CHAPTER 16 -- WINTER 2003: THE MESSAGE GOES EVER ON
THE RABBIT KEEPS ON TRUCKIN'
By Harold Egeln
Thursday, January 2, 2003, Brooklyn, NY -- Yesterday I posted a new chapter on a book called "The Lady of the Hare" (chapter 17), mentioning that the synchronistic events have not happened for over a month.
I wondered, Are they over? On hold? Or is "The Lady of the Hare" book the December event? Of these "syncs," well I do not look for them. They just happen!
While on my way to a news photo assignment for my newspapers late this morning I decided to take a photo with our Nikon camera of a "TAKEN" poster affixed to the side of a city bus shelter. Since November the posters for the Sci Fi Channel TV series have been plastered on city bus shelters and throughout whole subway cars. But, until today, I had not taken any photos of them. Well, before they're gone.
So, on a whim, I took my photo, being satisfied.
Two blocks away, as I continued my walk, I saw a huge yellow tracker trailer truck parked on the avenue, almost a whole city block long, adorned with giant pctures of the Nestle Nesquik BUNNY bottles, nine of them in a row!!!!
I was startled. I had never seen such a Nesquik truck before, a super-sized one at that, and with the word Beyer Milk and Milk Products as the distributor. Of course I snapped a photo with my Nikon, with all those NESQUIK BUNNIES!. There were nine bottles displaying nine different varieties of flavors, plus a Nesquik box. The truck was parked across from a Food City supermarket.
That associates with all our Nesquik BUNNY episodes of early 2001, as described them, starting with Gary's nighttime visit to a supermarket and the Cadbury chocolate eggs with the Cadbury RABBIT on the box.
Then it clicked.
Just moments before I took a photo of the "Taken" poster on a bus shelter. Last night I had a vivid dream of a bus traveling through a restaurant in a city as people ate, making me focus on food. This has the characteristics of a "Sync Cluster" in the works, maybe -- another communication, with a DREAM aspect at play.
On my way back to the newspaper office, I picked up a free newspaper. I glanced at its contents. I was drawn to the feature article in the entertainment pages with this headline:
HIPPITY-HOP
Cobble Hill-born Alt-Folkies Hem Are Tasting Success With 'RABBIT SONGS' CD
Now we really have a genuine "Sync Cluster!" The article begins: "It's as Brooklyn as Aaron Copland and George Gershwin, and as American as Johnny Cash and The Carpenters. Hem's debut album was written when composer Dan Messe was living on Cobble Hill's WARREN Street -- hence the album's title, "RABBIT Songs" -- inspired by the meaning of the word warren, a place where rabbits live...."
The article by Paulanne Simmons for "The Brooklyn Paper" goes on to describe the group and how its was formed. Their "Rabbit Songs" CD was first sold by word of mouth.
But, writes Simmons, "In JUNE 2000 it was released in the U.K...." Of course, on JUNE 12, 2000, Gary in the U.K. had his inspired, awesome insight which caused our Breakthrough, with the Connection of the 1995 UFO sighting I and others from a HAIR (hare?) salon had over CONEY Island here in Brooklyn, and the 16th Century Triangular Lodge in England also known as the Warrener's Lodge.
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January 3, 2003 -- Tonight I viewed, for the second time, the last episode of "Taken," in order to take some notes. As the credits rolled at the end of the episode, and series, its read, of course, as we know, "Executive Producers Leslie Bohem and Steven Spielberg."
Last night, reading about the music group HEM, it bothered me that "HEM" sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then, as I saw the 'TAKEN" credits tonight, yes, Leslie BOHEM... Bo- HEM. Now is that a connection, too? Maybe stretching it, but maybe not, and I find it funny, and tying all the threads of this latest SYNC CLUSTER together.
Also, the nine Nesquik BUNNY Bottles on the truck yesterday, associates, possibily, with the "Nine Knocks" Whitley Strieber cited as "proof of contact" in his 1995 book, "Breakthrough."
The contact and communication continues with its message into 2003. With humour, too. We Keep On Truckin'.....
