I grew up to study the
brain because I have a brother who has
been diagnosed with a brain disorder,
schizophrenia. And as a sister and as
a scientist, I wanted to understand, why
is it that I can take my dreams, I can
connect them to my reality, and I can
make my dreams come true -- what is it
about my brother's brain and his schizophrenia
that he cannot connect his dreams to a
common, shared reality, so they instead
become delusions?
So I dedicated my career
to research into the severe mental illnesses.
And I moved from my home state of Indiana
to Boston where I was working in the lab
of Dr. Francine Benes, in the Harvard
Department of Psychiatry. And in the lab,
we were asking the question, What are
the biological differences between the
brains of individuals who would be diagnosed
as normal control, as compared to the
brains of individuals diagnosed with schizophrenia,
schizoaffective, or bipolar disorder?
So we were essentially
mapping the microcircuitry of the brain,
which cells are communicating with which
cells, with which chemicals, and then
with what quantities of those chemicals.
So there was a lot of meaning in my life
because I was performing this kind of
research during the day. But then in the
evenings and on the weekends I traveled
as an advocate for NAMI, the National
Alliance on Mental Illness.
But on the morning of
December 10 1996 I woke up to discover
that I had a brain disorder of my own.
A blood vessel exploded in the left half
of my brain. And in the course of four
hours I watched my brain completely deteriorate
in its ability to process all information.
On the morning of the hemorrhage I could
not walk, talk, read, write or recall
any of my life. I essentially became an
infant in a woman's body.
If you've ever seen a
human brain, it's obvious that the two
hemispheres are completely separate from
one another. And I have brought for you
a real human brain. [Thanks.] So, this
is a real human brain. This is the front
of the brain, the back of the brain with
a spinal cord hanging down, and this is
how it would be positioned inside of my
head. And when you look at the brain,
it's obvious that the two cerebral cortices
are completely separate from one another.
For those of you who understand computers,
our right hemisphere functions like a
parallel processor. While our left hemisphere
functions like a serial processor. The
two hemispheres do communicate with one
another through the corpus collosum, which
is made up of some 300 million axonal
fibers. But other than that, the two hemispheres
are completely separate. Because they
process information differently, each
hemisphere thinks about different things,
they care about different things, and
dare I say, they have very different personalities.
[Excuse me. Thank you. It's been a joy.]
Our right hemisphere
is all about this present moment. It's
all about right here right now. Our right
hemisphere, it thinks in pictures and
it learns kinesthetically through the
movement of our bodies. Information in
the form of energy streams in simultaneously
through all of our sensory systems. And
then it explodes into this enormous collage
of what this present moment looks like.
What this present moment smells like and
tastes like, what it feels like and what
it sounds like. I am an energy being connected
to the energy all around me through the
consciousness of my right hemisphere.
We are energy beings connected to one
another through the consciousness of our
right hemispheres as one human family.
And right here, right now, all we are
brothers and sisters on this planet, here
to make the world a better place. And
in this moment we are perfect. We are
whole. And we are beautiful.
My left hemisphere is
a very different place. Our left hemisphere
thinks linearly and methodically. Our
left hemisphere is all about the past,
and it's all about the future. Our left
hemisphere is designed to take that enormous
collage of the present moment. And start
picking details and more details and more
details about those details. It then categorizes
and organizes all that information. Associates
it with everything in the past we've ever
learned and projects into the future all
of our possibilities. And our left hemisphere
thinks in language. It's that ongoing
brain chatter that connects me and my
internal world to my external world. It's
that little voice that says to me, "Hey,
you gotta remember to pick up bananas
on your way home, and eat 'em in the morning."
It's that calculating intelligence that
reminds me when I have to do my laundry.
But perhaps most important, it's that
little voice that says to me, "I
am. I am." And as soon as my left
hemisphere says to me "I am,"
I become separate. I become a single solid
individual separate from the energy flow
around me and separate from you.
And this was the portion
of my brain that I lost on the morning
of my stroke.
