S.P.A.C.E.-LAND

A COSMIC GRAND CENTRAL STATION FOR ALL EXPLORERS

The S.P.A.C.E.-LAND Web-Page is a Cosmic Grand Central Station for all explorers to pull their very own unique trains of thought into a station, to share their findings, experiences, insights, proposals, ideas, messages and all sorts of information about their travels and journeys, as they relate to the "WOW! Signal" Material presented in detail here, and how it may associate and relate to them, and other aspects as explored throughout our website.

There are plenty of Roundtables where we can sit around, on an equal basis, chatting and interacting over a cup of coffee, tea or Ovaltine, or a glass of cold beer or root beer, all in Playgrounds of Curiousity.

This can help us to decode the "Contact Message" with clarity in an open free forum, to find urgent ways of delivering the information within the Communication quickly and effectively, (it's been ongoing since June 2000 and has quickened its pace as 2002 began) and to respond to and act (if we should or should not) on the "WOW! Signal contents.

We need a great deal more input, not just from the close encounter communities and researchers with their invaluable findings, but from scientists with related space and noetic experience.

This SPACE-LAND Station, with its playgrounds for human curiosity to explore, is being place here in CyperSpace for universal and other reasons, all for knowledge and, hopefully, wisdom.

As related on Page 2 of this website, I was suspended and severely punished by school authorities at age 13 for talking with children in the school Playground not only about what I was learning from looking astronomically through my little telescope in the skies over Irvington, New Jersey, but about the UFOs I saw twice around Easter time in that Spring.

That caused an onrush of questions, which I could not answer (like: "did you see the Little Green Men?") from immensely curious children in the playground and became the talk of the school. Instead of channeling learning into adding discussions of astronomy and possible life beyond Earth into the classroom, the authorities crackdowned on discussion, forbidding me and students from starry talk, and made me an outcast.

My telescope and small planetarium, along with my space toys, and astronomy and "flying saucer" books went into the garbage... although my Lionel Electric Train set did not.

So, let's board our trains, bring them into the SPACE-LAND Cosmic Grand Central Station, and return to the PLAYGROUNDS of our own unique childhoods on Earth, -- and the enter the Playgrounds of our new childhood among the Stars, where we may be better prepared to learn than in institutions and among authorities.

The playground in this CyberSpace Station can be a place to be free, to dance and make music of our lives, if we like, and to find the answers to the mysteries of our world, lives and space, inner and outer.

When you enter The Station, you may be met by a large White, Black or Multi-Coloured Rabbit, holding a Strange Watch with Missing Hours.

The Rabbit may be wearing a tee-shirt with the words, "I've Been To Wonderland." And, the Rabbit just may be muttering, anxiously, "We're late for a very important date!" Just follow the Rabbit through the station and you shall, on your own, perhaps as it should be, find, through a wall, a rabbit-hole or a worm-hole, the Playground Within....

********************************************************* NOTE: The items on this page will consist of responses to the Survey on Web-Page 18, new accounts of "WOW!" happenings, and related information. Space on this website is limited, but we will try and do our best to bring information here, and enter reports as they occur. *********************************************************

....."S.P.A.C.E.-LAND" Introduction by Harold Egeln, first entered on Sunday, January 27, 2002.

AGAIN, ANOTHER MOST UNUSUAL DAY, AS USUAL

The "Hoppenings" of SAT., JAN. 26, 2002.....

We folks do not look for this Sync Stuff, seeking it out. It seems to find us. And when we least expect it. Such is the case of a five people in four different places today, all linked by a Sync Chain.

OUR STORY

Staten Island Mall, NYC -- I went book and video browsing with a friend at the Staten Island Shopping Mall today, hoping to buy the movie "The Dish," the delightful and well-acted 2001 movie about radio astromomers in Austrialia whose radio telescope "dish" was used in receiving the TV transmissions of the first Moon landing of July 1969.

On the book browsing side, I went to the B. Dalton's bookstore in the mall, not to the UFO section but the science section. There I take the book "A Beautiful Mind: The Life of Mathematical Genius & Noble Laurete John Nash" by author Sylvia Nasar of Tarrytown, the Touchstone-Simon Schuster book upon which the award-winning movie is based. I never read the book, but was somewhat aware of the eccentric and schizophrenic but super-briiliant Princeton Univsersity Professor Nash and the book, which got rave reviews a few years ago. (The movie is great, depressing for awhile, but then turns out to be a truly uplifting love story.)

On the back book cover, the book blurb starts this way -- "How could you, a mathematician, believe that extraterrestrials were sending you messages?" the visitor from Harvard asked the West Virginian.... "Because the idea I had about supernatural beings came to me the same way my mathematical ideas did," came the answer. "So I took it seriously."

The movie did not probe this "ET message" Prof. Nash "got," so my mind started perking and free associating as I was about to look into the huge book for the ET material. As I associated, I though of another West Virgina, the rocket engineer, Homer Hickham, Jr., whose wonderful book "October Sky" was made into an excellent movie. Hickman and Nash, West Virginans, with two wildly different experiences of "space."

I next thought, "If Nash had a possile real ET connection, there will -- has to be, must be -- be a WILLIAMS mentioned in the first or second page of the book, because that has happened on other sync happenings. Maybe an Alice, Wonderland and Rabbit link as well, but very unlikely."

I flip to the first page, after the credits, which is a book dedication page by author Nasar for Nash's wife. With it is a poem by WILLIAM Wordsworth. I flinch! Coincidence, of course. Then I see a very SUBTLE "Alice In Wonderland" connection, admitting that I'm stretching now. Above the poem is Nash's wife name, ALICIA ESTHER Larde Nash. Alicia is a variation on the name "Alice" and "Esther" reminds me of "Easter," -- yes, a stretch, but I think of the Rabbit. There's even a chapter titled "Mad Hatter's Tea Party."

I then wonder, "Where's the Cheshire Cat now?" Right smack in front of me (I'm sitting on a couch) is a display of a series of books, 14 of them, all being with the words, "The Cat Who..." include "The Cat Who Saw Stars." The author of the books is Lillian Jackson BRAUN."

Of course I think of space rocket pioneer Werner VON BRAUN, one of "my heroes" when I was a child, and also a prominent inspiration to the real Homer Hickham Jr., the future rocket scientist from West Virginia, the home state of Professor Nash.

Oh, boy, my imagination is running wild and I should not make anything of this, I tell my friend. I'll avoid cecking for UFO books, because I don't want to see anything more about "Aliens."

I go back to the Science Section to put "A Beautiful Mind" back. My eye catches a large book ready to fall off the shelf, hanging over a ledge across from the Science Section.

I lift it up (it's in the Art Book Section). The title of the book is: "DRAW 50 ALIENS: UFOs, Galaxiy Chouls, Milky Way Marauders, and Other Extraterrestrial Creatures," by Lee Ames (Tandom House), who has a whole series of "Draw 50" books on many themes. I'm Amazing, Enchanted and Thrilled! Too much. It means nothing. Even though there is also a "5" factor again, in the "50." The "50" and all this is pure coincidence, I say.

Then, searching for "The Dish" space movie video, stories don't have it. Leaving Sam Goody's, out of the corner of my eye I see a Laurel and Hardy movie in the window. I have EVERY Laurel & Hardy movie on video, but I never heard of this one, "THE BIG NOISE," a 1944 20th Century FOX movie starring the funny team, in which they play detectives. NO connection to our space theme, etc. Or so I thought.

Tonight I play the video. One of the stars is Arthur SPACE, who plays an eccentric inventor. The movie director is Mal ST. CLAIR. Curious! St. Clair of Assisi, a contemporary of St. Francis of Assisi, is the Patron Saint of Television, the media & communications. That Brings in a Whole Variety of Syns, as reported on our CONTACT Page Three here.

In a brief scene a Western Union woman delivers a telegram, a message. The actress who plays the messenger is Noel Neill, who would play, in the 1950's Clark Kent's sidekick reporter Lois Lane in the "Superman" TV series, bringing in a subtle "space alien" connection.

Also, Noel (like in the First Noel-- bringing images of gifts and the Christ child?) has the same last name of the actor Sam Neill, the star of "The Dish." Wow, I found "The Dish" afterall, but NOT IN THE EXPECTED WAY!!!!

And, Stan and Ollie being "detectives" (they were actually janitors working for a detective agency), I'm reminded of the statement by UFO researcher Jacques Vallee about true UFO study, "Where are the UFO detectives?"

Think this is all too much, wild coonections by a flawed mind? Well, ---That's not all folks, as Bugs Bunny says.....

A MOST UNUSUAL DAY: OTHER'S STORIES

This Saturday evening my best friend tells me of his "WOW!" while he was in Manhattan earlier this evening, his first in connection with all this run of Syncs.

He went into the Number 1 and 9 Subway Station at West 50th Street and Broadway in Manhattan's theater district to get a train downtown. While waiting for the subway train he turned around and was startled to see artwork on the subway platform wall pertaining to ALICE IN WONDERLAND, not in itself unusual.

"It's a mosaic in BLUE Tiles," he says. "Alice is holding a curtain, standing a few feet back looking in. And there was the White Rabbit! I almost laughed out loud, but it was hard to restrain myself. It really meant something to me, after all your's and other's experiences."

It then hit me: Subway TRAIN, bringing in our train imagery again. And 50th Street, interjecting the recurrent PATTERN of "FIVES" throughout the Contact Experience (mathematics). And, very specifically the number, today of all days, "50" as in the Broadway (the street of PLAYS!) subway station and the "Draw 50 Aliens" book.

NOW, MIDWESTERN BLACK RABBITS

At 10:51 PM this Saturday evening I get a call from a really nice, incredibly bright SPACE friend living in the Midwest, whom I'll call M.W., who relates her experiences today, not knowing of what happened here today in New York City.

"This morning I saw a small BLACK RABBIT statue on a lawn. It was on a boat, holding an oar," M.W. reports. "It reminds me of the Buddhist symbol of rowing on a boat on the water to Enligthenment. Once Enlightenment is reached, the person discards the boat."

Later in her travels today she sees another BLACK RABBIT statue, this one the typical "ALICE IN WONDERLAND rabbit," she says, with all the clothing of Alice's Rabbit. Only instead of White, the bunny is BLACK.

Then, later in the day, she sees 10 BLACK RABBIT figurines in a store window.

"Harold, there were ten black rabbits," M.W. reports. "There were two sets of five rabbits. The sets are arranged in circles. The BLACK RABBITS all appear to be DANCING!"

As far as I can recall, M.W.. in touch with SPACE through our website since last Summer, (attracted by the wide range of information in various aspects of close encounter experiences presented here), has not had black rabbit syncs -- until today, and so many, a total of 12 rabbts, with two groupings of FIVE, bringing in our number FIVE again, as if some mathematical concept is being conveyed?

Of course there's more today. Because Bugs Bunny is now saying, "That's NOT all folks," Between the Midwest and New York, we log another report from a longtime SPACE friend and very perceptive encounter explorer.....

CONFIRMATION OF CONTACT!!!

TV "RABBIT EARS" : FINAL CONFIRMATION

Encounter Reporter Byron LeBeau sends Harold Egeln his feedback on the latest Syncs Re: the Black Rabbits in an e-mail which is sent at 3:55 p.m., Sat., Jan. 26, 2002. It's a lengthy, very well thoughtout letter in response to the Survey. (We will include much of his letter following this report,) So he depatches it through cyber-space across lower New York Harbor, and he settles down to watch a golf game on his TV set.

Then, in an e-mail sent out at 5:08 p.m. on this most unusual Saturday afternoon, he reports:

"It's 4:45 p.m. And I am watching The Senior Skins Golf Tournament wth 'The Bear,' Palmer, Hale and Fuzzy on the ABC-TV network. (It's still on as I pen this.)

"It's intermission and my mind is wandering to the lengthy e-mail I sent you earlier." (Just less than an hour before-H.E.) "ALL-OF-A-SUDDEN I SEE, on my TV set, a whole bunch of RABBITS coming out of a hole, mostly brownish. It is the 'accenture-dot-com' commercial. What do you make of this???"

Needless to say, it figures! It had to be! And shades of Gary sittng in front of his telly only a week before and suddenly seeing the Black Rabbit in the "Watership Down" movie.

One of the signatures, if not the most intriguing aspects of the close encounter interface is its HIGHLY SUBTLE nature, with all its ambiguity and "just maybe" and "what if" engenderings.

There's one or two here, aside from the right upfront rabbits. And makes, thinking of the Laurel and Hardy, a "BIG NOISE," enough for the fictional Dr. Ellie Arroway to notice, after having the rabbit escort on her lonely drive to the Big Array of Radio Telescope dishes.

What's IMPORTANT here is this: It's the GOLF GAME itself.

Especially after the references just mentioned above to the movie, "The Dish," about the radio telescope employed to get live signals from the Apollo XI lunarcraft on the Moon on July 20, 1969. (Hey, isn't the Moon the place where Little Nemo met giant White Rabbits back in 1910, in his first alien with off-Earth life??)

Upfront on the SPACE Homepage is a reference to a possible "WOW!" signal recorded by the OHIO State University radio telescope back in 1977. The astronomer wrote "WOW!" across the data printout containing the apparent intelligent radio signal.

But it was never confirmed, because such a signal needs to be detected again and again, and it was not. A recent sweep through the area of space from whence the signal came showed nothing, except an apparent faint, natural radio source.

Not too many years after the "WOW!" signal was received, Ohio State University dismantled the radio telescope that picked it up, part of the university's SETI project.

On the land where the radio telescope "Dish" once stood, the university built a GOLF COURSE.

On January 26, 2002, the "WOW!" Signal recorded at Ohio State University's "Dish" has been received again (in an unexpected and questionable way, of course, and by TV not Radio, as in Sagan's "CONTACT"), repeated, as witnessed by our encounter explorer, today on his TV set, with "A WHOLE BUNCH OF RABBITS COMING OUT OF A HOLE," as he reports.

Given the total context of today's reports, which also involved the state of OHIO in a very direct and mysterious way not stated here, there is an absolute, no doubt confirmation of a wonderful and awesome CONTACT, carefully, beautifully, artistically, and noetically engineered through the whole stretch of events from June 12, 2000 through January 26, 2002. The MESSAGE has been received in full.

TO S.E.T.I. AND ALL --- WE HAVE CONFIRMATION OF CONTACT, FOR SURE, WITHOUT A DOUBT!!!

