Thanks to one of the weekly Gaia spams (February 18), I checked out Centerpointe and their Holosync Solution. Hacking my brain waves sounds like something I would do, and since their current price is negligible by Norwegian standards (probably not for the rest of the world, unfortunately) I bought an Awakening Prologue. (Of course, I first did some Google work.)

The scientific core of Holosync is pretty small, compared to the grandiose claims from Bill Harris.  But it is still interesting.  Having used this for less than a month, I've already had two nightmares, my first in this century.  So it does liven things up a bit. 

Those who are planning to buy Holosync for the "bliss" and the "pleasurable" experiences repeatedly mentioned on their website and other official material, may want to keep the original packaging in good condition. (There is a 1 year refund policy.)

Having about a month's experience with Holosync, the best comparison I can think of is watching paint dry in your living room while a toddler is in the kitchen banging randomly on pots and pans.  This applies to the Dive, the first 30-minute track of the program. Immersion, the second track, is blissful in so far as the toddler finally seems to have fallen asleep, leaving you to the drying paint and the rain outside.

I have consistently found Holosync to be less pleasant than simple counting meditation, not to mention religious encounter ("second face of Spirit") in Christianity. (Not that anyone should ever undertake religious practice for the pleasure!)

This does not make or break Holosync for me. I was not looking for a pleasure drug. The appeal of Holosync for me is its strong delta wave component, which I assumed would mean I could substitute an hour of sleep with an hour of syncing. This seems to work reasonably well, even though the delta waves don't reach my conscious mind. (If they did, I would probably fall asleep, as I did the first few days.) 

In any case, a month may seem like a long time to me, but in terms of mind-changing practices it is like chewing and swallowing one bite, than stand up from the meal, crying "I am still hungry!" and storm away from the table. There are words of wisdom I learned 20-30 years ago that I am only now beginning to understand. Watching paint dry is not so bad if patience is a virtue. But a pleasure it is not, at least to me.