If it falls down at that point, then it goes without saying that it stands prior to that point.
Fantasy stands on its own as a pleasurable exercise of human nature. It's one of humanity's saving graces.
It's only when one tries to make the fantasy real that difficulties arise: prior to the Wright brothers' canny developments of machinery which they rode off from the surface of the planet into the air, many people tried to fly through wishfully thinking they were doing mechanics and being "experimentalists" cobbling together lumps and cogs and they rode those fantasies off the edges of docks and wharfs and plunged into the water below.
Fantasy is a thing for its own sake acceptable. Claiming that evidence exists for a dream's substantial existence apart from the dreamer is a disingenuous perversion of the understood rigorous nature of "evidence".
My personal testimony that psi is real is evidence. Of course, it's only anecdotal evidence, but it is still evidence. So what you're really saying is, there isn't enough evidence to satisfy you. Your bar is set higher than anecdotal evidence, but that doesn't mean that anecdotal evidence isn't evidence per se.
Hallucinations are not evidence of anything but that the human brain is a complex dynamic organ and engine of marvels which can and does create the evident substantiality of your perceptions. You do not experience the world directly. You only get the edited version that your brain cobbles together from all the input coming via various transformations (like your senses are sort of microphones: I'm no sound engineer, but I believe mics are translating the sound waves impacting their diaphragms into electrical voltages and directing those transformations down the chain to the next transformation-junction).
Your brain literally creates what you "perceive" or experience as reality, whether it be the ground you observe (and feel!) beneath your feet, or the sense that you are in love, or are being watched… or are in touch with an "energy" or spiritual stuff that's flowing through your "insubstantial body"… or other such mystical mumbo jumbo "philosophy" religious "experiences".
Of course I don't expect you to take my word for it. Ideally, you would take the advice of Sam Harris and 'build your own telescope'. That is to say, elicit your own psi and see it for yourself.
Here's news for you, Mr. Limbo: I have had plenty of experiences that you would claim to be evidence of psi. I've dealt with it deeply and extensively over many years. My conclusion is that it's all been my brain's creative, artistic, psychotic, organically messy and dynamic surging and sizzling.
My father is a mystically minded fellow, intelligent but not that well educated in scientific subjects, despite training to be a design draughtsman after leaving the Navy, and proving to be a first rate mechanical draughtsman. There was no mention of religion in my family when I was a child, so I grew up ignorant of such things. There was no supernatural or mystic conceptual baggage at all. (I did have some odd perceptual experiences when young: there was a girl I liked, and once she was suddenly really small and I was looking down at her, and another occasion the reverse happened and I was looking up at her.)
I was bemused and not interested when eventually a playmate tried to explain God to me. But of course as my Dad discovered mysticism and I read the Ripley's books and my Dad accepted the stories without any skepticism, I was delighted to learn of reincarnation. I was open to all and every claim. My Dad did not help me become less gullible. I believed it all.
But then he got into astral traveling, and suddenly freaked out. He suddenly;y wanted a Christian church. I was 14 and not interested in church, but cut a long story short being an only child I went with my parents when they joined the Mormons. I sincerely prayed for a testimony. It never came, and after two or three years I left the church.
My friends were smoking dope and taking acid, and I was doing zazen. After a while I realised I was young and should be getting out into the world, and that I was perfectly happy and had absolutely no need of pursuing meditation. A few months or a year or two later, and I found my zazen had prepared me well for staying calm and open in the centre of the energy unleashed by a powerful hallucinogen I imbibed with friends on Anglesey.
I became an acid Mercury for a beautiful Spring of sunny weather and blossoming heads, tripping every three or four days in Oxford among the living breathing sculptures in the old university streets. Oxford was full of acid heads, and I was free to wander in their heads by visiting their rooms, each one an artist expressing their visions. I was a mendicant zen monk walking in the gardens of satori.
You scoff. "Drugs". No, the responses of your central nervous system and your endocrine system etc to the interactions with introduced materials in your brain's receptors, the manipulation of your biochemistry and the presentation to yourself of profound shamanic transformative experience thereby. Regardless of the cause, your mind, your "self" is undergoing challenging and "eye-opening" experiential material with which to grapple and grow.
Part of that growth is to recognise the subjective nature of that experience.
Moving on, having traveled overland to India on the hippy trail, having been ripped off and conned out of all of my money, having dwelt on the beaches in Goa among the throngs of partying freaks, tripping and smoking the best charas in the world, receiving food from people every day, surviving homeless in Goa really quite nice, but as the season goes away so do the people and the monsoon arrives and I suffer malnutrition and loss of gumption mind,and so I wind up in Poona and fall in love with Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, later to be called Osho. But my atheist childhood lies at the core of my being, and something held me back from actually getting absorbed, from actually joining. I left in a stupor after 6 weeks.
I went to the mountains to get some charas. I got paranoid about police. I wound up having the most amazing experience of being contacted by aliens. Many weeks I was wandering, dealing with the energies in my head connecting with these alien human hybrid Indians. Projecting like mad to make them sweet, having been scared for my life, too many ideas to put here… suffice to say it was thrilling and terrifying and cosmically important. It seemed to respond to the direction of my thoughts (surprise! is that a clue do you think?), so I was working to make it positive and loving instead of threatening, as it could turn to be. It was as if I was tripping for about two or three months.
Wandering in the streets, like a sadhu. But not a hindu. So they didn't know what to make of me, and in the end they decided to drive me away. They decided to blame the devil. Because of my childhood, I had no truck with devils. That is such a dumb outlook, after that cosmic aliens etc stuff, that I just knew they were not true. I rejected them… long story short I came back overland to Britain just to check if it was the same planet I'd been on when I went out there. I checked the geology and shapes of the land all the way back and it sure looked like the same planet. Just felt different.
I've spent decades dealing with the aftermath of that. It took me about 20 years, and studying science with the Open University, to appreciate that science is the method we as a species have developed in order to avoid the kind of self-deception inherent in relying on one's own perceptual testimony. I sometimes have flashbacks when I hear birds apparently talking to me in English. I know it's my own mind, repeating patterns burnt into me during that intense period of paranoia leading to psychosis in India nearly 40 years ago now.
So no, I don't consider your experiences to be any quality of actual evidence of anything. I trust real science to discover actuality, and I trust Susan Blackmore's reports more than I would yours.
To sum up: your claim that "Science can and does produce much evidence of an anomaly we call psi" is a disingenuous claim for which you have no backing. You lose credibility by making that claim.
The first requirement for spiritual growth is honesty. I leave you to it.