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Dean Radin, PhD is an accomplished bluegrass banjo and fiddle player.

Dr. Radin is also Senior Scientist at the Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS) and Adjunct Faculty in the Department of Psychology at Sonoma State University (Rohnert Park, CA). Dr. Radin began his academic career after earning a degree in electrical engineering, magna cum laude with senior honors in physics, from the University of Massachusetts (Amherst), a masters degree in electrical engineering and a PhD in psychology from the University of Illinois, Champaign-Urbana.

For a decade Dr. Radin worked on advanced telecommunications R&D at AT&T Bell Laboratories and GTE Laboratories. For over two decades Dr. Radin has been engaged in consciousness research. Before joining the research staff at IONS, Dr. Radin held appointments at Princeton University, University of Edinburgh, University of Nevada, and three Silicon Valley think-tanks, including SRI International, where he worked on a classified program investigating psychic phenomena for the US government.

Dr. Radin has presented over a hundred invited lectures in venues including Cambridge, Harvard, Stanford and Princeton Universities, Google headquarters, DARPA, and the US Navy.

I excerpted the following discussion from :

David Jay Brown and Rebecca McCLen Novick interview Dean Radin:

David: What do you think are some of the most important implications of parapsychological research?

Dean: I kind of get stuck on implications, because from a scientific point of view, in a sense, it’s extremely mundane. The history of science shows that for a long time scientists have a good sense of what they think the world is like, and then somebody comes up with a nutty idea and revolutionizes everything. There’s great chaos, and then it settles back down. It goes through these cycles over and over again, and the speed with which those cycles are changing are getting shorter and shorter. What used to take centuries, became decades, and now takes like six months.

The direction that science in general seems to be moving is perfectly compatible with the idea that there is some kind deep interconnection between things. There’s a quickly growing interest in religion and science, and the two are probably not incompatible, but, perhaps, are two sides of the same coin. I mean, they’re different obviously, but they may not need to be as different as people have thought. So where does it fit in?

One time I gave a talk where I was suggesting the topic of psychic phenomena as the middle ground between science and religion. This was because it addresses a lot of the phenomena that give religion it’s power– namely things that look supernatural, therefore can’t be us, and must be from some higher place or something. Yet all our research suggests that the cause of all this is people. It’s not disembodied entities doing it; it’s us doing it.

If you follow the logic out– especially with Eastern ideas, and even some Western notions about how reality is created– and if it truly is the result of an interaction between observation and some formless stuff out there, then parapsychological phenomena is just the tip of the iceberg. The evidence almost suggests that a solipsistic view of the world might be right, that we are engaged in continuous creation by virtue of our observation.

Jessica: What’s your sense of how music might influence the development of these kinds of abilities?

Dean: Well, the line of research came out of the observation that creative people generally have a much higher belief in psychic phenomena; correlations are very high, like .6, .7, or .8. Given the observation, empirical tests were done with different kinds of creative people to see who would be better in a telepathy test. It turns out that musicians are best, especially early-trained musicians. We know from other research that their corpus callosum is different from most other people’s.

If you’re an early-trained, string musician in particular, where one hand is doing something complicated, and the other hand is doing something even more complicated, the hemispheres need to talk to each other at a much higher frequency or facility, than in a person who is not trained to do complicated things with both hands, listen to the music, analyze it, do pitch intonation, and lots of other things. The brain is very fully engaged.

Jessica: So it’s a capacity for simultaneity?

Dean: Or a hemispheral integration of a higher order than is usual.

David: You know there’s culturally-created differences too in how brains respond to music. PET scans were done with American and Japanese musicians, and they found that Japanese musicians used their left hemisphere when they were performing more than American musicians, who used their right hemispheres more.

Dean: No, I didn’t know that. I do know that the musicians who are trained to read music are different than musicians who are learned by ear.

David: Their training is such that their brains actually get wired or programmed differently?

Dean: That’s right.

David: There’s more left hemisphere activity in people who were trained to read music?

Dean: That’s right, because it becomes another language. I was trained as a classical violinist, and played for many years. More recently I’ve switched into the banjo, because it’s just more fun. When I play the violin, or the banjo, I can not speak. I become aphasic. What it feels like internally is that whatever brain mechanism is used for language articulation is exactly the same mechanism for articulating music.
So it’s not surprising to me that some brain areas begin to specialize in these ways. There’s something perhaps we don’t know, but maybe for somebody to be perceived as good psychic in a lab test, where we’re asking them to articulate, they have to have this strange combination of perhaps right-brain intuitive who-knows-what, and a very fast connection to the other side so they can articulate it.


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I’m heading down the Big ‘Scioty’ River into Kentucky next Friday evening; I’m going to take I-71 into Columbus, then head follow the Scioto right down Ohio SR 23 into Portsmouth where it empties into the beautiful Ohio River. From there I’ll continue over the impossibly ethereal U.S. Grant suspension bridge and on down to Carter Caves State Resort Park just outside Olive Hill.

