I have watched a number of YouTube clips in which Roger Penrose theorises that consciousness perhaps arises from quantum mechanical effects in microtubules in neurons and synaptic processes. This presupposes an electromagnetic and matter {meat} based explanation for consciousness. It seeks acceptance from the narrow minded scientific quasi Newtonian-Maxwellian approach to reality.

It must be electrical or mechanical and thereby measurable with modern scientific instrumentation.!!

“Bung some electrodes on their head stick ‘em in an fMRI scanner. Watch those nuclei flip and understand consciousness….”

This is a bit of leap, more than a quantum leap. It is an exclusive hypothesis. Few consciousness researchers are themselves highly skilled in meditation. Their minds are filled with research proposals, career progress milestones and the grant dollar together with peer review kudos. They need to be peer-acceptable to have career longevity.

I’ll speculate that any finding which erred from the obligatory norm would not go down well, it would be a lead balloon close to the surface on a planet with high mass and low radius.

The dream previous can best be viewed as an echo, something which once might have happened but cannot ever now.

Because I am not institutionalised, pertaining to any august body whether academic or otherwise, I will not be participating in any “study”. I have no fame or kudos and as an eccentric loner I do not walk in any circles, apart from around my/our pond. There is no way that anyone could justify my employment on the basis of metrics or references. I am completely outside the system, the box, and likely to remain there. I may get one box when I die.

On the off chance that I even had anything to add the likelihood of events portrayed in that dream are now vanishingly small.

That is the way the web of life works. There are faint residuals of possibilities therein. They take a while to fully fade. Life trajectories bifurcate and possible paths, fates, fade. The active trajectory becomes more “real”. Faint echoes remain for a while.

Weird …