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TRICKSTER'S TEASER IN GREENWICH VILLAGE
By Harold Egeln, Jr.
Greenwich Village, New York City - Tuesday, January 7, 2003 -- Today, for the first time since November 2001, I met Joseph Wiek, the former and longtime editor and publisher of our "S.P.A.C.E. Explorer" print newsletter, and part of S.P.A.C.E. since November 1992.
I took the day off work, feigning "alien-itis," I told Joseph, in order to meet him in lower Manhattan in the Wall Street area, where he was attending a job-related meeting, sent down from his workplace and home way upstate.
After lunch, we headed over to the World Trade Center site, a short distance away, neither of us having actually being there since that terrible day of September 11, 2001. We made our way into the Winter Garden in the World Financial Center to view the "Remember, Rebuild, Renew" exhibit of nine models proposed for the 16 acre WTC site.
We then subwayed up to Pennsylvania Station, where he left for home in mid-afternoon via Amtrak, and I, restless as usual, headed to Greenwich Vlllage (my "second neighborhood") on the M20 Seventh Avenue bus.
As the bus passed Sheridan Square, I saw Starbucks, which was the Sheridan Square Coffee Shop back on January 12, 1993 where Joseph and I had a "missing or strange time" episode (see Close Encounters of the Dream Kind page on the main S.P.A.C.E. website for details.)
I got off the bus at the next stop, at Bleecker Street, not expecting anything unusual, as my goal was to go to the Haagen Dazs ice cream shop for a chocolate milk shake across the avenue.
Waiting on Bleecker Street for the RED light to turn green was a "MY BUNNY" Health Plus panel truck, with the company's Yellow BUNNY. I was amused but there was no synchronicity attached.
I crossed Seventh Avenue to the ice cream store, at 33 Barrow Street at the corner of Seventh Avenue and ordered my milk shake, against my doctor's orders.
I paid for the shake and sat down on the bench by the front door to sip it. On the counter across from me was a small sign with a WHITE RABBIT wearing a RED BRA and a RED G-String, doing a Strip TEASE and looking as happy as can be!
The words over the WHITE RABBIT with the RED BRA read: "WIN! Free Crunch Fitness Membership" with entry forms and a box below.
Outside the window behind the WHITE RABBIT, in DIRECT LINE of my sight across the street, was MOUNT KOCH. Mt. Koch is a model VOLCANO built i 1980 by an enterprizing artist over a steam vent at the corner of Barrow Street and Seventh Avenue during the early years of former Mayor Ed Koch's first term.
Then I realized why the VOLCANO reference. Joseph was born and raised in Seattle, in Washington state, with Mount Rainer, the long dormant giant volcano, clearly in sight to the east. It was where Kenneth Arnold saw NINE crescent shaped mystery aircraft on June 24, 1947, when the term Flying Saucers was created.
The mini-"volcano" Mount Koch, symbolizing through association with giant volcano Mount Rainer, (the micro and macro "Gulliver Travels" factor in our syncs), is at the south tip of a roughly TRIANGULAR shaped block.
Below its NORTHWEST tip is Starbucks, once the Sheridan Square Coffee Shop (later made into the MYTHOLOGY Restaurant, a glorified Greek coffee shop) where Joseph and I had our Janurary 12, 1993 encounter almost exactly ten years ago to the day!
A Synchronicity of a Most Meaningful Kind, with a touch of HUMOR, had just occured, unexpected but with all the certain characteristic patterns and relationships associated with them.
We have the RABBITS, the WHITE RABBIT, the recurrent RED colour as in the bra and g-string (Super-STRING Theory?), an association with Joseph and my experience almost on the tenth anniversary date.
We also have the number NINE association:
** The NINE Nesquik Nestle BUNNY bottles on the huge tractor trailer last week (previous account).
** The NINE flying saucers seen in 1947 by Arnold.
** The NINE Knocks of Whitley Strieber offered by him as "PUBLIC PROOF" in his 1995 book, "BREAKTHROUGH." While living in his upstate cabin he heard a series of nine knocks, THREE each, heard with a pause before the next THREE, followed by THREE more. The series, he discovered later, was heard on nearly every dwelling and buildig in a town in Colorado.