On the morning of the
stroke, I woke up to a pounding pain behind
my left eye. And it was the kind of pain,
caustic pain, that you get when you bite
into ice cream. And it just gripped me
and then it released me. Then it just
gripped me and then released me. And it
was very unusual for me to experience
any kind of pain, so I thought OK, I'll
just start my normal routine. So I got
up and I jumped onto my cardio glider,
which is a full-body exercise machine.
And I'm jamming away on this thing, and
I'm realizing that my hands looked like
primitive claws grasping onto the bar.
I thought "that's very peculiar"
and I looked down at my body and I thought,
"whoa, I'm a weird-looking thing."
And it was as though my consciousness
had shifted away from my normal perception
of reality, where I'm the person on the
machine having the experience, to some
esoteric space where I'm witnessing myself
having this experience.
And it was all every
peculiar and my headache was just getting
worse, so I get off the machine, and I'm
walking across my living room floor, and
I realize that everything inside of my
body has slowed way down. And every step
is very rigid and very deliberate. There's
no fluidity to my pace, and there's this
constriction in my area of perceptions
so I'm just focused on internal systems.
And I'm standing in my bathroom getting
ready to step into the shower and I could
actually hear the dialog inside of my
body. I heard a little voice saying, "OK,
you muscles, you gotta contract, you muscles
you relax."
And I lost my balance
and I'm propped up against the wall. And
I look down at my arm and I realize that
I can no longer define the boundaries
of my body. I can't define where I begin
and where I end. Because the atoms and
the molecules of my arm blended with the
atoms and molecules of the wall. And all
I could detect was this energy. Energy.
And I'm asking myself, "What is wrong
with me, what is going on?" And in
that moment, my brain chatter, my left
hemisphere brain chatter went totally
silent. Just like someone took a remote
control and pushed the mute button and
-- total silence.
And at first I was shocked
to find myself inside of a silent mind.
But then I was immediately captivated
by the magnificence of energy around me.
And because I could no longer identify
the boundaries of my body, I felt enormous
and expansive. I felt at one with all
the energy that was, and it was beautiful
there.
Then all of a sudden
my left hemisphere comes back online and
it says to me, "Hey! we got a problem,
we got a problem, we gotta get some help."
So it's like, OK, OK, I got a problem,
but then I immediately drifted right back
out into the consciousness, and I affectionately
referred to this space as La La Land.
But it was beautiful there. Imagine what
it would be like to be totally disconnected
from your brain chatter that connects
you to the external world. So here I am
in this space and any stress related to
my, to my job, it was gone. And I felt
lighter in my body. And imagine all of
the relationships in the external world
and the many stressors related to any
of those, they were gone. I felt a sense
of peacefulness. And imagine what it would
feel like to lose 37 years of emotional
baggage! I felt euphoria. Euphoria was
beautiful -- and then my left hemisphere
comes online and it says "Hey! you've
got to pay attention, we've got to get
help," and I'm thinking, "I
got to get help, I gotta focus."
So I get out of the shower and I mechanically
dress and I'm walking around my apartment,
and I'm thinking, "I gotta get to
work, I gotta get to work, can I drive?
can I drive?"
And in that moment my
right arm went totally paralyzed by my
side. And I realized, "Oh my gosh!
I'm having a stroke! I'm having a stroke!"
And the next thing my brain says to me
is, "Wow! This is so cool. This is
so cool. How many brain scientists have
the opportunity to study their own brain
from the inside out?"
And then it crosses my
mind: "But I'm a very busy woman.
I don't have time for a stroke!"
So I'm like, "OK, I can't stop the
stroke from happening so I'll do this
for a week or two, and then I'll get back
to my routine, OK."
So I gotta call help,
I gotta call work. I couldn't remember
the number at work, so I remembered, in
my office I had a business card with my
number on it. So I go in my business room,
I pull out a 3-inch stack of business
cards. And I'm looking at the card on
top, and even though I could see clearly
in my mind's eye what my business card
looked like, I couldn't tell if this was
my card or not, because all I could see
were pixels. And the pixels of the words
blended with the pixels of the background
and the pixels of the symbols, and I just
couldn't tell. And I would wait for what
I call a wave of clarity. And in that
moment, I would be able to reattach to
normal reality and I could tell, that's
not the card, that's not the card, that's
not the card. It took me 45 minutes to
get one inch down inside of that stack
of cards.