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THE "AH-AH!!" EPIHANY

By Harold Egeln, NYC, January 27, 2002

Least of all, we did not expect a golf game, a pasttime dating back to Scotland of long ago, to be a key to unlocking the message! A mischievous sense of humor runs through sections of The Breakthrough Material, a characteristic of the Trickster. The "Ah-Ah!" was made on "the links'" to make the links as connections and associations.

In one swing of a day, we had a day chockful of meaningful synchronicties, with assocations galore and very specific referential clues. From mathematician Nash and rocket scientist Hickim, West Virginia Williams, Braun, cats, 50 aliens, along with black rabbits figurines rowing, and dancing in circles, Alice and the Rabbit at the subway train station, and the rabbits in the TV commercial jumping out of holes, and the whole Dish link, messenger Noel Neill and Sam Neill, spiritual references to Buddha and the Christ child, and more that was not mentioned!

Such as the black steam engine train travelling through the night, beautifully and hauntingly filmed in "The Big Noise," as the train carried the hapless Stan and Ollie to Washington, D.C. And the Italian connection with Mal St. Clair, the film's director.

And the association made with Ohio and its state university's SETI program and the 1977 WOW! signal, all tied to the game of golf. All an interesting chain of accidential coincidences, or a super-reinforcement to make a strong point, and quickly?

That a golf course should replace a radio telescope "dish." What a waste of space.

The Confirmation, it should be made clear, was not a confirmation of the specific WOW! signal detected by the Ohio SETI, but acted, by apparent design, as a referential point to confirm the general nature of the CONTACT we've been experiencing, and delivered in a fun way.

And how this Contact unfolded came not as expected by SETI scientists, with the origin of that "WOW" here on Earth through People, serving as a very large array of "dishes."

Late this evening I watched part of the movie "Contact" with Jodie Foster, and found additional connections. There are RABBITS in the movie, though not as they were in Carl Sagan's book.

When Ellie Arroway, as a young girl, hears her father fall, she runs up the stairs to get his medicine. At the top of the stairs there is a wall shelf with several RABBITS in various positions.

And when Dr. Eleanor Arroway hears the signal from Vega on her headphones, theologian PALMER Joss is on TV talking with Larry King about filling the "holes" in people's lives.

One of the golfers mentioned by Bryan LeBeau is PALMER, making the spiritual link with science. Those links have been discussed in books and major articles in The New York Times, and elsewhere, and as we shall see, by LeBeau in his own way.

Overall, with the correlation of Sync Clusters on Saturday with all the wealth of information, experiences and insights of over 19 months of Breakthrough Material, "The Message" not only is a Confirmed Contact Communication but HAS SOMETHING TO SAY. And we've been helped along all the way by the gentle but determined Hyper-Intelligence behind this Contact, WHO is to be thanked for communicating with so many people in so many places over so much time.

And the INVITATION to INVESTIGATE has been clear made, giving a surefire confirmation of Contact. And it cannot be put-off nor ignored any longer. We're "Just In Time" as the JUSTIN TIME van hinted at on Carmine Street a week ago.

All this does not mean that The Contact is over. More is to be said. Far much more! But our action is needed, now.

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THE 19TH HOLE

By Bryon LeBeau, January 28, 2002

Try this cup of tea! I thought it quite significant that "CONFIRMATION" may have come out of the 19th PAGE (hole) of the SPACE Website.

Instead of coming INTO the Rabbit Hole, RABBITS are COMING OUT!!! (as in the TV commerical during the golf game on Saturday.)

In golf, there is a golf course in Dyker Heights (near where Harold Egeln lives), where, after the CONCLUSION of the 18 HOLES, the golfers go to "THE 19TH HOLE," a bar I remember passing in my youth near that golf course. Since then I have seen other bars so named for the same reason.

[LeBeau then mentions that when he left OHIO some years ago, just before Groundhog Day, there were several important openings that became convienently to him, in sync, placing him on a spiritual pathway.-H.E.]

"CONTACT OF THE ELEGANT KIND"

By Harold Egeln, January 28, 2002

Explorer LeBeau's insight is awesome, for it re-inforces the Conformation of the Contact, a contact he calls "Contact of the Bizarre But Elegant Kind.

When I decided this past weekend that we had to go to a Page 19 on our website, called S.P.A.C.E.-LAND, to give others their responses to the Contact events, there was no thought of the significance of the 19th Page ITSELF until now, now gaining meaning in context of the golf scenario that came about on Saturday and all its links to the Breakthrough Material.

It's very elegant, almost as if someone had PLANNED things and events very well, with class, style and a measure of fun.

I know the golf course LeBeau very well. I am not a golfer, but a few years ago around noontime, while passing near it, I photographed a probable "UFO" while waiting for a bus, returning from a news assignment at the golf course!

The presumed "UFO" appeared over VICTORY Hospital, a WHITE DOT that suddenly appeared, moving in a straight and steady line to the east, towards the general direction of CONEY Island. I took a photo or two of it with my newspaper camera, noting that it appeared at a synchronistic time that beared recurrent numbers involving "47."

The apparent "UFO" flew directly over the Dyker Heights golf course he mentioned, disappearing. Now that "sighting" of just a few years ago gains more significance and meaning!

"The 19th Hole" has even more links, (parden the pun). It's been 19 MONTHS -- I repeat -- a FULL 19 MONTHS since the "WOW!" Signal Contact began unfolding on June 1, 2000! This is MATHEMATICS at work here, as demonstrated with other repeatable numbers mentioned on our website.

The STUNNING CORRELATIONS mount, backing the Contact up in some many Associative Synchronistic Ways, enfolding upon itself so elegantly, that its is CLEAR that an ARTISTIC DESIGN Process is at play.

Another Correlation, an (in)direct link with our "Alice In Wonderland" running theme. Alice's CROQUET Game with the Queen. Croquet is about as close as Alice gets to a game that resembles GOLF! And it comes near the end of her "Adventures In Wonderland," which we continue later "Through the Looking Glass."

This is fascinating stuff, whether it means anything to SETI and UFO researchers in general. We, who are living through the Overall CONTACT happening right on here Earth, re-inforced by this ongoing CONFIRMED CONTACT, are reporting and transmitting the information we have.

Much of this CONTACT is IMPLIED. But it has been experienced by many witnesses. And has been photographed. Not only the sightings, but the syncs themselves, often as they happen. I almst always carry my Olympian Zoom Camera around, snapping these "Syncs" while we are in the midst of them. However, as wonderful as the Web-TV system I use is, there is limited storage space to place those photos on this site. Once someone with a computer scans the photos, we will form a link here, so you all can visit the CONTACT PHOTO ALBUM.

In a CONTACT situation the Source of that event usually is mysterious and hardly ever explains what IT IS DOING! Instead of coming out of their Flying Saucers and having a glass of beer or cup of coffee with us, as they did with "the Contactees" of the 1950s, they give us Riddles, Puzzles and the like. THEY WANT US, it seems, TO FIGURE IT ALL OUT.

With Reporter LeBeau mentioning "THE 19TH HOLE BAR" near where I live, and the implications with "THEM" implied here, we have finally sat at a bar (metaphorically) with the mysterious "Them" -- COMING OUT of their "UFOs" or Rabbit Holes or Whatever they move around In -- and are enjoying our glasses of cold beer! In their own way, of course, the Cheshire Cat would say.

The Black Rabbits even danced in circles, as MW reported on Saturday, AS IF to imply that they are dancing around our ROUNDTABLES, "communicating" with us on an EQUAL basis!

Of course, there's more to report,,,,,

A WEE BIT MORE....AND IT GETS SPOOKIER!! In my account of the Laurel and Hardy movie, "The Big Noise," I forgot to mention that, besides one of the actors being Arthur SPACE (whose first name JUST NOW reminds me of King Arthur and the Knights of the ROUNDTABLE, like our "S.P.A.C.E. ROUNDTABLE" Page 19, just realizing this!), there is another actor in the movie, her name being Veda Ann BORG. This is the first time I've heard "Borg" as a name, and right after Arthur Space. The "BORG," of course, are Star Trek's "Collective Hive" of part-computerized mechanicized beings culled from several planetary species, forming a "Group Mind." While the "BORG Collective" is up to no good, the implied association here is, with Veda Ann BORG right after the name Arthur SPACE, is that some sort of marvelous, grand Interconnecting and Interactive Intelligent Consciousness is at work and play through S.P.A.C.E., which is clearing calling for a ROUNDTABLE (via Arthur as in Arthur and the Roundtable directly connected with Space) dealing with the Contact on Earth!!! This makes sense, as it would require an energy that OVERLAYS specific people and places, arranging these SYNCS and related anomolies through some sort of Cosmic Messaging System, (natural or created, or with forces using naturalistic venues already existing at the IMPLICATE ORDER of ALL REALITY). It's almost hints of a Mind-At-Large (A Cosmic Noosphere?) intersecting and then engaging our own Minds to create situations (when the thoughts interface) that place US in the RIGHT PLACES at the RIGHT TIMEs to CO-CREATE these SYNCS which are at the operating heart of our CONTACT experiences. We can dismiss or ignore these events when they happen. But if we are AWAKENING, the forces behind them KNOW, somehow, that we are AWAKE and AWARE, hence the CONTACT emerges and expands! I was startled at work today (Jan. 28) at my news desk to receive a call from a familar voice whom I could not identify at first. He commented on our current coverage in our newspapers about a current hot commuity controversy that our newspapers have been giving comprehensive coverage to. He told me he was "MR. COINCIDENCE." Then it hit me like A TON OF RABBITS! He is a brilliant retired Air Force major whom I met about two years, in 2000 I think as the Breakthrouh began, while on a news assignment at a sports event at an Army base. Between my snapping photos and taking notes for my newspaper back then, he approached me, and COINCIDENCES began happening n or converstaion. At that point, he said he felt safe to describe the "remarkable coincidences and synchronicties" that guided his life in Positive ways since he was a chld growing up in Brooklyn long ago. NOW, OF ALL TIMES, after not hearing from him since that time about two years ago, he calls, remindiing me that he is "MR. COINCIDENCE," so I can remember who he is. And, of course, he was in the Air Force, placing us a bit closer to space! There is a "Giggle Factor" when mentioning synchronicties to many people. How can you take that seriously, they often say, while giggling. Well, these syncs can make us giggle in a far different way, with giggles of pleasurable delight at times. Thanks Stan and Ollie! And "Mr. Coincidence!" ********************************************************

AND NOEL NEILL AKA LOIS LANE By "ESE," an encounter & sync explorer, Jan. 28 I actually met NOEL NEILL in person back in 1981 and we spent quite a lot of time together. She had come to my university to speak and after the presentation she signed a Superman poster for me. I was the last person on line and we talked for about half-an-hour. I really felt we had a special bond, and was somewhat shocked that someone like NOEL NEILL would show such an interest in a dorkey kid like me. ***************** Observations by Harold Egeln I know "ESE," a remarkable human being who had a great impact on me and our research. The whole NOEL NEILL connection is amazing. Here she, then a very young actress, appears as a Western Union messenger delivering a telegram to ARTHUR SPACE in the 1944 movie. Less than ten years later she plays the role of reporter Lois Lane, friend of reporter Clark Kent in the classic "The Adventures of Superman" TV series. With Superman we have an Alien from Space living on Earth who protects his identity by being a mild-mannered newspaper reporter. And "ESE" met Noel Neill, giving him a personal experince. The whole NOEL NEILL and actor SAM NEILL connection is also spooky, given the fact that I was hoping to find and buy the movie "THE DISH" on Saturday, only to buy another video, which then associates with "The Dish" through NOEL NEILL. In the 1974 movie "ALICE Doesn't Live Here Anymore," a preteen Jodie Foster (later Dr. Arroway of "Contact") plays a boyish girl who's favorite experession is "Weird." Yes, indeed, isn't it? But DISCOVERY can be fun, if we watch where we walk in Wonderland. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

INTEGRATION AS KEY

A SURVEY RESPONSE BY A SYNC EXPLORER

By Bryan LeBeau, 3:55 p.m., January 26, 2002

[NOTE: This was written about an hour before the TV Golf and Rabbits episode,-H.E.]

Allow me the opportunity to INTUIT what runs through my mind as I try to appreciate the Multi-Colored RABBIT Motif that Harold Egeln and his friends in SPACE, as well as current associations, bring to bear on this extraordinary symbolism, which I believe, is grasped at the level of someone who is in it. For instance, MORGEN accepting the BLACK RABBIT (as a personal animal totem) and the syncs ending.

Before I begin, let me say that I, from an intellectual point of view, agree with you all, that this is NOT about Black and White, Good Vs. Evil, Positive Vs. Negative.

But rather an attempt on the part of the FORCE of the IMPLICATE working aside of Time TO INTEGRATE that which WE grope for, since, I desire to become ONE with the Splendid Universe we are deinately a part of, and, therefore, have a divine right to share in its splendor, - for those who have "the spark" to do so!!!

As I read this information, I could clearly INTUIT that in some opague way, Harold is connected to SCOTLAND, ENGLAND WILLIAM(S), possibly WILLIAM Wallace, and the sorting out of things (Relected in the RABBIT Symbolism), simply because it is a readily understood for Victimization, Magic and Time Concepts...and also INNOCENCE.

When I saw the expression on the SPACE-Site "oldE ENGLish Village" (7-24-01), I saw Harold Egeln's name as clearly as day, linked with something in the PAST.This was the way my Synchronistic Clue came as I peered through the layered story. It just JUMPED OUT AT ME! The Signal in the Noise.

I immediately linked, in my mind, some definate connections Egeln may have had in his third dimensional history, his probably reason of seeing things from a European Slant, such as, but not limited to, the time WILLAM WALLACE saw the tyranny of the British against his brothers and sisters (as portrayed so well in the "Braveheart" movie).

What I would frame as a remembrance of the "Bunny Rabbit Residual Imagry of the Left-Sided Analytical Brain" as it impacts on our Spiritual Journey...

It doesn't go away, just like, I dare say, Harold's earlier school experience that avoided "TOTAL REALITY" by making the young teenager "The Scapegoat." THIS WILL leave an extraordinary (analytical) scar, which, (Interdimensional- Rabbit- Time Concept), when integrated properly, will increase growth quantumly!

There are all sorts of RABBITS trying to limit our growth, to keep us within their own sphere or cul-de-sac ("THE MATRIX"?) I see the BLACK RABBIT the same way I see JOHN the BAPTIST, as in the 46th line of The Gospel of Thomas; i.e., the analytical understanding of Left-Sided Brain as Robert Winterhalter points out in the annotation of "The Fifth Gospel."