** The THREE KNOCKS heard in the TRIANGULAR LODGE, also called the WARRENER'S LODGE, in England around 1595, reffered to by GARY on June 12, 2000 when our "WOW!" first broke through, referencing to Strieber' experience of nine knocks.
** The NINE models of possible future designs for the WTC site on display at the Winter Garden.
And that's the way it was in Greenwich Village, NYC, January 7, 2003, as Walter Cronkite would say in the old late 1950's TV show "You AreThere."
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CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE FUNNY KIND
Friday, January 10, 2003 -- Tonight it suddenly dawned on me WHY the WHITE BUNNY wearing the RED BRA, making the rabbit a FEMALE, was made a SYNC reference for S.P.A.C.E.
Last month I was given the amazing book about a "Mrs. WRIGHT" written by famed British anthropolgist and Jungian depth psychologist John Layard in the early 1940s and published in 2002 in London, called:
'THE LADY OF THE HARE"
Of course, I said, bursting out laughing tonight, the WHITE RABBIT being the LADY HARE!!!!! The TRICKSTER TEASES us again! (For information on the book, see Chapter 15 of this e-book.)
Last night I and two other Spacers met wiith two former Collision Theory "Abduction Project" performers over a delightful dinner. One of the Spacers, who lives in Greenwich Village not far from my Tuesday experience, remarked to the two performers that humour is part of our encounter experiences, events that are the sideshow "oddities" beyond the ususual stealth encounter patterns.... The "oddities" where the truth may be revealed, STRIPING away suppositions and keeping the mystery always OPEN.
We are in a "WINNING" streak, FREELY given, as the entry form states at the Haagen Dazs ice cream shop.
Oh, almost forgot.... the chocolate milk shake was fantastic!
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RABBIT REDEUX
Brooklyn, NY - Saturday, January 11, 2003 -- This morning I and a friend took a bus to the Lighthouse Cafe for breakfast. As we got off the bus and bought newspapers I was startled to see the NESQUIK BUNNY TRUCK pull up againand park in front of us, across from Food City!
There, in front of us, was this huge half-block long truck with its NINE huge paintings of the Nesquik BUNNY Bottles, in nine different flavors in front of our faces, the second time thid month! The men opened the truck's side door and aramp came down.
I thought of an alien spacecraft with a ramp; also of a RAILROAD Box Car, as I looked inside, half expecting a large White Rabbit or Harvey to step out... Or Artemis the Squirrel with Russell Keys to be inside, as an early scene in "Taken" showed.
I thought to myself, "All we need now is a FIRE TRUCK to pull up at the bus stop. That would complete the pattern of symbols -- RABBIT, TRAIN and FIRE TRUCK. (See Close Encounters of the Dream Kind on main S.P.A.C.E. website for signficance of Fire Trucks in Dreams and their encounter connection.
Inside the Lighthouse Cafe I then looked at the front page of today's New York Times. The fist things I saw was a photo, center top with several WILLIAMS name tags in large letters, as a worker sewed the name tags on military uniforms. There were two other names and FIVE of WILLIAMS.
After breakfast, we went outside to wait for a bus, with the bus stop right outside the cafe. A RED FIRE TRUCK (Hook and Ladder) was parked at the bus stop! We got our fire engine, as almost predicted, based n experience and the sceience of synchronicity!
To reinforce this, directly across the avenue is a popular pub and restaurant with an old FIRE TRUCK inside, with fire truck pictures all over the place.
This (all that's described above so far in January 2003) is Real Magical Stuff... Charming, Theatrical Enchantment in the Physical World... Wonderland Come Alive Here and Now... uniting Dream, Depth and Daytime Consciousness into One, an integration on All Levels, with the Personal and Universal.
That's Living Art and Living Science, and Physical and Intuitive PUBLIC PROOF of Contact and Communication, so finely tuned, so well choreographed, so aptly timed.