This is the SR 23 of Readin’, Writin’ and Route 23 fame. To his great and lasting credit Dwight Yokum got that lyric absolutely right. I can still remember hearing my father and my grandfather talk about “the three ‘R’s” around our kitchen table in Columbus’ west-side. I have family in Cynthiana and in southern Ohio and I learned early on that Columbus and points north were ‘up and out’ for my father’s family.

I enjoy the drive down along the Big Scioty. It’s equal part two-lane and four-lane and you have to watch your speed through Lockbourne, Circleville, Chillicothe and most of the other little towns down through there. There is a State Highway Patrol station just outside Circleville and between the local constabulary and the state police I don’t think a driver would have too much trouble finding an officer anywhere between I-70 and the Ohio River.

I think that this is some of the most beautiful country on this earth; I love watching the Scioto River Valley slowly turn into the foothills of the Appalachians. You can see Mount Logan from the Great Seal of the State of Ohio from the highway near Chillicothe.

If I have the time I like to stop at Mound City or make a short side-trip to the Great Serpent Mound a few miles over in Adams County. Both those sites are eerie, mysterious and other-worldly.

I was lucky to be at Mound City early one morning with the yellow late summer sun still low in the sky and a mist rising from the Scioto river and gently rolling over the park. There was no question in my mind that I was standing ‘between worlds’ at a sacred spot.

A friend of mine; a bio-dynamic organic farmer and a dowser with severe new-age tendencies knew that I would stop at the Serpent Mound now and again and asked me to bury a small crystal in the mound so that he might better ‘align’ himself with the monument. I did and now there is a thumb-sized amethyst point tucked into the serpent’s head.

The serpent has an astrological alignment to it; the serpent’s head points to the summer solstice sunset. My friend insists that the serpent and the Chillicothe mounds are (among other things) powerful markers along a series of energy transporting ley lines that served and instructed prehistoric peoples throughout the world.

On the east side of SR 23 just above Lucasville there is an old fashioned parking lot flea market that I try to stop into on Sunday mornings. I have found Indian artifacts (arrowheads, flint knives, broken points), old coins, vintage Coleman camping equipment, cast iron cookware, handguns, shotguns and rifles there all in great supply.

That flea market is very much ‘catch-as-catch-can’; you can’t say who will show up or what they will bring with them to sell. But things are rough all over Ohio these days. Lately it seems the vendor’s area is row after row of depressed and depressing elderly people selling tables full of Avon bottles and piles of dirty, broken Fisher-Price toys.

After a short stop in Lucasville (to say hello to friends and family) it’s on to Crawlathon at Carter Caves State Resort Park in Olive Hill. I can’t think of a better way to spend a weekend than crawling around in the cold, wet and dark with a bunch of wild cavers. The Crawlathon is as much about ‘social caving’ as anything else and it is always good to see Coy Ainsley, Rollie Hatfield and all the other ESSO Grotto members, Carter Caves support staff and volunteers who make this such a wonderful three-day weekend.

Carter Caves State Resort Park is also home to the J.P Fraley’s Mountain Music Gatherin’ every September. That just gives me another excuse to head south.

muddy old cavers - that's me in the middle

muddy old cavers - that's me in the middle

For the last few months I’ve been working on a fiddle to trade for some caving gear with George, a caver/oldtime musician buddy of mine. That fiddle is strung up and ready to go.

The fiddle turned out lots better than I expected. It’s a French factory fiddle with a real robust belly and back on it; sort of like a Stainer/Steiner copy on ‘roids. It has enough age on it to give it a little character. The fiddle has a label marked ‘Made in France – Medio Fino’ glued to the inside back just beneath the bass side F hole. The label is further marked on the right side by a lyre with rays emanating from it and the initials ‘J.T.L.’ The fiddle’s materials and craftsmanship are first rate and it has a nice voice in it.

The maker finished it off in a great looking dark red/maroon/brown varnish. It looks nice, it plays nice and it sounds nice. I know George will be very pleased with it when I meet up with him down in Kentucky.

It needed a bridge, some fine tuners, new strings and a set-up. It still needs about a two-to-three inch rattlesnake rattle dropped down into the F holes. The oldtimers used the rattles to keep mice out of the fiddle or to set up a sympathetic vibration ‘to improve the tone’ from the instrument. I can usually find those on Ebay but I haven’t been able to to find the right rattle at the right money. George will have to take care of that himself along with picking up a tuner and a humidifier.

I’ve been playing it all week and I will hate to see it go.

I have to admit I was feeling a little sorry for myself what with losing Frenchy and all. I was feeling a little sorry for myself right up until the moment I found this outrageously good banjo rendition of Big Scioty

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