when I 
would move my hands I would see them as sort of mechanical things that were going up and down--they weren't flesh; they were mechanical. But I 
was still able to feel everything. The feelings would be exactly consistent with the motion, but I also had this feeling of "he is that." "I" even got out 
of the room, ultimately, and wandered about, going some distance to locations where things happened that I had seen earlier another day. 
I had many types of out -of-the-body experiences. One time, for example, I could "see" the back of my head, with my hands resting against it. 
When I moved my fingers, I saw them move, but between the fingers and the thumb I saw the blue sky. Of course that wasn't right; it was a 
hallucination. But the point is that as I moved my fingers, their movement was exactly consistent with the motion that I was imagining that I was 
seeing. The entire imagery would appear, and be consistent with what you feel and are doing, much like when you slowly wake up in the morning 
and are touching something (and you don't know what it is), and suddenly it becomes clear what it is. So the entire imagery would suddenly appear, 
except it's