For christmas Stacys parents gave us the wonderful gift of a few hours at a house turned spa called Zen Blend in South Austin. Stacy got an hour and a half of massage, and I got the same amount of time in their isolation tank.
First, I’ll assume that you have no clue what I am talking about when I say isolation tank, and give you a little bit of background.
Back in 1954 a physician and psychoanalyst named John C. Lilly started doing research on sensory deprivation. Sensory deprivation in this case means taking away all stimulus of sight, sound, gravity, and touch. After a few not so appealing or entirely functional attempts he came up with what we currently know as the isolation tank. An isolation tank is basically a space ship looking, enclosed tank, that holds 200 gallons of water that has been heated to the exact temperature of skin, and a half ton of dissolved epson salt. With that amount of salt even the skinniest of people will float effortlessly without having to use a single muscle. As you are surely wondering what these things look like.


Ok, now that you have an idea of what I’m talking about I’ll tell you a bit about my first experience.
First, I was told the pre-float process which entails taking a quick shower, putting in ear plugs, and putting a bit of solve onto any open cuts or recent scrapes. I also picked out some soothing Native American Flute music to start and indicate the end of my float session. After doing all of that it was into the tank I went, which at first touch felt like bathwater at the perfect temperature. I sit down and pull the door closed. Instantly its as if I’ve closed my eyes, but I’m positive I haven’t. As soon as my body is horizontal and my ears go below the surface of the water the pounding of my pulse and the sound of my breathe is almost overwhelming. I immediately feel like I’m on one of those gyroscopic pinwheel things that they have at Nasa, to test astronauts puke threshold (I assume). Then comes a bout of uncontrollable laughter….deep belly laughter, from an unknown place of confused joy. Next, I had to overcome the issue of bouncing off the walls….literally. While the tank is obviously quite large I am still a little over six feet tall with a decent wing span so before too long the tips of my fingers and toes are bumping the walls. After steadying myself and allowing the small waves created from my breath to keep me centered in the tank it was time to attempt to focus and relax. Initially, my brain is going at a mile a minute which seems a bit like a crazy movie. On this odd looping track, switching from a piece of a song that is apparently stuck in my head, to how long I think I’ve been in this thing, to wondering if I am completely relaxed, back to the song stuck in my head, to how incredibly loud my pulse is, to wondering if my eyes are open or closed, all in a matter of seconds….or maybe minutes. It didn’t seem like it took too long though to really feel like my thought process was slowing down and what I’m guessing to be pure relaxation starting to trickle in. In fact, I don’t think I did, but I very well might have gone to sleep for a short amount of time in there. One thing I do know for sure is that I had a good, long, meaningful conversation with myself, a conversation that I can say I have not had in that depth before. Then, just as I was starting to feel like I was ready for my physical body to be vertical again, the soothing Native American flutes came back on and my first float was over.
So that was my experience in the isolation tank. Zen Blend is apparently the only place in Austin where you can go try out this very unique and interesting experience. If you think you might be interested and you aren’t a truly claustrophobic person I really suggest you give floating a try.
-Travis