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FOLLOWING THE WHITE RABBIT'S TRICKS
By Harold Egeln
Sunday, January 12, 2003 -- Today a friend and I went to the Pierpont Morgan Library in Manhattan to see the original notes Charles Dickens wrote for "A Christmas Carol" and a first edition copy of the classic tale published in December 1843.
Of course, we saw the other artworks, sketches and manuscripts on display, then went to the Morgan's Gift Shop where I was attracted to a set of porcelain Alice In Wonderland figurines.
I bought a White Rabbt looking at his pockwatch, standing on a large pockwatch. I also bought a figurine of The Little Prince, the mysterious space boy from the classic book. A fox stood at the figurine's feet.
I was happy, expecting nothing out of the ordinary to happen. We left the Morgan Library on East 36th Street and crossed Madison Avenue. Almost halfway down the next block on 36th Street I saw a place called 'Under The VOLCANO Bar"
I was struck by the fact that I just bought a WONDERLAND WHITE RABBIT and again had a VOLCANO reference moments later. Like that White Rabbit at the ice cream shop a few days ago and the Mount Koch "volcano" sidewalk sclupture in direct line of sight behind it.
There are precious few references to volcanoes on our city's streets, especially linked with rabbits, at least from my perspective and associative experiences.
As I noted the "Volcano" Bar, I then thought of the "Gulliver's Travels" reference of the quantum reality not only acting on the micro level but also on the macro level, a characteristic of our contact. That was explained in our e-book during the early months of our adventures in wonderland.
As I thought this, once again I was startled to see that the store next to the Under The Volcano Bar is called SWIFT Copy and Print shop. Jonathan SWIFT, author of "Gulliver's Travels"!
Today is the 10th anniversary of Joseph Wiek's and my "strange time" episode in Sheridan Square, with the Mt. Koch "Volcano" artwork at the south tip of the TRIANGULAR block on which our experience occurred, -- the micro version of the giant Mt. Rainer volcano near Seattle where Wiek grew up.
This is that associative information stream characteristic of living computing intelligence and consciousness at work -- or, more correctly, at PLAY.
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LET'S PLAY BALL!
By Harold Egeln
January 14, 2003 -- Yesterday I was given a photo news assignment to cover the visit of a New York Yankees baseball star, Roger "The ROCKET" Clemens, to a Catholic school.
The press release from Reebok started: "Some kids bring a RABBIT or hamster. Others bring pictures, flowers, a rock collection or baseball cards..." leading in to the local winner of a national "Take A Reebok Athlete to School Contest."
When I entered the auditoirum, there were several other news services there, including the local ABC and FOX TV news, and the Daily News.
Plastered on the walls of the auditoium were signs reading "THE SOLAR SYSTEM," a leftover of the school's science fair.
While awaiting the entrance of the baseball superstar (I am not a sports fan at all although many others are!), my Nikon camera at the ready, I thought of the time when S.P.A.C.E. actually began, in a way, as "A Big Bang" of personal trauma.
MY CHILDHOOD HOPES DASHED IN SCHOOL
In eighth grade, dreaming and planning to be an astronomer some day and equipped at age 13 with a telescope and toy planetarium, driven by an enchanted curiosity by nature, I happened to have two UFO sightings.
I mentioned them to some younger students at school who were interested in astronomy. Within a few days, as I entered the schoolyard, I would be mobbed by children wanting to know more about my "flying saucer sightings" and asking me if I saw any "little green men" (I did not).
Before I knew it I was summoned to the principal's office in this public grammar school in Irvington, New Jersey, and was told to stop talking about Flying Saucers since, one, they do not exist and, two, I was causing a disruption at the school because of "my fantasy."
The principal held an emergency assembly program, debunking UFOs and telling students to forget about them. While he spoke, I sat alone in his office, the door locked, as my parents were called. I felt imprisoned and totally alone.
After the program, the principal. talking down to me from a position of authority, told me that I was suspended from school as punishment and that I would be sent to a school psychologist, telling me it was time "to move on" in my life.