"In Brief, John The Baptist typifies the left hemisphere of the brain when turned to the Superconscious Mind, an indwelling Christ," Winterhalter writes. "He is the spiritualized intellect which preceives Divine Reality as a theory or belief. He is, in symbol, any person who seeks to KNOW God, and knows something about God, but has not yet made CONSCIOUS CONTACT. John in us has a necessary function, which is to PREPARE THE WAY for the true intuitive awakened Christ." (p. 60, of annotation, 1988, Harper & Row)

I took this space to point this out, frankly because this book was out of print, and secondly, I think it points to the INTEGRATION FACTOR, whether it is RABBIT HOLES or BLACK HOLES or MULTIVERSES!!!

St. Francis of Assisi, in folklore, was followed around by a LITTLE WHITE RABBIT who accompanied him wherever Frances went. I was so taken by this awhile ago (aside of Frances love for animals), that I put it in one of my unpublished poems:

FRANCIS AND THE RABBIT Once was a man - a holy man Who lived quite so long ago, Whose only joy was spreading LOVE From Mankind to the dove. He loved to communicate with God Through the wild life, - 'twas his habit, But his favored little lamb of God Was his precious whitened RABBIT. He took the RABBIT EVERYWHERE, And then asked how we should love; With dove to heart and RABBIT RAISED, - "AS GOD LOVES US ABOVE!!!" --- copywrite @ bryon lebeau

THE ST. CLARE AND T.V. CONNECTION

By Harold Egeln, January 29, 2002

St. Francis of Assisi had his White Rabbit following him around, as Byron LeBeau describes so well in his very fine poem. St. Clare of Assisi, back in the 13th Century, had her television.

Our connection with the "St. Clare" factor came through synchronicties and direct encounters with unknown beings, as explained in full on our "Close Encounters of the Contact Kind" webpage, in an account dated April 9, 1994. While young, she heard the older St. Francis preach in her town of Assisi, changing her life. After founding an order of nuns, she is credited with many miracles.

"Toward the end of her life, when she was too ill to attend mass, an image of the service appeared on the wall of her room, and she could hear the singing in the church, just as if she had been present. Pope Piux XII proclaimed Clare the Patron Saint of Television in 1958 because of this vision." -- from a blurb on a box containing a plastic St. Clare figurine, made by Accoutrements, Seattle, 1998.

Aside with the sync-links the "St. Clare" association has with SPACE in 1988 and 1994, she comes up again in the video of the "The Big Noise" movie in the name of movie director Mal ST. CLAIR, viewed on my TV the night of the "Sync Cluster." TELEVISION is conveying messages to us through Associations.

Then Byron LeBeau is brought into the picture on Saturday with his rabbit commercial during a golf game viewed on TV, inferring "a message" with the Golf Course, linking with Ohio University's "Big Ear" which got the unconfirmable "WOW!" signal (A "BIG NOISE!") in 1977, with the radio telescope dismantled in 1998 to make way for a nine-hole golf course. And so forth, as explained here.

THE "WOW!" SIGNAL

The Big Ear Radio Observatory at Ohio State University in Delaware, Ohio, credited with mapping and cataloguing over 20,000 celestial objects for over 25 years, and set-up by astronomy professor John Kraus was replaced by a Golf Course, the Prime Link in Saturday's "Communication," as we've stated.

But, as usual, there are more utterly remarkable connections and correlations. On the Big Ear Radio Observatory website, the SETI volunteer who came across the "WOW!" signal, Jerry Ehman on August 15, 1977, as he scibbled on the Computer Printout documentating the signal, said this in his account explaining the Code 6EQUJ5 on the printout:

"Each of the first 50 columns of the computer printout shows the successive values of intensity (or power) received from the Big Ear Telescope in each channel (10kHz) in successive 12-second intervals," he writes.

In an article by reporter Barry Kawa in the "Cleveland Plain Dealer" in 1994, Ehman is quoted as saying: "We should have seen it (the signal) again when we looked for it 50 times," he said.

Well, it was SEEN AGAIN until this past Saturday, but not from the same sky source, of course, but here on Planet Earth in the inner spaces of Subjective Human Experience, dare we say!

Sync-Detectives out there! Did you get the Clue and Make the Association? The NUMBER 50, FIFTY! Say what? On this past Saturday during the SYNC-CLUSTER HAPPENINGS, I came across the "DRAW 50 ALIENS" coloring book in immediate connections with a bunch of syncs.

A best friend, not knowing of this, enters the IRT subway station at Broadway and West 50th Street on Saturday evening and sees the tile artwork of Alice In Wonderland and her White Rabbit. Get it?!

THE NUMBER FIFTY in two different meaningful coincidences on the same day (Jan. 26, 2002), connecting, through Golf and Ohio and the Big Ear's "WOW!" Signal of 1977. A strange coincidence or, more likely, given the intricate interweave of the Breakthrough Contact, a MESSAGE to be UNDERSTOOD???

And the whole Golf connection, with the 19th Hole, and Alice's Croquet game, announced by the White Rabbit blowing a Trumpet, a variation on Golf. Golf is played on an OBSTACLE Course.

Another direct associative hint that we will face Obstacles in getting our Very Bizarre Discovery Out to the World?

I should note that the original Big Ear Observatory (a more powerful Argus Radio Telescope will be built), was across from a Methodist THEOLOGICAL Seminary, and we had our GARY PALMER (the great golfer) on the TV Golf Tournament on Saturday, connecting with PALMER Joss, the fictonial theologian in Carl Sagan's "CONTACT" used to portray the questions that both Spirituality and Science pursue, along different tracks, for TRUTH, hopefully.

And with GARY PALMER, we could connect with our explorer GARY in England, on a spiritual quest for TRUTH and our connecting ink of June 12, 2000 that began our SPACE adventure in Wonderland.

In an e-mail message on Saturdayevening, before Gary knew anything of that Unusual Day's Adventures, he asked me, in frustration, "WHERE ARE THEY???" meaning the top UFO and SETI researchers who could help us, now that we have incredible documentation, with specific SYMBOLS CONVEYING MEANING (i.e. like our Stamford, New England-England GRIFFIN Link of July 24, 2001 as if the Griffins were "guarding a treasure" of information) for them to study.

IT"S ALL ABOUT USING OUR OWN BIG EARS --- AS ACTIVE LISTENERS....

THE BIG EARS: THE ART OF ACTIVE LISTENING

There is a beautiful moment, among others, in the movie "Contact," when the blind radio astronomer meets Dr. Eleanor Arroway, and comments that she does something that most people don't do: "LISTEN."

S.P.A.C.E. is about LISTENING -- to one another, to what we hear within, to the scrambled messages our mysterious encounters give us. Our community gatherings are modeled after Quaker meetings, where no one is forced to speak, but speaks as "the spirit moves them," as the Friends like to say.

Encounter researchers are, for the most part, listeners. Such as Dr. John Mack, a psychiatrist whose training requires Listening, and Budd Hopkins, whose artwork prepares him to listen within to his creative impluses; and others.

SETI is all about listening to that "Signal in the Noise" in the Cosmos, hoping that their fine tuned radio telescopes, searching through the microwave "waterhole" for radio, TV or even (optically) laser signals indicating Intelligence, hoping to hear that "BIG NOISE" that will make an historic "Big Splash" from that "microwave waterhold."

Many in SETI do not hear, or even bother, to listen to what Encounter Explorers Hear. Nor do many in Ufology care to hear what SETI has to say, and an impasse develops. Our "WOW!" Signal may be able to bring these two research fields together, bringing "CONTACT" down-to-Earth, where the CONTACT seems to be occurring.

At the front end of my own telescope here at home I have an "space alien" puppet hanging from it, symbolizing in my own "Sync-Artworks" (of which I have designed several, unknown to most, even within S.P.A.C.E.) that while SETI rightly looks into outer space, the "WOW" signal is dangling before them on the astronomer's home planet, our beautiful (but threatened) "Blue Dot"!

As a working fulltime newspaper reporter (whose byline has appeared in city newspapers practically every week since February 1984), my Profession requires LISTENING skills, to write my stories, balance them, get the facts straight (I make occasional mistakes, of course), and convey to the public what I report in a clear fashion. That I've done thousands of times! I may not be talented nor an award-winning writer, nor have a following of dedicated readers, -- but I keep trying to communicate as I must!

Sometimes I feel like a "Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter" working for a metropolitan newspaper, and living in two worlds, with two lives. I am CANNOT to mix the two, since I must protect, like the alien from Krypton, my identity as an Encounter Explorer. SO, I must LISTEN, and bring those abilities into my work within S.P.A.C.E. (As a youngster I rarely spoke, even at school or at home. But I enjoyed listening.)

I wish my colleagues in the larger MASS MEDIA would listen and report "the real story" of Encounters! But I am not allowed to write about "UFOs" in our newspapers; if I did, I would be required to make a funny story of them, which I would refuse. And I photograph apparent "UFOs" with our paper's Nkon camera, which I habe to keep silent about.

Active Listening is an art. One of my favorite books as a teenager was the classic "Listening With the Third Ear." So, here we are, many dozens of us, in the midst of a remarkable "WOW!" Signal Contact, listening to what is Going On Around Us, as if we also have Eyes in the Back of our headand in our hearts, seeing and hearing the invisible patterns not heard or ignored.

"WE are Watching," said Whitley Strieber's "visitors" once. WE are LISTENING to the extraordinary happenings around us, awakening, opening to a wider sense of reality in a grand Cosmic Ecology of Experience, whether its a 72-second signal, like Ohio University's radio telescope observatory had, or a series of 72 encounters.

Our search, as we listen, is "fun" so far as this particular "Contact" is concerned. (Not all close encounters are "fun" at all, as widely reported in Ufology, a disturbing aspect and reality.) We are in the middle of a Quest For Truth, on "a Treasure Hunt" as Gary says, a "Scavanger Hunt" as Dr. Gibbs Williams says, trying to make sense out of apparent "NONSENSE" as Alice In Wonderland MUST DO.

Our CONTACT, with it's MESSAGE, now being quickly and suddenly DECODED, gives us the chance to Integrate our experences by altering our perceptions (for me it's like coming "back home," though), and to discover new ways to think, to know, to see, to hear, to learn, to feel, to relate, to grow and to preceive on a Wider Scale of Experience in a Grand Reality beyond Imagination.

Or, As Dr. Arroway says, played so well by Jodie Foster, "to See the BIG PICTURE."

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BEYOND TIME, SPACE AND "#30" "Is anybody listening? Does anybody care? Does anyone hear what I hear?" -- sings John Adams as played in the Broadway musical "1776." "In a confrontation between golf and the exploration of the universe, the galaxy does not stand a chance," said Ohio State University Professor Emiterus John Kruger, 87, as quoted in a "Columbus Dispatch" article, Dec. 21, 1997, as developers prepare to build a golf course requiring the dismantling of his Big Ear Radio Telescope. "Hello, I'm Mr. Coincidence," says the caller, a U.S. Air Force MAJOR (retired) to Harold Egeln, on January 28, 2002, in the aftermath of a quick-paced series of "MAJOR COINCIDENCES." "WOW!" scribbles SETI volunteer Jerry Ehman on the computer printout at the "Big Ear" in 1977. "It was a curious dream, dear, certainly; but now run in to your tea; it's getting late." -- says Alice's sister after being told of Alice's "curious dream" and her "strange adventures" as Lewis Carroll (mathematician Charles Lutwidge Dodgson) writes in "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." "Oh, my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!" -- says the White Rabbit, heading to the rabbit hole, as Alice follows, falling into Wonderland. "Where Are THEY??" says "Gary" on this past Saturday... "a most unusual day, as usual." **************************************************

"CURIOUSER AND CURIOUSER!" "Hi, Harold, this is retired Air Force Major ------ ----, remember, the Coincidence Beyond the Coincidence...." -- first message on Harold's telephone answering machine on Mon., Jan. 28, 2002 from "Mr. Coincidence," as he described himself when he reached Egeln at work later. Just after making a recording to keep of "Major Coincidence's" message late Tuesday evening, Harold clicks on his Web-TV to check for any e-mails. There's one from Blue Mountain Cards with a request to sign up with four dample E-Cards, including a sample card called "BUNNY KISS." Curious, seeing no sync, the card is an animated cute WHITE BUNNY inside a Blue Oval Hole, who hops foreward, leaning over the Edge of the Blue Hole, like ready to come out, planting a heart-shaped kiss, in purple, with its lips. The message reads, "This Little Bunny brings a special treat. It's not candy, but' it's just as sweet. It's a Big Kiss from Me to You!" The background music for the Bunny E-Card is a tune called "Just Hold On." Persumably a message to Gary and Harold, frustrated by a not getting a wider response to our "Contact" discoveries? "Does anybody see what I see?" sings "John Adams" in the "1776" musical. Okay, a nice white bunny, but no Sync. Harold checks the TIME the E-Mail was sent: 10:57 p.m. So what? you may say. What is the 10th month, he thinks -- "October." The minutes are ":57," and then it hits him -- the Date of 10/57, October 1957, the month and year that the SPACE Age Began when the first space satellite was orbited around the Earth on October 4. No, Can't be, utter nonsense, just by chance, Harold thinks. Yes, of course. But just maybe it was somehow timed for "10:57" by some subtle mysterious force to send a Message, direct to SPACE, by the invisible communicators behind "The CONTACT" across some equivelent "Einstein-Rosen Bridge" (a wormhole). But that opens a can of worm-holes! "You contacted us. We were just listening," said the otherwordly "apparation" who took on the form of Dr. Arroway's dead father in the movie "Contact." "You're an interesting species, an interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone. You're not." ********************************************************* NOTE: To clarify the reference to the "Number 50" in the "Big Ear" account earlier, it was relating the "Draw 50 Aliens" coloring book and the West 50th Street subway station with its Alice In Wonderland BLUE Tile Motif on the station Wall TO "the first 50 COLUMNS" mentioned by Ohio University SETI volunteer Jerry Ehman, explaining the computer printout with his "WOW!" written on it, and his remark, "We should have seen it again (the WOW! signal) when we looked for it 50 TIMES." That's the "Number 50 Connection we noticed, the "50 SYNC." ------------------------------------------------------------------

IN THE SKY, TWO BALLOONS? WHITE & RED

Brooklyn, NYC, Jan. 29, 2002 -- Walking towards the newspaper office around 4:30 p.m., returning from a photo news assignment about a jewel hesit, I notice the beautiful sky in the west, with whispy strings of high white clouds. "Wouldn't it be nice to see some UFOs so I can photograph them with my newspapers Nikon camera," I think to myself.