In the meantime, for
45 minutes the hemorrhage is getting bigger
in my left hemisphere. I do not understand
numbers, I do not understand the telephone,
but it's the only plan I have. So I take
the phone pad and I put it right here,
I'd take the business card, I'd put it
right here, and I'm matching the shape
of the squiggles on the card to the shape
of the squiggles on the phone pad. But
then I would drift back out into La La
Land, and not remember when I come back
if I'd already dialed those numbers.
So I had to wield my
paralyzed arm like a stump, and cover
the numbers as I went along and pushed
them, so that as I would come back to
normal reality I'd be able to tell, yes,
I've already dialed that number. Eventually
the whole number gets dialed, and I'm
listening to the phone, and my colleague
picks up the phone and he says to me,
"Whoo woo wooo woo woo." [laughter]
And I think to myself, "Oh my gosh,
he sounds like a golden retriever!"
And so I say to him, clear in my mind
I say to him. "This is Jill! I need
help!" And what comes out of my voice
is, "Whoo woo wooo woo woo."
I'm thinking, "Oh my gosh, I sound
like a golden retriever." So I couldn't
know, I didn't know that I couldn't speak
or understand language until I tried.
So he recognizes that
I need help, and he gets me help. And
a little while later, I am riding in an
ambulance from one hospital across Boston
to Mass General Hospital. And I curl up
into a little fetal ball. And just like
a balloon with the last bit of air just,
just right out of the balloon I felt my
energy lift and I felt my spirit surrender.
And in that moment I knew that I was no
longer the choreographer of my life. And
either the doctors rescue my body and
give me a second chance at life or this
was perhaps my moment of transition.
When I awoke later that
afternoon I was shocked to discover that
I was still alive. When I felt my spirit
surrender, I said goodbye to my life,
and my mind is now suspended between two
very opposite planes of reality. Stimulation
coming in through my sensory systems felt
like pure pain. Light burned my brain
like wildfire and sounds were so loud
and chaotic that I could not pick a voice
out from the background noise and I just
wanted to escape. Because I could not
identify the position of my body in space,
I felt enormous and expensive, like a
genie just liberated from her bottle.
And my spirit soared free like a great
whale gliding through the sea of silent
euphoria. Harmonic. I remember thinking
there's no way I would ever be able to
squeeze the enormousness of myself back
inside this tiny little body.
But I realized "But
I'm still alive! I'm still alive and I
have found Nirvana. And if I have found
Nirvana and I'm still alive, then everyone
who is alive can find Nirvana." I
picture a world filled with beautiful,
peaceful, compassionate, loving people
who knew that they could come to this
space at any time. And that they could
purposely choose to step to the right
of their left hemispheres and find this
peace. And then I realized what a tremendous
gift this experience could be, what a
stroke of insight this could be to how
we live our lives. And it motivated my
to recover.
Two and a half weeks
after the hemorrhage, the surgeons went
in and they removed a blood clot the size
of a golf ball that was pushing on my
language centers. Here I am with my mama,
who's a true angel in my life. It took
me eight years to completely recover.
So who are we? We are
the life force power of the universe,
with manual dexterity and two cognitive
minds. And we have the power to choose,
moment by moment, who and how we want
to be in the world. Right here right now,
I can step into the consciousness of my
right hemisphere where we are -- I am
-- the life force power of the universe,
and the life force power of the 50 trillion
beautiful molecular geniuses that make
up my form. At one with all that is. Or
I can choose to step into the consciousness
of my left hemisphere. where I become
a single individual, a solid, separate
from the flow, separate from you. I am
Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor, intellectual, neuroanatomist.
These are the "we" inside of
me.
Which would you choose?
Which do you choose? And when? I believe
that the more time we spend choosing to
run the deep inner peace circuitry of
our right hemispheres, the more peace
we will project into the world and the
more peaceful our planet will be. And
I thought that was an idea worth spreading.