{"product_id":"the-spiritual-doorway-in-the-brain-isbn-9780452297586","title":"The Spiritual Doorway in the Brain","description":"\u003cb\u003e \"Bold, provocative, and highly readable.\" \u003cbr\u003e-V. S. Ramachandran, M.D., author of \u003ci\u003ePhantoms in the Brain\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat are near-death experiences, out-of-body sensations, and  spiritual ecstasy? And what do they have in common? Perhaps no one is  more qualified to answer these questions than renowned neurobiologist  Dr. Kevin Nelson. Drawing on his more than three decades of  groundbreaking research into the \"borderlands of consciousness,\" Dr.  Nelson offers an unprecedented journey into the site of spiritual  experience: the brain. Filled with amazing firsthand accounts as varied  as a patient seeing the devil battling with his guardian angel to a man  watching the universe synchronize around a pinball machine, \u003ci\u003eThe  Spiritual Doorway in the Brain\u003c\/i\u003e is an eloquent examination of our  brains' spiritual \"hardwiring\" that will enthrall believers and  skeptics alike.\u003c\/p\u003e\"Nelson (Neurology\/Univ. of Kentucky) has spent decades exploring what underlies spiritual experiences, so there is more to this book than physiological probing. In particular, the author is sensitive to the intensity of a transcendent moment, how it 'deeply moves us or transports us and connects us in one way or another with something larger than ourselves.' As a neurologist, however, he seeks an explanation based on well-established brain mechanisms. Nelson is humble and balanced, wary of our perception of consciousness and infectiously fascinated by how the brain shapes it.\" \u003cbr\u003e -\u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"This book is a bold, provocative and highly readable account of the author's journey into the world of religious experience and its possible biological basis.\" \u003cbr\u003e -V.S. Ramachandran, author of \u003ci\u003ePhantoms in the Brain\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eA Brief History of Human Consciousness\u003c\/i\u003eKevin Nelson is the author of fifteen books, including \u003cb\u003eThe Golden Game\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eThe Greatest Stories Ever Told (About Baseball)\u003c\/b\u003e, and \u003cb\u003eBaseball's Greatest Quotes\u003c\/b\u003e. He has also written articles for a variety of local and national publications such as \u003cb\u003eMen's Fitness\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eSki\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eSport\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eWomen's Sports and Fitness\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eSan Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/b\u003e, and the \u003cb\u003eSan Jose Mercury News\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cb\u003ePrologue \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eAt the foot of the bed \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour . . .” —I Peter 5:8 \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis book began nearly thirty years ago, when I was training as a neurologist at the University of New Mexico Hospital in Albuquerque. Neurology interns do a year of internal medicine, and I had a Hispanic patient named Joe Hernandez, who was under my care for his diabetes and heart disease. Joe was a weathered man, a laborer who’d spent much of his life outside in the Southwest desert. We quickly formed a bond, although our backgrounds were completely different. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI had been raised in a modest but comfortable home in the small town of Grand Haven, a conservative Dutch Protestant community on the shore of Lake Michigan, nearly two hundred miles north of Chicago. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEven as an adolescent, I was fascinated by the study of the brain and knew that I wanted to be a neurologist—not a family doc, cardiologist, or any other medical specialty. At Michigan State, I gravitated toward the emerging field of behavioral neurology, which studies how the brain coordinates the amalgam of thoughts, feelings, perceptions, and memories we call the self. It investigated what happens when you stimulate or disable specific parts of the brain: why, for example, a stroke victim who suffered a lesion on the right side of his brain completely ignored the left side of his body; or why, as Oliver Sacks famously noted, a man could mistake his wife for a hat. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat was the kind of work I wanted to do. My undergraduate thesis involved chemically stimulating a tiny region of a female rat’s brain and then recording whether she would let a male rat mount her. Like the behavioral neurologists, I wanted to understand how specific behaviors stem from precise locations in the brain. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThrough localizing brain function, the behavioral neurologists had shown that who we think we are is a complicated and rather fragile synthetic process orchestrated by our brains. When something interferes with that process, our reality and sense of self quickly and dramatically fragment. While most of us view our “self” as concrete and coherent, akin to, say, Leonardo da Vinci’s portrait of the Mona Lisa, to a neurologist the self is more like Picasso’s cubist portrait of Dora Maar, his lover and muse: a fragmented amalgam of fractured planes. Or, if you prefer Impressionism, our view of the self is a little like a water lily by Monet: at a glance it looks coherent, but up close you realize its harmonious appearance is an illusion, that the object you saw at a distance is actually a bundle of discrete and unconnected parts. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was this fragmentary nature of the self that I wanted to study, which is how I found myself as a neurology intern at the University of New Mexico Hospital, caring for Joe. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNot long after entering my care, Joe had a massive heart attack and spent more than a week in the ICU. Frankly, I didn’t think he was going to make it, and I was much relieved when he pulled through. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI attributed his recovery to his tenacious spirit and sound medical care. But Joe had a very different explanation for why he was still alive, as I learned soon after his discharge when he came to see me for a follow-up examination. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Doc, I have a gift for you!” he exclaimed right off and handed over a photo of an incredibly realistic oil painting, a self-portrait. Joe was in the ICU. Bright lights blazed. A battery of medical instruments stood to one side of his bed. Intravenous bottles hung above him; tubes fed into both his arms. Although it was clear that he hovered between life and death, Joe had depicted himself as awake and alert. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAt the foot of his bed stood Satan, a devil with horns in a red robe. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“He had come to claim my soul,” Joe explained. “But look, here is my guardian angel.” An angel with a halo and wings outstretched stood between Satan and Joe. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“The devil, he was stronger,” said Joe. “He was about to take my soul. And then my savior Jesus appeared and the devil vanished. I was greatly relieved, for then I knew my health and soul were safe, and I would be allowed to remain on earth a little while longer. Jesus came to save me. Doctor, it is a miracle!” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Perhaps it was a dream,” I suggested as gently as I could. I judged Joe’s near-death experience to be a quaint blend of cultural myth and illusion. My training in neurology told me that he had been hallucinating. Joe, however, was adamant: his experience had been absolutely real. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI often thought about Joe’s painting in the following months. What struck me was the vividness and intensity of the experience it portrayed—characteristics that sharply distinguished it from common illusions or dreams. Even at the beginning of my career, I knew that patients, in retrospect, typically recognize hallucinations for what they are: hallucinations. But Joe was firmly convinced that a battle for his soul had really occurred in the ICU. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI knew that the brain that fuses Monet’s strokes of color to perceive a water lily was also responsible for the hyperrealistic image Joe saw when he was close to death. As a fledgling neurologist, it was natural for me to take the same tack as Picasso and deconstruct the brain processes battling for Joe’s soul. What was the locus of brain activity responsible for what had clearly been for Joe a deeply important religious experience? \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn the late 1970s, neurology had little or nothing to say on these points. Why was that? I wondered. I filed away these questions and practiced conventional neurology, focusing on diseases of muscles and nerves. But I came to realize over the years that the power of Joe’s experience had made an indelible impression on me, and the questions it raised about the nature of brain activity near death persisted. I kept my ears tuned for other experiences like Joe’s, and, to my amazement, I found these or similar experiences were common among neuroscientists and respected physicians in other fields, who were often left shaken by them, guarding them closely and divulging them somewhat reluctantly, as if they were kooky anomalies, shameful secrets that ran afoul of science. I began to collect these stories into what I thought in a vague way might one day become a book. And I continued to puzzle over why, aside from an occasional sporadic report, neuroscience dismissed near-death and what I had come to see as other related experiences: out-of-body events (which occur in one in twenty people), visions of dead relatives or spiritual teachers, and a pervasive sense of bliss that often has to do with feeling union with God or the universe: a feeling that has been called “oneness.” \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe way spirituality manifested itself in the brain was largely ignored—even derided—by my peers. There were reasons for this, of course, but the roots of neurology’s derisive attitude toward the spiritual came about relatively recently, when neurology and psychiatry split into separate disciplines in the early twentieth century (people often forget that Freud began his medical training as a neurologist). 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