Right then, just after the thought, as I aim my camera to snap a picture of the beautiful sky, out-of-nowhere, it seems, pop in a WHITE OVAL and a RED OVAL in tandem flight, apparently white and red balloons caught in a wind current going towards the north/northeeast from the west. I snap my photos, using he zoom lens, about six in all, with a few with a jetliner also in the area,

The "balloons" move together, attached, without wavering in flight -- no bouncing nor turning around each other, on a steady flight path. Their shapes remind me of EASTER EGGS or JELLYBEANS. They are in sight for about two minutes before disappearing behind a building.

The photos turn out well, clearly showing the Ovals, whatever they really are. It all seems curious, given my thought, my readiness.
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"ALICE: THE WAY OUT"

By Harold Egeln, NYC, January 31, 2002

Before seeing, for the first time and for free, the wonderful Broadway musical "Les Miserables" in the Times Square Theatre District last evening (1/30) I found myself taking part, as audience and performer and reviewer, in another scene in the "WOW!" play, as part of the current act that opened four days ago.

This took me to the West 50th Street - Broadway subway IRT subway station on the same block where the "Mars 2112 Club" is and across the street from where "Cats' once played.

I went onto the downtown subway platform to see the "Alice In Wonderland" wall artwork that a friend of mine had seen four evenings before. There were actually two ceramic mosaic tile artworks, roughly ten feet or more long and six feet high, each flanking the downstairs station turnstyles. And I saw two more on the uptown platform across the four tracks (two local and two express tracks).

The platforms were packed with people (it was around 7:00 p.m), so I waited until people boarded the train, so I can snap my pictures free of people. The wall ceramic mosaic artworks are under the title "ALICE: THE WAY OUT" by Lillana Porter, 1994, with Miotto Mosaics tiles. The artworks are composed of hundreds of small tiles, with the figures in blue on an orangey background.

In one the RABBIT is holding his pocketwatch in a hand, with an umbrella under his arm. He is looking at ALICE who is pulling at a BLUE CURTAIN. That is placed on the southwest corner of the front of the subway station. This is what my friend saw.

Past the turnstyles just to the north is another motif. The Queen, on the left, is holding a RED heart as she points to the RABBIT with his pocketwatch and umbrella. Above him is a large Mad Matter-type top hat, which appears black in my photos. Running towards them is a girl in a short skirt who does not appear to be ALICE. A mysterious man in a top hat is emerging into the scene from the right.

A very much real friendly, happy man, dressed ALL IN BLACK with beautiful dark brown skin strikes up a conversation with me. His first name sounds like Ames, and he talks to me about what makes for an intelligent person and what doesn't, then he boards a #1 train. I snap a couple more photos, then hop the first car of a train down to 42nd Street to get an uptown train.

I get on the last car of a new, ultra-modern silvery-colored train going uptown, which reminds some Spacers of a spaceship with an odd hum that is evocative of sounds associated with their experiences.

At 50th Street I disembark to take photos of the other two artworks, the first in the southeast corner showing ALICE on the left looking south, as the MAD HATTER, holding a RED Heart, runs towrads a Cardman with his paint can. The short-skirted girl runs toward them all. The Cheshire Cat's crescent Moon-like smile is above her.

Walking north by the turnstyles, there is the fourth motif. A man with a top hat and tails-coat, holding a walking stick, (Lewis Carroll?), runs towards the RABBIT, in the center, wearing is vest with a RED heart, blowing his TRUMPET, What looks lke an EGG runs towards the Rabbit. In the sky is the Cheshire Cat's Smile or Cresent Moon and a Star.

What fun it was snapping the photos, and people were nice enough to step away when theysaw me snapping away. Then onto "Kes Miserables, my mind racing with thoughs and feelings about all this, making links as I freely associated.

SYNCS -- CONNECTIONS, ASSOCIATIONS Now comes the "sticky wicket" part of the four "ALICE: THE WAY OUT" ceramic mosaic scenario, where things get spooky as the synchronustic patterns and assocations make connections and patterns which seem to have meaning and profound relevance, filling a basket of undeniable Confirmation, comfirming the Contact, all the pieces interlocking. Is this Alice showing us "the Way Out"? Are we of SPACE "Way Out There?" Is there a hint, even of funnymen Laurel and Hardy with their classic movie "Way Out West"? What I sense here is a crossword-like puzzle that spells "WOW!" Looking across the tracks from the downtown platform I think of the words on the uptown side, "Way Out." I mentally draw a curving line from the letter "W" to "O" and then proceed to draw an imaginary line (a superstring, for it must cross four train tracks) across the tracks to the downside platform where I stand. I connect that line from the "O" to the "W" in "Way" on my side. "Way Out Way" = WOW. Call it alphabetical math, if you will. Then I mentally do my line drawing again. From the "W" in "Way" on my side, I curve it to the "O" in "Out," then loop it acroos the four tracks back to the northbound platform, which is STRETCHING it, of course. But I'm having fun with my mental curving and superstrings. I connect that long lne from my side's "O" to a "W" in "Way" across the tracks. It loops again and again between the Impicate and the Explicit, like synchroncities, a bridge between mind and matter, according to phyicist David Peat, author of a fine book by that name. I get, of course, constructing in my subjective imagination, another "Way Out Way" = WOW. We have our WOW! looping back and forth, across TRAIN tracks (TRAINS being an encounter image in our dreams, as used so well in Collision Theory's "The Abduction Project.") Thinking of the Very Large Array of Radio Telescope Dishes in Sorroco, New Mexico, where Carl Sagan placed Dr. Arroway's SETI Project and "CONTACT" (arriving to the VLA with an escort of RABBITS lining the highway as told in Sagan's book), I realize that they are moved along TRACKS, placing me on a train of thought that leads me to Delaware, Ohio. The reason for images of TRAINS in encounter "dreams" becomes clear in The Matrix of Close Encounter Experiences! THERE IS REASONING. Staying on track, I think of the "BIG EAR" (yes, Rabbits, too, have big ears) RADIO TELESCOPE at the SETI Project at Ohio State University, where the unconfirmable but fascinating powerful 72-second long WOW! signal was recorded by Ehman in 1977. I note that if I draw a mental line across the tracks at the subway station, connecting the four ALICE artworks, I get a rectangle. It's proportions roughly match that of the Eig Ear Radio Telescope (BERT) created in the 1960's by Dr, John Kraus. It is not a round "DISH" type, as in the movie by that name. It consists of a 500 feet long by 360 feet wide aluminum ground plate, a rectangle the size of three football fields, according to the information on the BERT website. On either side of the ground plating there are two long rectangle components. One is a Flat Tiltable Reflector, 340 feet long by 100 feet tall, and a Parabolic Reflector, 350 feet long by 70 fee tall. The whole configuration remindsme of the configuration of the "ALICE" scenario at the IRT subway station. Now, CLEARLY, this is a concidence, and the functions are very, totally different. The subway platform in NYC cannot pickup radio signals from space, obviously, and Alice and her White Rabbit are not running all over BERT in Ohio. The Golf Game is Our Clue Here in the Treasure Hunt for True Contact. The Big Ear was dismantled in 1998 to make way for a Nine Course golf course, making for an additional nie holes on a nearby nine hole golf course. Now think of what explorer Byron LeBeau in mentioning the Dyker Golf Course, near where I live in Brooklyn, talked about the 19th HOLE PUB in Dyker Heights. What local trains, whiz kids out there in cyberspace, run along the TRAIN tracks at the 50th Street and Broadway IRT subway station? The #1 and #9 TRAINS! Math, a requirement in science, comes to play again, = 19! We have our 19 again, placed so suitablly and coincidentally (of course, by pure ACCIDENTIAL chance) so ELEGANTLY and INTRICALLY, with people in the RIGHT PLACE at the RIGHT TIME. And we have our number 50 entered into the equation: *The 50th Street subway station. *The "Draw 50 Aliens" coloring book, with all its syncs alone. *And....the 50 columns on Ehman's "WOW!" computer printout back in 1977, the 50 attempts to find the WOW Signal again. (There's even an aside to Laurel and Hardy, the funnymen of "The Big Noise." That being "WAY OUT West," as in the "WAY OUT" at the WEST 50th Street Station-- That must be the trickster at play.)

A CONTACT BY SERENDIPITY -- AND DESIGN? In Steve Spielberg's 1977 movie "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," people who had UFO encounters are drawn to "Devil's Tower" in Wyoming by a series of sychronistic images, where a secret government project was drawn to by "alien signals" for FIRST CONTACT. An Army officer there calls their coming there just a "COINCIDENCE." Scientist LaCombe, played by Francois Truffaut and modelled after encounter researcher/author and information scientist Jacques Vallee disagrees, calling it, in his French accent, "AN EVENT SOCIALOGICAL." More or less, that's what we have here in a more developed, finely orchested and tuned, way, with lots of different people, places, times, events, themes and symbols put together, becoming A MESSAGE to be DECODED. Now, listen to what the "BIG EAR's" creator, Dr. John Kraus (not in reference to UFOs at all, please, but SETI, to be very clear), said in an article that appeared in the Cleveland Plain Dealer's Sunday Magazine of September 18, 1994 (more on that date later as it relates to SPACE), when asked how a WOW! Signal may be discovered, eventually. "It may be something that is found serendipitously. Somebody looking for something else may stumble on it," he said in the piece by reporter Kawa in the article. "SERENDIPITY -- The faculty of making fortunate and UNEXPECTED DISCOVERIES by ACCIDENT (Coined by Horace Walpole after the characters in the FAIRY TALE, "The Three Prines of Serendip" who made such discoveries." (American Hertitage Dictionary) We have a MASSIVE INTRICATE INTERMIX of Serendipity, Synchronicites, Science, Art, Imagination and Pure Fun, and much more, at play here, working to CONFIRM CONTACT and DELIVER A MESSAGE. All we need are "The Serendipity Singers" -- the 1960s folk song group -- to play the background music now for these discoveries. We have been shown "The WAY OUT" to a SOLUTION with ANSWERS that both fit and exceed our questions. Before going to bed after seeing the Broadway play, I was looking for something I needed and came across a black and white photo from the 1970s. It was a photo of the RKO DYKER THEATER, a movie theater near Dyker Heights, the Brooklyn community mention bt LeBeau. On the marquee's side of the now-gone movie palace, reads the feature movie: PROOF WE ARE NOT ALONE -- "THE OUTER SPACE CONNECTION" Next to the movie palace, a photo taken at nighttime, is a store with these words in lights: "HEARING Aid Center." Somehow, in someway, "The BIG EAR" got its "HEARING AID" (S.P.A.C.E.?) (talk about "Listening"!) through this Breakthrough CONTACT making the Way "OUT-ER S.P.A.C.E. CONNECTION" -- through loops -- in the Dyker Theater connection with the Dyker Heights Gold Course, and, oh so much more! Then today (Jan. 31), I went to a local photo shop to have my Subway Platform photos of the ALICE moasics developed. ON "MY WAY OUT," as I left the shop I picked-up a local free newspaper, drawn immediately to a front page story about a government official who had his name changed from "WARREN WILHELM," the name in the smaller headline under the main headline. Immediate association of Warrens (RABBIT Burrow Colonies) and Williams (Wilhelm being the German variant of William) came right to mind. Then came the personal link, purely by chance, with the article's main headline "NAME DROPPER." Well, folks and rabbits, I just happen to write a column in my newspaper which is called "Name-Dropping." How more specific can all this get? And I know I'm leaving other associations out, but you ge the idea, I think. That is what we have found. That is what we are experiencing. That is what we have to say. The sincere UFO researchers try to give us a voice and see our experiences through their own findings. We have tried to tell people our stories, but the world is nt REALLY LISTENING. NOW -- A nonhuman lifeform, a cute furry one that hops and has big ears, and lots of stories about it, - THE RABBIT - has given us a voice, a chance to tell an extraordinary adventure of CONTACT. That RABBIT is the MASK of LARGER VOICES Speaking from the COSMOS.......

WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT, ALFY? : SOME MUSINGS By Harold Egeln, NYC, February 2, 2002 ALFY, Alien Life-Forms, Yes, but not necessarily "alien" nor "life-forms" as imagined in science fiction nor supposed by bio-astronomy, but perhaps a grand hyper-alive interactive information system able to interface with us, as an intrinsic part of that energywave, co-creating interactions and communicating, in images engendered "UFOs," synchronicties and all aspects of close encounters, open to interpretations by researchers and encounter explorers. This does not mean that there are not physical beings on far-off planets nor spaceships and probes that may transver the cosmos, or that an alien ham radio or TV operator is beaming their own "Howdy Doodys!" into space to be picked up, with the joy of scientific discovery by a SETI team. We of SPACE have had direct encounters with extraordinary lifeforms, some interactive CE5-type episodes, engendering all sorts of emotions and thoughts within us. And many of us have our own individual sense of these interactions and deal with them in our own ways. That is recorded in highlights on our website, along with the pages devoted to the WOW! CONTACT, our most amazing interaction. Our SPACE-WOW-CONTACT (SWC, if you will) need not be taken at face-value, as that is not being asked by us. "The Face" wears many "Masks." The forces behind this "SWC" seem to have an AIM, as hinted at the Alice: The Way Out IRT subway station episode when a man dressed all in BLACK, standing by Wonderland's Alice, spoke to me. His name, "AMES," I believe, seemed to be no accident, as it hinted of "AIM," as aim your radio telescopes to what is happening on Earth, the grand playing fields of True Contact. I learned today the exact location of the now-gone "19th HOLE BAR," the pub mentioned by Explorer LeBeau. It was at 86th Street and 14th Street in Brooklyn, near the huge Dyker Gold Course, in place there since the 1920s. That corner is across the street from the Dyker Park PLAYGROUND ("Play" being an association in our SWC material). At the location now is OPTICIAN store, selling glasses and CONTACT lenses, and other glasswear. I find that curious, as the assocation is HOW WE SEE, HOW WE PRECIEVE, and the LENS used in Opitcal Telescopes, and "CONTACT" lens. These apparent "contrived set-up circumstances" do not mean that an optician business replaced the 19th Hole Pub by alien manipulation to make a Deliberate References. But, it is of an ASSOCIATIVE nature conveying INFORMATION, which COMES to us AT THE RIGHT TIME and in the RIGHT PLACES, in a SPIKE of SYNC CLUSTERS, to be seen in the OVERALL CONTEXT of an "Event Sociological." If you get my drift? We need new Terms to understand these NEW WAYS OF KNOWING. Also, comprehending these events and episodes of the SWC requires a grasp of science, in particuar, as we've said, Quantum Physics, Astro-Physics, Cosmology, Noetic Sciences, Psychology, Theology and Ufology, among other researcher areas. So, what next with the SWC Material? It's been presented on an ongoing basis on the Internet for all who are interested to see, perhaps the ONLY ONGOING EVENT of its kind reported consistently and freely with only some speculation here and there. Apparently, major researchers have not followed these reports as they were placed. We know that there are those who may consider all this a run of looney tunes, or irrelevant material taking us away from where studies are needed, or that is is imagination and fantasy that is accepted as a real contact. As is their RIGHT, of course. SPACE has lost critical areas of support with these reports. But SPACE has also gained the wonderful support of brave people who think that something More Real Than Real is happening here, and we are grateful for that. That is the nature and need and glory of DEBATE. With this volume of material, do we pull it together into a PAPER or ABSTRACT and present it at a forum, such as MUFON's National Conference in Rochester this July? To Dr. Mack's PEER's Archives? To BUFORA, CUFOS, Dr. Sturrock's Scientfic Group, or any number of organizations inside the field of Ufology, or in some forum of Science or Mythology? Do we publish it as a book? A quite DIFFERENT BOOK that is INTERACTIVE, involving the PUBLIC as it has dozens of us? Is that how we are going to spread the story of this CONTACT? Would people be interested in a NEW FORM of INTERACTIVE "ENCOUNTER" BOOK that INVOLVES THEM in the TREASURE HUNT? To do that takes TIME, of which there is not much, and MONEY, and the funds and grants for this Material certainly cannot be had. Perhaps, taking a page from the Counter-Culture of the 1960s, which I was very much involved with, we can stage "Happenings" -- or, in this case "HOPPENINGS," given our RABBIT symbolism. That IS BEING PLANNED. Engaging people's CREATIVE PROCESSES in ways to attract attention and interest may make some of us AGENTS, not necessarily of a possible "ALIEN AGENDA" which could harm or help us, but as AGENTS of CHANGE, to open up ways to reach scientists, the public, governments and the mass media (of which I am ironically a part of!). The Creative Adventure, if it does not establish for sure the FACT of CONTACT, for that it was we have PROOF of NOW, may be a good, healthy exercise in bringing out what is best in HUMANS, and take us away, in small steps perhaps, from humanity's nightmarish binge of destruction, killing, violence, which threatens to destroy us and the planet, and all FUTURE DREAMS, the Dreams Where-In our POTENTIAL and FUTURE are nurtured. Through gently and PLAYFULLY spreading the knowledge of CONTACT, if nothing else, the Endeavor, one of OUR choosing without force, may be of a Grander Scale of CONTACT: CONTACT of a Hopeful HUMAN FUTURE, out among the stars and in the best Inner Spaces of Untapped Human Joy and Play, the fuel that may propel us to other Worlds, Realms and all sorts of WONDERLANDS. That seems to be part of the MESSAGE as DECODED thus far, putting us on "the long and winding road" with an aim of AMORE in the fullest sense as we shed the ARMOUR built up in so many ways since we uttered our first cry and our first laugh as babies. THIS CONTACT, one Larger Form of all the Contacts taking place around Spaceship Earth now, is ours to give others. That may be our next step. IF WE WISH. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"AIMS" By Harold Egeln, January 31, 2002 The happy, handsome man with the beautiful, smiling brown face, dressed all in black, who engaged me in brief conversation on Wednesday evening (1/30) as I started photographing the "Alice: The Way Out" mosaics reminded me of other such people -- all too real -- who just happen to pop up at the right time, in the right place and in the right context, like a Trickster at play, part of a SYNC serial and/or cluster occurrance, or a Ruppert Sheldrake "Morphic Field" : *** Explorer Meryl Johnson's Dancing Man, a handsome, tall, and snappily dressed smiling African-American man who danced upon to her on Christopher Street here in NYC some years ago. She was in a "down" mood. The man came right up to her, as other people looked on, and said to her: "Meryl, we haven't forgotten YOU!" She did not know the man, buy was mystified by the strange close encounter. *** The smiling African-American man, wearing a black jacket with a red Planet Earth on his coat's back, walking up stairs from the Atlantic Avenue subway station near the Williamburg Saving Bank skyscaper in downtown Brooklyn (Sept. 2000) who gave some performers from the Collision Theory ensemble a cheery greeting. They had just met with four of us from SPACE, interviewing us for their play "The Abduction Project," hearing about our experences with such "chance encounters. *** The young handsome African-American man who came running into an ice cream store where I and a friend where enjoying our ice creams, asking us when Daylight Savings Time began, and if we turn clocks ahead or back. It was mid-February, 2001, and Daylight Savings Time was about two monhs away, so it seemed odd to us to hear this. *** The young handsome African-American man who turned to me as he exited the rear door of a bus in New Jersey, in 1977, and looked directly at me saying, "YOU ARE GOING TO BE A LEADER IN SPACE." That made no sense to me then. As he left the bus, a #20, a STAR TREK Moving Company van passed by, framing his exit. And there are many other such unusual instances reported, along with the old MIB (Men In Black) stories starting with Gary Barker ("They Knew Too Much About Flying Saucers") and Fortean investigator and journalist John Keel in his "Mothman Prophecies" and Mount Misery acounts, as as portrayed in one of the "X-Files" episodes with Charles Nelson Reilly as a UFO book author, with the cigarette-smoking alien on the book cover. My "AMES" (mumbling to me as subway trains roared by) asked me what I was doing. "I'm a reporter and photo-journalist. I'm working on a story, actually a book about Alice In Wonderland connections in real life," I told him. He paused and said, "You know, this is all like that old phrase, "People with small minds talk about people. People with average minds talk about events. People with intelligent mnds talk about ideas. We're there as the last, I hope." Yes, I heard of that, I said. The happy man grabbed his black bag and ran to the next subway train, saying, "I'll be seeing you again! It will be a pleasure!" I waved goodbye. What fascinated me was his name, "AMES," as explained earlier. We've been taking AIM at what has been happening with the SYNCS. SETI AIMS its Radio and Opitical Telescopes skyward. We AIM, as researchers and encounter explorers to find answers to the mystery. The Unknown AIMS at us, in various ways, AIMING to get our attention. ********************************************************* A MOST STARTLING ACCIDENT Wednesday night, after seeing "Les Miserables" and taking my photos and eating supper, I played a tape of Gustav Mahler's Sympathany Number Threee as I drifted off to sleep. In the middle of a vivid, near-lucid dream I was startled awake by loud crashing sounds, a if the eceiling was falling, or shelves were grassing down, or if there was an earthquake, as I yelling, "Hey, What's Going On?" As the last crashng sounds were happening, I notice my space alien puppet swaying quickly at the edge of my telescope, Two of my articfical Christmas Trees had crashed down, scattering ornaments, breaking none. Everything fell to the back of my bedroom, except for one piece. When I awake there was a plastic bottle on my chest, apparently propelled the five feet from a shelf on which my 1967 Chritsmas tree fell. It bounced off my chest onto the floor. I bought the small green tree back in December 1967 at Bambergers (a Macy's store) in Newark, New Jersey. An old aluminium tree, given to me by a friend who was with me in Daltos during the SYNC on Saturday. The back of the room was a mess, but nothing broke. A decoration on my Bambergers tree was a toy "Planet of the Apes" plastic red bridge, less than a foot long, on which I had two little green space alien figurines, and they fell in the back. None of that was strange. What was strange was the plastic bottle which feel onto my chest and bounced onto my small Afgan rug. It was a Nestle NESQUIK Chocolate Milk DRINK bottle, the yellow bottle with the NESQUIK Brown and White BUNNY on it, that was connected with Feb. 2001's series of Sync Clusters.....Part of our RABBIT pattern, theme and symbology. Was I AWAKEN from a stealth encounter ("abduction)? it was "3:03" A.M. when I awoke with a terrified start. I don't think so. Was it an Earthquake? Unlikely since my roommate's room was not disturbed. It appeared to be an ACCIDENT. But it was SO LOUD when it all happened, A BIG NOISE....... It took me over a half-hour to cleanup the mess, and I found my two little green aliens figurines who had been standing on the little Red Bridge I had on my Bambergers Christmas Tree. I usually -- not always -- keep my Christmas decorations up until Candlemas, Groundhog Day, February 2. When I awoke in the morning, sleeping right through my radio music alarm, set on WQXR, "the Classical Station," I had to hussle to work, getting there LATE, as I was LATE for an important date, to get to work on-time. Right on MY WAY OUT of the appartment (flat), the idea for a fictional strory exploded in my head, and I spent parts of the day, while writing my newspaper articles, jotting down the words and ideas in my little pocket notebook. And a story emerged, my CREATIVE JUICES INTRUDING and the Creative Process flowing, about a BUNNY-MAN and a new adventure for ALICE. Was there a connection with the accident? Who knows....... ********************************************************* CORRECTIONS to earlier preceding accounts -- The great golfer ("THE 19TH HOLE" report), was not Gary PALMER, but Arnold Palmer. And the 19th HOLE BAR was on 86th Street and 14th AVENUE (not 14th Street). Mistakes and typos happen! *********************************************************

ALICE'S NEW ADVENTURE

A TRIP TO MAGONIA AND BACK An Inspired Short Fictional Fairy Tale, Kind Of, by Harold Egeln, Friday, February 1, 2002 +++ +++ +++ NEW YORK CITY, JUNE 12, 2012 Alice, after getting off a train from Tarrytown at Grand Central Station, arrives at a corner outside the Rose Center for Earth and Space to view the latest Planetarium Show: "Black Holes: A Looking Glass In The Dark." She is amazed to see someone dressed as a Very Large Bunny Rabbit, arrayed in a costume that is Black on one side and White on the other side, with a rainbow coloured vest, and a large pocket-watch in its hand. "Curious, it's not Easter," Alice says, as she approaches the Rabbit-suited stranger. On the table before the bunny, standing at the corner of West 81st Street and Central Park West, she notices toys, each with rabbit figurines inside. Oh, she says with delight, there are rabbits in toy trains, toy flying saucers, toy X-33 spaceships, toy zepplins, toy tellys and in small baskets. "Hello kiddo! What's your name?," says the man, it seems, in the Bunny Suit. She pauses. "Cheshire Cat got your tongue? Schrodingers Cat, then?" "My name is Alice, from Tarrytown, and I came to see the new planetarium show," she replies. And the Rabbit says, "Then let's not tarry but hurry before you miss your show about the black holes and them all being mirrors into invisible universes." Alice asks why it is there and why it is selling rabbit stuff, because its not Easter. "You're out of sync, Rabbit," she says. The Rabbit giggles. "That's just it! I'm in sync," it says. "But, ah, the world isn't. Most peoeple don't listen, that's the trouble. I get lost at Easter time with all those Easter Bunnies like Peter Cottotail, Peter Rabbit, Flopsy, and Vippy Bunny. But I am the SIGNAL in the NOISE, as folks say while golfing in Delaware, Ohio." "What Nonsense, but it sounds like fun," says Alice, puzzled by the Ohio mention. And who is Vippy Bunny? she wonders, as she looks again at the Rabbits Round Table. But now there seems to be more on it! There's an old CD by a rock group called "In Sync." She notices a musicbox, and turns it on. It plays two tunes quickly. "Here Comes Peter Cottontail" and "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Space," back and forth. "That makes no sense. Rabbits and ETs?" she wonders to herself. "Who... Are... You...?" Alices asks the Rabbit, who seems, between blinks of her eyes, to be a bit taller, then a bit shorter, and then a bit fatter, and a bit thinner. "Well, of course, Alice, I am Spacey Bunny from Sync City," it replies. "Where's that?" she asks. "Near Wonderland, a little further than Magonia, around the corner from Vega, a long way from Ohio, and much, much closer, now to Never-Neverland. Or is that really Nowhere Land?" Spacey Bunny replies, sighing as if sad and lost. "They say we may not be alone in the universe," the Rabbit says. "But I am all alone. A Lone Wolf. No, make that Lone Rabbit, little Alice."

Alice looked into Spacey Rabbit's face, noticing odd wavey lines in front of it. It seemed like she could see faces inside the Bunny Mask. A terrified woman screaming. An earnest British man with a red beard praying "watch this space." A beautiful woman saying "go away!" A little boy saying "come in through the door." A young girl with a small telescope in her eye, wondering. A man with white hair looking skyward. A thin woman singing. A nice-looking man asking for "Betty." All these faces and many more flashed by like meteors streaking across the sky. Then she saw a face with Big Eyes, like two Concave Oval Dishes with meshwork, as if gazing into Outer Space. Then the eyes on the face looked like two Deep Black Ovals, curving, as if gazing into Inner Space. "Why.... Are.... You.... Here....?" Alice asks the Rabbit, dazzled by what she seemed to see. She really couldn't be sure of what she saw. But's what's going on, a Rabbit on a late Spring day standing on a corner, working in mysterious ways. "My life, Alice, has been a wee bit like Harry Potter meets Beatrix Potter, an adventure into nonsense, I suppose. Do the names like Hopkins, Drake, Mack, Tartar, Jacobs, Saga, Vallee, Horowitz, Randells, Kraus mean anything to you, ring a bell?" the Rabbit, who seems at times to be a man, then a woman, then an androgyny, asks Alice. "Are they your Rabbit Friends?" she asks. Spacey Rabbit laughs. "Oh, No, Alice, that's very bunny funny. The only Rabbit friend I have is Harvey, an Invisible Rabbit standing to my right." "Harvey?" Alice says. "You know, that old movie about this actor -- I forget his name, now, some Air Force Major who was an actor and Had A Wonderful Rabbit. Oh, I think he was Major Coincidence, --- no, no, Jimmy Stewart." Spacey Rabbit looked at his large pocket watch. "My Big Ears! I'm late for a very important date! Have a night game of golf with King Arthur at three o'clock in the morning, you know." Alice looks at her watch. When she came to the corner it was 12 noon. It was now two mintes before noon, and as she saw the time, the Impossible time, she saw herself coming out of the subway station, heading her way! The Spacey Rabbit folded its table and everything on it vanished! "Oh it went into your black hole, in that planetarium. Or may a rabbit hole. As he limped -- or hopped with a limp -- across the road, heading, he said, for the Alice In Wonderland statue in Central Park, Alice cried out, "How did you get that limp?" "Oh, why chasing after a UFO to get on-board. Or maybe I was running off the UFO, escaping, maybe? See you again!" he shoted back to Alice, as she, puzzled by this all, went to the planetarium show, where she would learn about Space! Meanwhile, the Rabbit, passed a group of school childen in Central Park, as time, within moments became evening, twilight actually. The teacher, an astronomer he noticed, was telling them to aim their telescopes at the Bright White Full Moon rising over the buildings in the East. "Progress, progress," the Rabbit muttered. "We must all progress. We do that that through the wondering eyes of a child. That will make for One Giant Hop Into Space......"

