What this all did was make me try to close the gap as far as I could between consciousness and unconsciousness. Picture if we accept two things; that consciousness makes us have the feeling of free-will, and that consciousness is merely observation of our bodies actions. So consciousness is the illusion of control. So is it then possible to be in a state where we are completely conscious, but aware that we have no free-will?
There is one that I have experienced and that is the playing of completely improvisational music. I am not speaking of music which is an improvisation on a song. It is rather an improvisation that just starts and finishes, leaps and drags as it wants for as long as it wants. There comes a time in which the delay from thought to action becomes unnoticeable, and I become aware that the word free jazz is actually wrong, as it is the moment when I know that consciousness is not controlling the music. I am not free. It is just as much my music, as “God Bless America” was Irving Berlin’s, but it didn’t come from deliberation, and I would say it didn’t come from choice. The distance between conscious and unconsciousness had been narrowed to the point where it was fully immersed in the whole self, without the need for decision. (to hear some of this type of playing go here. I am uncomposed and unrehearsed with Frederico Ughi, Daniel Carter, Demian Richardson and David Moss)
While this is my experience, my guess is that others have used other means to allow consciousness to be a pure observer without the need for deliberate action. LSD, or too much Ambien (I have tried this one) for example can do this. This is also why booze frees, or in reality takes away the feeling of choice. Some writers produce inspiring work drunk and others don't. You can feel it in the style. Kerouac wrote without conscious meditation, and was drunk the entire time. Like with jazz which was considered free, I would guess that Jack was not expressing freely what he willed himself to feel, but rather the opposite. He was allowing himself to write free from the illusion of freedom. This is the strange paradox that binds us in a life where rational decision making is required, but for experiential and ultimately scientific reasons we realize that freedom is illusory. While that sounds like bondage, I would look to these arts, and see if when we are really in touch with the moment and have narrowed the conscious band to a sliver of recognition, we are not for those rare moments seeing ourselves as we are. We are blindly, euphorically and honestly determined.