“Through them – through the quanta of dipole waves – the human brain was interacting with some unknown field!…” – THE PLACE OF QUARANTINE
Once again, the components of the most complicated puzzle had been put in place, set into their grooves and perfectly attached to each other. So many things were clarified at once, in a single stroke! The essence of my model, its quantum nature, had manifested itself in all its might.
The step into the microcosm not only explained the stability of memory, the sharpness and flexibility of thought. This step opened a door in the solid wall put in place by classical physics. This new interaction… It occurs only when the water dipoles are ordered fractally. This, in turn, becomes possible when the initial conditions – neural impulses – are specifically nontrivial: and here is, we repeat, the “excessive” complexity of the brain tissue. The synchronization of the neurons that we observe in encephalograms is only the beginning of the process. The brain focuses on a certain thought, and if the concentration is strong enough, a fractal order appears in the matrix of water dipoles, reflecting this thought. Where an order arises from the symmetry breaking, there are quasiparticles, quasi-Goldstone bosons – and they, as we see, perturb a certain external field. The brain exchanges energy with this field and this means… This means it is exchanging information!
I swayed in my chair in a euphoria of insight. Color spots flashed before my eyes in which all the answers were encrypted. Exchange, feedback, consciousness, true consciousness… I strained with all my might, trying to retain the words and meanings, to link them together, to take a step beyond them. It was an enormous effort, and I seemed to be close, right next to something vitally important – but suddenly my thoughts became confused, exploding like fireworks. My head spun, and I passed out – right behind my desk. Then I woke up, covered all over in a sticky sweat, and realized I could not get up. My temples were burning with fire; I had a fever. Helplessly, I’d fallen face first onto the table and stayed there half sitting, half lying until lunch. One of my colleagues found me and called an ambulance.
The doctors said I was suffering from flu plus fatigue and nervous exhaustion. I stayed in the hospital for almost a week. On the second day, one of my bosses visited me and gently but insistently recommended that I take a vacation. He was right – I had not had a break for nearly two and a half years…” – THE PLACE OF QUARANTINE
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He didn’t expect to wake up dead. Now he wants to prove the afterlife exists. Is there any hope that our memory and consciousness remain intact after death?
Read The Place of Quarantine today to open your mind to destiny!