Alice suddenly awoke. Her Digital Wall Clock said it was February 2, 2012, Groundhog Day. There was a TV picture in the corner of the Plasma TV-Clock showing a groundhog, who happened to be named Peter Pan. And the reporter said the cute animal could not see its Shadow. "Maybe the groundhog's shadow, with a name like that, is in Wendy's bedroom dresser draw," said the BBC Newscaster. "Or maybe aliens from Vega abducted Peter Pan's shadow," he joked. Alice's cat, one side black, the other side white, purred away at the edge of her bed, and saw that Alice had a mysterious but delightful smile on her face, and a strange thin, small scratch on her thigh, ringed by three red dots in a triangle. "Oh, Dinah my sweets, I had a most wonderful dream. It was so real, so vivid. Seems like I was in New York City!" Alice said. "Oh, my, Dinah, my pajama top is on backwards! How could that be?" Then the telephone rang. It was her father, the new Astronomer Royal of England who works at night at Jodrell Bank Observatory. "Wow, Alice, looks like we got a confirmed intelligent signal from way out in space!" her father say. "The Argus Omni-Directional Radio Telescope in Ohio received it first, and it's still repeating. We're all hopping about like bunny rabbits, we're so thrilled. It's been confirmed all over the world! This is finally .... IT!" Alice, excited about the discovery, which would be more important than Groundhog stories on this historic day, wondered about the dream, thinking, "What if all those other people who spoke of close encounters so many years ago were really right, in their own way, too?" "What if the world had listened to all those puzzled people whose faces I saw in that Rabbit's Face Mask in my dream? They just saw it all differently, that's all. I wish I could have one of thoses 'syncs' like that Bunny had," Alice said to Dinah, whose head waved side-to-side as if she, a little cat, really understood what the human said. Then Alice, always the curious girl, looked out the window into a huge field of wild flowers behind her nice olde English country village home. Her eyes filled with wonder at what she saw, saying, "I've never seen so many Rabbits before in that field! There are so many thousands and so many colours! And on this day of all days. How about that, Dinah." Dinah smiled and purred very loudly. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Story copywright 2002 @ Harold Egeln, NYC *******************************************************

ALICE'S NAP -- ARE WE ALONE? ARE WE AWAKE? By Harold Egeln, February 3, 2002 ++ +++ +++++ +++++++ +++++++++++ Alice, awed by all the rabbits, almost more so than her father's call about a confirmed "WOW!" intelligent signal from a far-away civilization WAY OUT in outer space, found her gaze settling on two peculiar rabbits out of the thousands, standing on either side of a lily. One bunny was all white and small, maybe a baby. The other was all black and huge, maybe about nine times as large as the white bunny. Fixed on them, they looked directly at Alice, as if they noticed her looking at them. "How odd," thought Alice. The Rabbits' eyes seem deep and a spiralling effect seemed to be going on inside their very large slanted eyes, spiraling inward. "Dinah, I'm so very sleepy, although I had a good night's rest with that dream...oh, so, so tired all of sudden," she said to her cat as she fell down, and drifted quickly into a very deep sleep...... ******************** Alice left from the Rose Center for Earth and Space in Manhattan. It was very dark. She looked at her watch. It was three o'clock, in the morning. "That's impossible! That can't be!" she said with great surprise. Alice thought, "I must have fallen asleep inside the planetarium. Or outside. Had a very vivid dream about being in an English village and saw lots and lots of rabbits in the Shire. And something about a call from an astronomer, who was my father, talking, if I remember right, about a signal from very real space people. Very strange." She smelled lilacs suddenly. "How sweet! How nice! The last scent of lilacs in Spring," she whispered to herself. Then she heard a really nice voice singing. Walking towards Central Park West she heard the words: "A spoonful of sugar will make the medicine go down!" That's a song from that old "Mary Poppins" movie from way back in the 20th Century, she thought. As she walked towards 81st Street to board the subway, she saw who was singing it. It was Spacey Rabbit, the man or woman wearing that bunny costume. "Greetings, Alice! I got back from my golf game near the Belevidere Castle in Central Park early," said the Rabbit. "Most of the ground was grassy, except for this odd grass-less patch near the puppet theatre. I vividly recall a story from a man once about a musician who said he met a woman from another world there, long, long ago." "Spacey, why are you out here at this hour with your table of rabbit toys and things? Nobody will come to you, it's so very late," Alice said. "Yes, Alice, it is late," said Spacey looking at the pocket watch which had missing hours. "But, you know little one," he said, looking skyward, "they ask, those astronomers in that wonderful planetarium, ARE WE ALONE?" "Before they really ask that great question, maybe they should first and foremostly ask, "ARE WE AWAKE?" said the Rabbit. Then a dashing young man, all dressed in black and wearing a bright red top hat up rushed to them. "I am the Mad Manhatter, from Manhattan," of course. The Rabbit seemed to know him, as the two mysterians stood side-by-side, held hands and started dancing on the nearby grass. They then sang, each saying a different name tunefully. Teng-Mu. Williams. Fowler. Shostak. Fuller. Marcy. Hynek. Tarter. Lorenzen. Williams. Nebel. Sagan. Michel. Morrison. Sanderson. Cocconi. Williams. Edwards. Townes. Keel. Schwartz. Van Tassell. Borucki. Williams. Barker. Sullivan. Blum. Oberg. Strieber. Peat. Wilkins. Keyhoe. Williams. Lessing. Bruno. Ruppelt. May. Jessup. Hill. Then they stopped -- leaving an odd pattern of a rabbit-shape on the grassy lawn where they playfully danced -- and headed back to the corner as Alice, giggling but puzzled, scratched her head. "I know they're not rabbits. But why REPEAT a name like Williams?" she said. "There are so many of them, like rabbits multiplying -- they do that, you know, because they are ALIVE, and like odd coincidences repeating -- they do that too because they are even MORE ALIVE in a manner of speaking that no one really knows for sure, Alice. We couldn't keep up with them all after awhile," said the Mad Manhatter. They said farewell to Alice as she boarded a bus which happened to becoming behind a fire engine. "We'll see you again! Meet us at the Corner of Reality, Anytime!" they said in sync. At Grand Central Station she called her Uncle William B. Williams, a night cook, at Bob's Diner in Brewster, as her parents were sound asleep. As she finished her call, laser lights suddenly swept the station's ceiling, filled with stars of the constellations. It was some sort of new laser show, every hour all day, called "Time and Space and Beyond." She hopped onto her train and fell into a deep sleep and Awoke To An Entirely New Dream, back in England on Easter Sunday 2012. Mahler's "Resurrection Symphony Number 3" was playing on the Plasma Multi-Media Wall Unit. Dinah was resting next to Alice, staring at her. Alice said to her cat, "The dream never ends. We're all dreamers within many dreams. But now I am MORE AWAKE in these dreams. We can create our own adventures now, brand new ones that nobody ever thought possible! What Wonderlands are all around and in us all, if we only change our perceptions. Dinah, we're NOT ALONE!" ******************************************************** Copyright 2002 @ Harold Egeln *********************************************************

Okay, here's a story told, about a new adventure for Alice, just a hop and a skip away, A tale that started to flow through Egeln's mind, while he worked on regular news stories, as the Creative impulses surged through Egeln' s mind during te day, intruding it seemed. This was only hours after the two Christmas trees fell down in his bedroom in the middle of the night, scattering ornaments, and sending a Nesquik Bunny bottle flying five feet across the room, bouncing off Egeln's chest, waking him in a tumult of big noise, and onto a rug. So what? Friday night, (Feb. 1), he gets a call from a Spacer friend, checking up with him. Egeln tells him about the bedroom incident. "The Nesquik Bunny fell to your chest, for that is where your heart is," the friend said. "Harold, have you seen 'The Mothman Prophecies' movie,?" he asks. "Well, I read the book ten years ago," Harold replies. "Harold, I just saw it recently. It was really very good. You've got to see it. There's a lot of synchronicties in it," the friend says. "I plan to see it tomorrow, Saturday," Harold says. SPACE, through the Breakthrough Material, his friend says, "has basically solved the UFO mystery. It's no longer a mystery because of all this." "Maybe Yes, maybe No," Egeln says to himself, knowing that the CONTACT continues, and even though it's confirmed, it still raises many more qusetions. Saturday morning, at a newsstand before eating breakfast out with a friend, they buy the Saturday newspapers. On a newspaper rack, a local Brooklyn newspaper's first page or two are turned open at the top corner. The last half of a headline can be seen. It reads, "IS ANYBODY LISTENING?" (A headline that has nothing to do with "UFOsm"it seems. That little "maybe yes, maybe no" minor coincidence was just the start to the amazing events of Saturday, when "Mothman" sort of met the "Rabbit," as will soon follow." CONTACT with ourselves, our deeper identities, "our inner alien" or something far grander, must be made first before CONTACT, now made, is fully realized in the course of time. Here's what actually happened on Groundhog Day, 2012. "The Case for UFOs" was not only made, but any doubt about the proof and confirmation of the episodes is now gone, as we shall see....

A REAL GROUNDHOG DAY ADVENTURE BEGINS

The Very High Strangeness events of the weekend of February 2 and 3, 2002, centered around Groundhog Day, came, as usual, unexpectedly. We will begin to detail those here soon, as they are many associations and an even more remarkable series and patterns of "SYNCS" which will take a few days to enter here.

But first another response, as we sit around our ROUNDTABLE at the Cosmic Grand Central CyberSPACE-Land Station, e-mailed on Sunday afternoon, February 3, -- a reply to SPACE's "Confirmation of Contact" Alert mailed out on Sunday, January 27th......

"Hi, Harold -- Happy Groundhogs Day! (Reminds me of the Bill Murray movie of Repeating Events.) Thought I'd send you a note adding to your symphoy ofWOWs. The other day I was inspired to look for a movie to rent from the local library. Realizing it's due back Monday (tomorrow), I walked into the bedroom and told my husband I'd sit and watch it with him, but first I had to check my e-mails for the (whole) week. So here I sit now responding to your "Confirmation of Contact" E-Mail and getting ready to watch my rented video of "THE DISH." Be Well, (A Spacer)

[NOTE: Last weekend's search for THE DISH video led to a series of SYNCS reported earlier here. It was only a preview of even more this weekend.]
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ALICE'S DAYDREAM STROLL IN THE SHIRE By Harold Egeln, February 4, 2002 Alice gazed dreamily at the beautiful Shire where she saw all those rabbits, and went outside for a stroll there, wrapped in a daydream, Dinah tripping along. Am I here home in Cheshire? Or I am home in Westchester? Do I live in both places at the same time? "You live in both places at the same time. And nowhere in particular at no specific time," she heard a voice from nowhere she could place. Surround-sound, she thought. "You live in Non-Local-Cality, at all time, everywhere at once, as I do. You are all over." "Who's there? Where are you?" Alice asked, seeing no one. "As I said, I am everywhere at everytime," replied the voice from the invisible. "As are you and all others." Among the wildflowers she saw a shimmering shape, a form she could not identify, like in that Jodie Foster movie, "CONTACT," on a beach lightyears away. Then it slowly became a large Black and White Rabbit, the one in her dreams of the New York City planetarium. "Spacey Bunny! Hello!" she shouted. "Well, close, Alice. Right now I am Spacer Rabbit. Hope I look like a bunny rabbit," said the shimmering rabbit figure, fading in and out of view. "Here's a pair of Discovery Channel binoculars. They can be adjusted to see many dimensions of reality, as well as many viewpoints, depending on your state of mind. Just relax and look through them and listen to what your heart tells you." Alice put them on. "Tell me what you see, please, sweet child," Spacer Rabbit said. A quick succession of figures and forms came, merged together and became someone else." She saw what looked like a giant winging human-like creature. "A Mothman," Alice said. In quick succession the forms change and Alice rattled off what she saw, describing them as best she could, in words that seemed to be those of others at times, either their "names" or what they looked like. "Quazgaa - Drago - Orthon - owl - Gray - elf - Insectoid - wolf - Zar - succubus - Visitor - cat - Pinocchio - gnome - Pan - Arroway - Zeta - ghost - rabbit - fairy - Jersey devil - deer - Alice... Oh, I see myself!" she said, surprised. "Look above and tell me, in your words, what you see," said "Alice" speaking to "Alice." "Look at that bouncing light and see how it looks to you." "A flying shield -a wheel within a wheel - an airship - a foo fighter - a ghostly rocket - flying saucer - a diamond - an orb - a train - an oval cloud - a spaceship - a fire engine, and, oh my, a lot more, but it's going all so fast now, I can't keep us with it at all!" Alice said. "This is all nonsense!" Alice said to "Alice." At which point her "Alice" split into all the figures she had seen and a lot more. Once again they said a lot of names, meaning little to her. "Andrews, Goddard, Andresson, Schrodinger, Menger, Mitchell, Huneeus, Kaku, Downing, Greene, White, Klaatu, Terenzi, Tesla, Leslie, Kirlov, Mndy, Greer, Roddenberry, Johnny Jupiter, Hoagland, McDonald, Viv, Carter, Leslie, Mosley, Menger, Simon, Scully, Stringfield, Mantell, Arnold, Carpenter, Hinds, Crusader Rabbit," at which time the names came so fast she could not keep track, a blur. But their were so very many! A black steam engine, without tracks, was suddenly standing before Alice. The conductor, the black and white rabbit, whoever really was, looked at its pocket watch, with the missing hours. "All aboard!" the Rabbit said. Alice hopped on. On board, as she walked through the train, where everyone and everything she had seen and whose name had been mentioned, and many more. Then she heard the Rabbit Conductor announce the next destination, her stop, she just happened to know.... "ALICE -- The WAY OUT." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Copyright 2002 @ Harold Egeln ++ +++ +++++ +++++++ +++++++++++

