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page 150..." involves the individual's withdrawal from the active mode of normal consciousness in order to enter the complementary mode of receptivity."

One can read Hughes and see how the creative prepares to embark on their next project. I find it interesting that creatives don't necessarily find a science or discipline to what they are doing, but instead rely on rituals to get them there. The way their rituals are described does not seem as if they put a lot of thought into them, but instead need to find a place of comfort before creating.

Different levels of altered states were described, which gave me some insight into how extreme (or not extreme) these altered states can be. Vibrations, dance and music were all mentioned as ways of being in altered states while conscious. I've heard a lot dancers and musicians say that when they are performing, after they've finished, they cannot recall what they were thinking while in the process. Many say that they think about absolutely nothing, or that the one thing they are not thinking about is playing their instrument or their next dance move.

Pearce uses examples of children to describe this point. Again, he brings up the idea of autistic thought. By using means such as yoga, meditation, dance, and vibrations, we can put ourselves into an autistic mind set. In fact, I was just talking to a woman who provides support to children with autism while at school and while the children are at home. She described an autistic child as being like smoke. The child has no idea where his/her body is in relation to space. I definitely think that this type of feeling may be the ideal feeling many want to achieve while entering an altered state of consciousness.

I often write (not for school) Thursdays - Sundays, and I always think, "Alright, it's Thursday. I can relax and not concentrate on my school work. I end staying up just as late writing. What's funny is I have the time glowing on the screen right in front me, and I don't even look at it. I absolutely crave the feeling of being immersed in such a thing. I'll write a page, get up, smoke, sit back down, write a page, pace around the house, smoke, sit back down. It drives the people around me absolutely nuts, but it's so exhilarating. I've had arguments with family or whomever I'm living with at the time about how it creeps them out. I think they get bothered at how I don't respond to things when asked. I end the arguments with a clever and creative "Deal With It."