AT THE WATER AND WATERING HOLES By Harold Egeln, Feb. 3, 2002 Before we get into the SYNCS of Groundhog Day weekend, a few notes here. In the story "ALICE's NAP: Are We Alone? Are We Awake?" we get into the essence of CONTACT, and the approaches, all very fine, of course, of SETI and UFO people. SETI people are still looking, as they should. UFO people, researchers and us encounter explorers are trying bravely to find out what our Contacts are all about, in our own ways and through groups and researchers. all seeing parts of the BIG PICTURE. SETI is searching for its "Water Holes" -- the microwave vibrations in a narrow band of radio and television noise, briefly and simply stated, where they hope to find an alien intelligent transmission from outer space. Our search, as reported specifically here apart from other UFO research, has led us, through playful whimsy with a series of "Merry Pranks" in synchronistic patterns to "The 19th Hole Bar," the pub near the golf course that made associatios, by inference, to the "Big Ear" SETI search in Ohio. We got our "WATERING HOLE" -- a Brooklyn pub -- which is a "WATER-HOLE" of a different kind than SETI's, achieved through human experience as human curiosity has taken us through an adventure with an UNKNOWN INTELLIGENCE. (We need, as Dr. John Mack says, a Science of Human Experience. We got it here, my friend!) We of SPACE and our friends and associates did not PLAN this. We experienced it and reported it all as it happened, thanks to the marvels of the INTERNET, originally a forum for scientific exchange and exploration. What we've been led to is what APPEARS to be a MUCH VASTER kind of Internet of interlocking, interweaving and interfacing LIVING INFORMATION NETWORKS, very much alive, both responsive and intrusive in our lives, that can assume many shapes, forms, methods and ideas as it all INTERFACES with us. "Are We Alone?" comes with the Question of "ARE WE AWAKE?" The nature of CONTACT we are NOW very much involved with, among all other forms of Contact on this Planet, seems to involve Contacting our Inner Spaces... which gets us into Outer Space or WHATEVER is the true nature of the UNIVERSE through which we still see, as a civilization, into "mirrors in the dark," as a friend, Arnold Bergier coined that phrase for a book. After seeing "THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES" movie (which we will soon talk about here as it blended into my and others lives this weekend) for a second time today, I looking into some SETI websites I have saved and enjoy readig. I clicked on one of my favorites, "SETI at U.C. Berkeley." When I did, my screen flashed: "THE PUBLISHER REFUSES TO GIVE YOU ACCESS TO THE REQUESTED PAGE." Shocked, I wondered if SETI there barred access to SPACE??? That made NO SENSE. The Non-Sense Factor (Trickster?) at play perhaps. On my second attempt, I got in A-OK. No problemo! In the Site I was immediately drawn to a News Item on the Homepage, dated December 21, 2001, about a new working partnership between the SETI Institute and the AMES (I repeat, AMES) Research Center at Moffets Field in California. I am familiar with the Ames Center. But what grabbed my attention was AMES connected with SETI as "AMES" was the name of the jolly Man In Black I just happened to encounter at the West 50th Street #1 and #9 Subway Station on Wednesday evening as I photographed the ALICE mosaics -- and made the connections with the Big Ear Array in Ohio, and a lot MORE. So, today (Feb. 3), the name "AMES" as the nice man was named, with its association, by inference of course, with "AIM," gained a new Level of Association, and thereby another SYNC (Boy we've had so many!!) with the AMES Research Center!!! The news release (I am a professional news reporter, so I can print it here) explains: "The SETI Institute Partners With The Ames Research Center's Kepler Mission...The NASA Discovery Kepler Mission will seek evidence for Earh-sized planets in orbit about Sun-like worlds. This partnership represents an excellent fit between the SETI Institute and NASA's mission, both of which seek to discover life beyond Earth." The Kepler Space Telescope Mission Principle Investigator, WILLIAM (of course) BORUCKI is quoted in the press release: "With this cutting-edge capability, Kepler mayhelp us answer one of the most enduring questions humans have asked throughout history. Are there others LIKE US in the UNIVERSE?" Yes, a Very Fine Question Indeed! And oe that SETI and others must pursue. But, let us ask a Bigger Question, the one we've Searched for here in our tiny, makeshift, voluntary effort called S.P.A.C.E., along with others, here on Earth "like us." How about this Question: "Are there others NOT LIKE US in the UNIVERSE?" According to a very few responders to our SPACE-LAND Survey, SO FAR, CONTACT not only has definately been made with OTHERS in the UNIVERSE --- But THEY ARE NOT "LIKE US!" And that's what much of the nature of Contact -- now CONFIRMED, at least here -- is all about. It does not send us radio and TV signals from afar (although it seems aware of us being in the right place at the right time in front of our TV sets and radios.) And it seems we are "Communicating" with this Source, carrying on a strange dialogue, in their very own ways but connecting with images and themes we can comprehend, and giving us new ways to preceive Reality beyond our individual sense of Reality and the general Consensus Reality in which society functions. The SETI Institute is located on LANDINGS Drive in Mountain View, California. The Green Bank Observatory, which launched the first SETI Search in 1960 (Project OZMA) led by Frank Drake, is located in WEST VIRGINIA...... Which brings in the WEST VIRGINA SYNC again, through "October Sky" and "A Beautiful Mind," with their starring subjects from West Virginia, and it also leads us to JOURNALIST John Keel's investigation of reports of a strange creature and lights in WEST VIRGINIA in 1966 and 1967, in his book "The Mothman Prophecies," and now the movie by that name -- perhaps, in my own opinion -- one of the best movies ever about the True Nature of CONTACT and SYNCS. Oh, it all ties together, Mothman, Rabbits, UFOs, SETI and far, far more, as we will NOW INVESTIGATE........

ARE WE ALONE? ARE WE AWAKE? ARE WE LISTENING? "After school she (young Ellie Arroway) had ridden her bike to a little park on the lake. From a saddlebag she produced THE RADIO AMATEUR'S HANDBOOK and A CONNECTICUT YANKEE IN KING ARTHUR'S COURT. After a moment's concentration, she decided on the latter. Twain's hero had been conked on the head and awakened in Arthurian England. Maybe it was all a dream or a delusion." "The book was better than the movie....In both, Pinocchio -- a life-sized wooden boy who is magically roused to life -- wore a kind of a halter...When Gepetto is just finishing the construction of Pinocchio, he turns his back on Pinocchio and is promptly sent flying by a well-placed kick. At that instant the carpenter's friend arrives and asks him what he is doing sprawled on the floor. 'I am teaching,' Gepetto replies with dignity, 'the alphabet to the ants.'" (---from Carl Sagan's "CONTACT," pp.8-9) "There's never a single shred of evidence... It can't be explained rationally...Their motives aren't human... You notice them. And they notice that you notice them... Have you ever tried to explain yourself to a cockroach..." Physics Professor "Alexander Leek," (played by Alan Bates) author of "The Visible Dark," talking with "Washington Post Reporter John Klein" (Richard Gere) in the 2002 movie based on John Keel's "The Mothman Prophecies." *********************************************************

"INVISIBLE WORLDS" (PERHAPS) & ALLEGORY Personal Commentary by Harold Egeln, Feb. 5, 2002 Putting your neck out can cause the head to be chopped off. "Off with her head!" shouted the Queen in "Alice In Wonderland" to Alice, who was placed on trial. Wonderland, with all its merry nonsense, had its dangers and troubles for Alice. So it is here in ufology, which gets mired in petty squabbles and personal attacks among themselves, (as it does in scientific research and other areas) such as being directed at me right now as I report what is actually happening to me and others. In effect, I am being told to stop reporting on these "syncs" by people within the UFO research field, even to the point ofgoing "bunny-bonkers," and, of course I forgive those who try to silence voices, out of my deep love for all which lives. This "SPACE-LAND" and our website is not the place to dwell on the negative but to look on the positive,,, It is a place for the Joy of Discovery to roam freely without fear of preators, human or nonhuman, with discovery being the reward of Human Curiosity engaged in trying to know what resists knowing, even if it take us into places that appear nonsensicle and wasteful. "An Invisible World of Particles (Perhaps)." A headline on our website? No, the headlne in today's Science Times section of The New York Times (2/5/02, p. F1) preceding an article by science writer George Johnson tiltled "Years of Research Yield Nothing, And That's Good News for Physicists," centered around the current work Fermilab, the high-energy physics lab outside Chicago with its giant Tevatron, the world's most powerful particle accelaerator. The scientists, by slamming particles together, are looking for evidence of an invisible micro-scopiic reality, "exotic wisps of SuperSymmetric particles -- SUSY's for short." Physicists, Johnson writes, "like to picture the range of energies generated in the accelerators as a great expanse -- a vast, abstract rainforest (not a desert, they hope) teaming with HIDDEN BEASTS." The project has its critics and detractors, "but the champions of the experiment stand by their conclusions," Johnson writes, even though they are hghly controversial. "Many physicists have long believed that for all the building blocks in the world," Johnson writes, "-- the Quarks, Electrons, Photons and so forth -- to fit neatly together, there must be things called supersymmetric particles. Quarks must have hidden partners called 'Squarks,' Electrons must be accompanied by 'Selectrons,' photons by 'Photinos.' 'SPARTICLES,' they sometimes call these Inhabitants of THE SHADOW WORLDS," So what does all this have to do with our CONTACT and Close Encounter Explorations? In this brief reference to particle and invisible sparticle science, talking about particles that do Matter (as in pyschical matter itself) and sparticles that "don't matter" (kind of a Mad Hatter realm if you will) because they are hidden from our reality, unless Fermilab can discover their silent, invisible interactions on known visible and tangible particles by inference, we find similarities to encounter experiences and research, and the nature of CONTACT. While the physicists explore the elusive Micro, we encounter explorers, experiencing and searching in the Macro have found (by inference naturally) an Invisible Universe that exists side-by-side amd within ours, interacting at various intersections and displayed as Mothmen, ETs, elves, UFOs, and a whole assortment of "HIDDEN" lifeforms, kind of the equivelent (but not entirely so) to the physicists' theoritical Squarks, Selectrons, Photinos, Gluinos, Winos, Zinos and Higgsinos. Kind of, sort of, but ours is on a far larger scale, and depends on how the Observer (us) is being aware of the Observed, who is Aware of the Observer (US), and bridge of perception is built as best as the Interface can construct. The daner is in the interperation and the Making of Meaning, and worst, belief. "Cosmologists are also following the (physicists' treasure) hunt," writes Johnson, going back to the NY Times article. "Beyond their aesthetic appeal to partticle, SUSY's are a prime candidate for dark matter, the INVISIBLE GUNK that may account for some 90 percent of the universe." (Hence my story of Alice seeing a Whte Rabbit and a Black Rabbit, nine times larger than the small white bunny). A fellow, who is mostly a serious guy, needs to have a little healthy fun with this!!!!! Have I lost you? Perhaps. Perhaps not. For years many encounter explorers have lived alone with their encounters, witnesses shunned by the world, alone with the terrors, wonders and puzzlements of their interaction with a phenomen which assumes so many shapes, apparently based on how we perceive and experience Consensus and Individual Reality.

WHY THESE NEW "ALICE" STORIES? YOU ASK Metaphor and allegory are wonderful tools of approximation. Harold has gone "bunny-bonkers," some are now saying, descending into fantasy and destroying the need for thoughful approaches to ufology, going off-the-wall. In the Romantic mid-19th Century, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson was a brilliant matematician at Christ Church College in England, and wrote "Euclid and His Modern Rivals," a book I enjoyed as a 10-year-old. But, as Lewis Carroll, he wrote "Alice's Adventures In Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There," stories beloved by children and adults alike, including Walt Disney, in his 1951 classic movie, and an earlier pre-Disney one in 1933. For some reason the CONTACT has brought us the "Alice" theme to help explain both itself and ourselves, forming a whimisical bridge. My little Alice stories of the past week, which some regard as "silly" and "madness," are here for a reason. I am not briliant nor even a good writer and journalist, nor a spiritual guru, and would probably be better off spending my time living out of garbage cans. But I, like so, so many wonderful encounter explorers and eager SETI scientsts are searching for TRUTH -- one about the Contact they have and the other the Contact they want. Ironically, our piece of CONTACT, bridged AT FIRST between England, New York and California on June 12, 2000 by three very curious and frustrated struggling humans, all three in a search for TRUTH, set-off the "WAKE-UP" Alarm that led to this ongoing Contact, which is now Confirmed. The new little ALICE stories that I was feveriously inspired to write after the nighttime Crash of my Two Towers of Christmas Trees in my bedroom a week ago at three A.M. may not be well understood or even well-written, and contain annoying typos. But they are allegories on two levels: ** Ten years from now are we Encounter Explorers (experiencers, abductees, contacteews or whatever) going to be lonely, lost souls standing around on street corners, reduced to Eccentritic Curiousities and Apparations who tried to tell our widely diverse stories as WITNESSES who no one really listened to? Perhaps only an INNOCENT, WIDE-EYED CHILD, like ths new "Alice" of 2012 would understand, because being childlike is an entrance into the Realm of Truth where live may one day thrive. ** The allegorical short stories are attempts to show that Encounter Explorers (experiencers and UFO researchers with their widely different interpretations of the phenomena) and SETI astronomers SHARE SOMETHING IN COMMON. Since 1960 when the first SETI attempt, Project OZMA at the Green Bank Observatory in West Virginia (the state of Hickim, Nash, an Mothman), was launched, to the current SETI searches now in 2002, we've had 42 years of apparently fruitless searches to find even one alien "Howdy Doody Show" broadcast from another world or off-world probe. Since 1947 when "Flying Saucers" caught the public's imagination and the media's ridicule, ufo-researcher have not found one surefire confirmation of otherworldy interaction, through sightings, abductions and visitations, on this planet, according to the world's view. Both SETI and UFOLOGY are in the same boat (Spaceship Earth) and passengers who are not talking to on another and listening, for the most part. Yet they share a basic commonality. WITHIN the "MESSAGE" of our CONTACT HERE, WHO-EVER and WHAT-EVER is using the Universal Commnication System that runs through the many layers of reality and perception and consciousness, is trying its best, through PLAY and WORK, to show us all the common interests (though worlds apart), of those WHO ARE SEARCHING for LIFE BEYOND PLANET EARTH (SETI's brave souls), and those of us WHO HAVE DISCOVERED and are boldly EXPERIENCING THE CONTACT ALREADY IN PROGRESS (apparently one that's always been with us). The entire presentation of our Contact is an astounding display of am Awesome Intelligence showing us what "THEY" are like in so far as they experience a Wider Reaity -- as we notice them and they notice that we notice them, as is said in a current movie, soon to be discussed here. In a way, a NEW SCIENCE is emerging requiring "Sychronicists" composed of psychologists, quantum and noetic scientists, physicists, artists and other to create that new field of study, and, thereby, work for a Science of Human Experience, leading us to the greater universe of the Nonhuman.

ALICE'S VISIT TO THE DREAM-SYNC LAB There were many doors and widows in this new dream. "Which should I open?" Alice thought. She opened the door with a mirror in it. "Welcome to the Dream-Sync Lab," said a very gentle voice with no visible source, but which seemed to be echoing from everywhere at once. "Call me Higgy Higgsino. You may not find where I am or who I am, but you bumped into me when you opened that door, giving me a voice," said Higgy. "If you did not interact with me, you'd never know I was here." "Does it matter?" asked Alice. "It doesn't matter, in a sense Alice. Call me and my relatives anti-matter, sparticles or rabbits. We're always here, everywhere at once, and nowhere at all. There is far more to reality that anybody could ever conceive." *********************************************************

THE "MOTHMAN" SYNCHRONICITIES

What follows is the Mind-Twisting series of subtle and intricately related events that started on Februray 2nd 2002, and which kept on through confirming patterns, recurrent themes and images and, much more as if it was going wild. And which connected with most of what came before, as reported on these pages.

We have been "led" from our daily lives into a Wonderland which is all round and in us, as it seems to want us, in general, to awaken in the layers of dreams, including that called reality --- at least that is how it seems.

This adventure is centered around the amazing sychronistic impacts of "The Mothman Prophecies" (premiered in U.S.movie theatres on February 1, 2002,) with its proactively participatory and interactive means of devilery and commuication for some of us. It came, like the other sync-related events and insighs, in unexpected ways, as usual.

For me, what has been uncovered is not surprising to me, as it reminds me of things that are dormant within side of me, -- but it may disturb the ontology of many people, or even turn some people off because it carefully documents a pattern of reality that does not play in the manner "reality" works for most people.

"Alice" does not live "here" anymore. She lives there and here, everywhere and every time all at once.

Revolving around an absorbing, entertaining, thoughtfully creative movie which deals basically with synchronicity as applied within the Close Encounter Experience, "The Mothman Prophecies" leaps off the movie screens and into our heads and hearts...and emerges into our daily reality, at least mine, as youshall soon see,

How can that be? We will inform you here of how that has been working out in a very playful manner. Media reviewers misunderstand the movie, for the most part. But it can give people a glimpse of what we, as encounter explorers, really experience, with our feelings and our thoughts.

It acts as a film bridge between mind and matter, heart and soul. The movie enters my life intimately and of those around me, and we become part of not only the movie, but the phenomena that propelled the film to the screen from journalist John Keel's book, originally published in 1975.

Because the movie is currently in movie houses, we cannot describe all that happens and what is said (I took copious notes in two viewings on the weekend of February 2-3).

What will be done here is to relate certain elements of the movie, (which we highly recommend that you see!) especially as applied to our breakthrough through SPACE and how "Mothman," like our rabbits and related symbols, are very much alike in behavior, presentation and methodology.

There are connections with my Christmas trees crashing (before I saw the movie), what happened at the IRT subway station with the study and possible associative meanings of the ALICE mosaics (again before I saw the movie), and other such instances ocurring before and after the movie.

"There's never a single shred of evidence" about close encounter incidents, the fictional journalist John Klein (Richarad Gere) says to former physics professor Alexander Leek (Alan Bates), in a scene in a library, who says that "it can't be explained rationally."

"Their motives aren't human," says the fictional Prof. Leek. "You notice them. And they notice that you notice them."

I was surprised by this movie, for unlike many wonderful movies about the Close Encounter Experience, it demonstrates what WE as experiences of this go through.

And the public is interested, as I will tell you here. Strangest of all, the release of the mvie seemed to be timed with our CONFIRMATION of CONTACT, and relates to so many elements of what we experience and conveys it so well, for those willing to EXPERIENCE the movie.

The "Syncs" in the movie are well-crated by it filmmakes, who appear to understand how this works amd plays out very well. But there also seem to be SYNCS IMPLANTED WITHIN THE MOVIE that its makers may have been unaware of themselves, but which became obvious tome upon my second viewing.

It is my hope that we can invite and have the author of the book that inspired the movie, JOHN KEEL, (who writes so beautifully of this encouner experience in his book); the brilliantly perceptive director MARK PELLINGTON (who conveys how this all REALLY happens and displays a sincere interest in portraying this experience); and actor RICHARD GERE (who fought to get this movie out there to the public) all together at a Roundtable SPACE PUBLIC Forum here in New York City sometime this Spring.

BUT I am gettng ahead of myself here.

When I was a 12 year old boy in seventh grade in the same school in Irvington, NJ from which I would be expelled one year later, I wrote an enigmatic and lyrical short story, which I understood but I knew nobody else would.

UFOs, "aliens", life on other worlds were never mentioned in my story AT ALL; they were conveyed in cyrptic ways by subtle hints. But it was all about that and how humans perceive reality.

I really believed I did a lousy job of writing, as I still do with all I write. My English teacher, Ann Beatty-Schmidt, (whose sister married the wonderful actor Ralph Bellamy that year), told me it was so good that I should become a writer and author once I became an adult, and gave me an A plus for that story and others that had nothing to do with my topic.

Of course, I felt not worthy of her nice and gentle encouragement, because of a persistent poor self-image and a bundle of insecurities and self-doubts, stemming from constant verbal abuse and schoolyard taunts that plagued my young life.

But that short story that gave reason for a wonderful teacher to encouraged me to be a writer was written about what we experence in close encounters, and I recognise, in the words of Keel's very vital book and Pellington's and screenwriter Richard Hatem's wonderful movie, elements of that short story I wrote when I was a skinny, shy and homely boy of 12.

The story was thrown in the garbage a year later, with my telescope, astronomy and UFO books at the advice of the school system's psychologist in Irvington (a large town named after the writer Washington Irving).

I share this personal true story here with you now, not for your sympathy, --- but let the reader know what some of us encounter explorers go through in this world that ignores and laughs at the stories of many witnesses.

And it is a statement -- not a criticism -- about how some within the UFO research field are now trying to suggest, for my own good, that what we report here in this "CONTACT" be hidden from the public as it may hurt Ufology and damage the credibility of this research, and make witness look silly.

Rather than yield to this pressure, which has been both direct and indirect, we will continue to discuss what happens and to stand by these reports, which need no embellishment nor need to be repressed.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," said a fellow researcher, saying it's "pure speculation" and "a diversion."

We must report honestly what we experience and observe. As a journalist I have a duty to searching for the Truth. Having been traumatized by mean and abusive people in my life, I must speak out, not of the trauma but to sail towards transformation.

"Most people can't see this unless they've had some sort of trauma in their life," said fictioal physics professor Alexander Leek (Alan Bates) in the "Mothman Prophecies" movie. Yes, indeed.

So, here are the episodes, under the title of "The Mothman Synchronicities," offered for YOUR CONSIDERATION and INFORMATION. It will take a few days to enter the information (it's now Feb. 6), but just WATCH THIS SPACE.

--- Harold Egeln, Wednesday, February 6, 2002

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Corrections And Notes As I am unable to have access to these pages towards the end of this website after entries are entered, as the storage space is near saturation, I cannot now correct many typos and mistakes. And given that I am exhausted fom writing news articles all day for my newspapers (about schools, police news, politicians, auto deaths, civic groups, and so much more), I will make typos and mistakes here, since I have no one to proofread this. So, please note that "THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES" opened in NYC theaters on January 25, not February 1, and on Jan. 26 our CONFIRMATION of CONTACT CAME. Also when "Alice" entered a hallway "of doors and widows," I obviously meant "WINDOWS," If there happened to be a few widows around, it's because I did a story at his new office today about a widow. I hope the other typos can be understood anyway without detracting fro the meaning nor context. In the upcomng accounts you will see connections and associations with OHIO, WEST VIRGINIA, STATEN ISLAND, KING ARTHUR, BRIDGES, THE NUMBER 11, THE INVISIBLE UNIVERSE, "ALEXANDER," POWERLINES, COMING ATTRACTIONS, JODIE FOSTER, THE WAY OUT, WILLIAMS, THE NUMBER 72, SHATTERED REALITY, TRAUMA, KNOCKS, MIRRORS, SYNCS/SINKS, RED EYES, WOWS, DETECTIVES, STRANGE PHONE CALLS, BLACK AND WHITE, INVISIBLE UNIVERSE, WAKE UP CALLS, ESP, TREASURE HUNTS, TIMEAND CLOCKS, LOVE, TRAUMA, FIRE TRUCKS, SPIRALS, VOICES, MESSAGES, FRENCH CONNECTIONS, SILVER, HAIR (HARE), and more. ALL, in one way or another, connected to Prime Elements in our CONTACT and it's now REINFORCED CONFIRMATION. And YES, it seems we have solved a large part, (as we've been told by some), of the "Close Encounter Mystery," in so far as understanding its methodolgies and means of delivery, if not the answers of WHO they are and exactly WHERE they are from. They seem to be from Everywhere At Once, and take many shapes and forms. In all our joint efforts in SPACE, most of us have not Consciously stood on other worlds, and were whisked off in spaceship guided by "aliens" for guided tours of the Moon, Mars and Alpha Centuri. That DOES NOT MEAN that it Has Happened at all, since here have been solid reports of such spaceflighs. And I and others have encountered, directly and conciously, mysterious beings. who are hereon Planet Earth. What our own CONTACT has amply demonstrated is that "Space Travel" takes place in entirely diffferent ways and contexts (mostly), and that Commuication from afar is not through radio and TV signals but through some remarkable means of Consciousness -- perhaps through Naturalistic NOETIC FORCES, or through design of forces we do not comprehend, making "Life To Life Contact." While interpretations and making meanings of these encounters should not be at all discouraged, of course, we must be careful not to readily accept them as final answers nor facts, with some exceptions, as the Contact situation is far more complex and fascinating, and seems to involve an array of intelligences in widely diverse life forms, energies and living patterns that may not necessarily care for us among those who do seem to care for us. And the whole nature of WHO is communicating through us has not been answered, or so it seems. BUT we have a pretty good idea of how they operate, and how thye are linked to us and willing to COMMUNICATE! *******************************************************

S.P.A.C.E.'s MOTHMAN SYCHRONICITIES !!!!

By Harold Egeln, Jr., NYC, February 7, 2002

You are about to enter into a real-life twilight-zone journey through a rambling exploration of S.P.A.C.E.'s "MOTHMAN SYNCHRONICITIES," as experienced within the past several days in Brooklyn, New YorkCity,-- a Confirmation of the Confirmation of Contact in ways that can only be understood through exploring through the entire context of our Contact.

Mothman Meets Rabbit, at the corners of Reality, the Crossroads of Comprehension, placing our exploration on an even keel.

WHERE: THERE OR HERE?

Is this about outer space and visiting creatures and cryptic messages from dwarf galaxies in the Milky Way's neighborhood such as NGC 6822, NGC 185 and NGC 147? Or from the one-billion-lightyears radius of our gigantic local neighborhood, such as Galactic Superclusters such as Virgo, Sextans, Sculptor, Bootes, Shapely or Horologium?

Or some place closer such as the solar system of Pegasus 51, or a planet around Sun-like star HD 209498 150 lightyears away, or neighboring Mars, or the village of Brewster.

Or your neighbors next door, or deep in the inner spaces of our minds, entered through looking glass worlds and rabbit holes, or in some Invisible Wonderland in the Multiverse -- or through a NEW HUMAN CONDITION INTERFACING WITH THE SHORELINE OF SPACE, the INNER as well as the OUTER, with a lot of playfulness as well as annoying, even terrifying teasing and tauts?

"....Who knows what wonders lurk in the minds of humans? --- Only the Shadows Know," to vary the words of an old radio programme.... the Message and Method, through the phantoms and phantasma of Shadow Realms that now interfaces with us HAS BEEN DECODED AND "SOLVED (SORT OF, NATCH")..... transmitted through Dreams, Sightings, Encounters, Overt and Covert Visitations, traveling on very strange trains speeding through tunnels of consciousness, speaking in the language of synchronicities and the like, landing in our psyches through WHITE RABBITS on psyche-scapes rather than the WHITE HOUSE lawn.

A CATALYST OF CONTACT

The CATALYST of our CONTACT Through S.P.A.C.E. now seems to be the movie "The Mothman Prophecies" based on the 1975 book by longtime and often misunderstood journalist, researcher and experiencer John Keel, who I once remember telling me in the ARGO/ARGUS (??) Coffee Shope on 90th Street and Broadway that the phenomena acts like a little child.

The movie by director Mark Pellingston and screenwriter Richard Hatem, with brilliant cinema photography by Fred Murphy, was largely panned and woefully misunderstood by NYC city film reviewers, ignorant of the importance of synchronistic associations (probably because of a lack of knowledge) such as Daily News reviewer Jack Matthews ("Clairvoyant 7-ft. moth? Here's a tall tale indeed *1/2); N.Y. Post reviewer Jonathan Foreman, ('Mothman' has holes **1/2); and NY Times reviewer Elvis Miitchell ("Mysteries Multiply In Spooky Adventures -- Fear and a sense that nothing is as it seems").

Richard Gere, a really superb actor, fought to keep the film "project alive for years, according to Matthews. And director Pellingston, drawn to Kee's book, has conveyed, without embellishment, HOW THE ENCOUNTER EXPERIENCE FEELS TO THOSE WHO GO THROUGH, as in the portrayals of reporter John Klein and "The Visible Dark" author Alexander Leek (played by Alan Bates), and the truly sincerelyperplexed witneses in the town of Point Pleasant, WEST VIRGINIA.

Not since Steven Spielberg tackled the Close Encounter experience with his wonderful movie in 1977, and not since a bold theatre ensemble, Collision Theory here in NYC with its "ABDUCTION PROJECT" play of 2001, using movement and inference, has THIS EXPERIENCE been so elegantly and rightly been put before THE PUBLIC.

THE PUBLIC IS PAYING ATTENTION

And the public IS paying attention. despite dismissive critics. An evening or two ago, after work, I was in a discount drug store, and the clerks and customers were talking about the Mothman movie. My ears perked up. Basically they were fascinated about it. I chimed in, sayig that I've met the author whose book the movie was based on. Suddenly I was part of the conversation, especially when I said I am a reporter (I did NOT say experiencer to be discreet!) They were fascinated by the movie, and my own humble observations and insights about it. So, it's touching something in the public, GVING US A TIMELY OPENING and OPPORTUNITY!

And NOW, "MOTHMAN" MEETS OUR "RABBIT" through the living language of SYNCS Experienced in the so-called "Real World"....

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