My mother, protesting, was furious but complied, insisting that I be allowed to attend my own graduation (I was a candidate for validictorian).
The school psychologist advised my parents to throw out my astronomy and flying saucer books, and telescope, which they did (well, they missed two books because I did not have the book covers on them). Then he advised me to forget astronomy (he used the word "astrology" at times, which I had no interest in) and told me to take up baseball, urging my father to each me.
Well, I never became interested in baseball nor sports, and I dislike competition, perferring cooperation, seen as a personality flaw. For years I kept quiet about UFOS and was called "the Martian" in high school, ridiculed, ostricized, traumatized and abused, even though my intelligence, I was told, was way over the top.
Yes, when I was forced to play baseball, I was told to hit a homer or, "we'll ram those flying saucers down your throat to choke on."
Even gentle Alice, in her adventures in Wonderland, had to play croquet with the nasty Queen, the supreme authority there, and was shortly put on trial. All was not pleasant in Wonderland either.
Now, decades later I am in a school where a baseball star called "The Rocket" was hailed as a hero (I have nothing at all against baseball), with the walls plastered with "Place SOLAR SYSTEMs Here" signs for a recent Astronomy Fair.
How ironic. An interesting coincidence, but not synchronistic, even though a rabbit was mentioned. Just a play on words.
Or a "sign" -- an echo from a parallel life in some other dimension of space-time -- that if it were not for being suspended from school for reporting UFO sightings, or if I had been advanced from fifth grade to tenth grade (that's another story), I would now have long been an astronomer -- and probably an astronomer investigating and writing about UFOs.
FOREVER IN WONDERLAND?
When I came home from work, where I was treated badly that day (in the past year my editors have called me "stupid," "half-a-brain," and "a creep"), and after a dental appointment, I was in a general funk.
Depression gripped me, coming from many directions and times.
One thing is clear to me. There is far more than rabbits and synchronicities involved in all this reported in the e-book here.
The MEDIUM should not be confused with The MESSAGE. (Although as Marshall McLuen may be right.) What we have here is a CLAIM, by a professional journalist, of a major scientific breakthrough, transcending the confines of Ufology.
True, we do not need to report on the incidents here anymore, since they may continue no matter, following the repeatious patterns needed to confirm an otherworldy communication -- IF THIS IS WHAT IT IS. Like rabbits, the accounts have reproduced enough in a variety of ways, over-populating our e-book.
What we have HERE and NOW is a QUANTUM THEATER of an INFORMATIONAL PLAY at work, not to be dismissed nor discarded, but to be shared and put up for Peer Review.
One of my favorite observers of Ufology is Anne Strieber, the astute wife of Whitley Strieber, both of whom I first met in February 1989 during a tumultous period in their lives -- (and also in mine!). I admire and love them both, for their courage, intellect and partnership.
That showed best in "Letters From Communion," culled from literally hundreds of thousands of letters from close encounter witnesses read by Anne, one of the best books about us experiencers, showing the variety of visitation manifestations.
Anne Strieber, as she said recently, is an objective observer who has not had the direct visitation experience, which helps us.
In "UFO Info -- Not Always What It Seems," her recent entry in "Anne's Diary" (January 7, 2003) on Whitley Strieber's Unknown Country website, which I check on every day, she says something that is perfectly applicable to this E-Book and what it reports, even though she is focusing on the Raelians and their Cloneaide claims.
"The UFO experience is more likely to be a quantum-style communication between parallel universes or different time periods - or both - than a visit from another planet, in a quantum-physical sense," she writes. "Reality may be a sort of 'assembly' of information about how the world should be and appear."
Anne talks about how the perspectives of "the visitors" side and our human side may "clash" although the information available exists everywhere, and depends on how we interprete it. Whitley once said that to understand this universal contact we have "to alter our basic perceptions."
As we have learned, we are in a co-creative interplay between the "two sides," this apparently being a joint creation, sometimes more from our side than the other side, working both ways, seeking what author Keith Thompson calls "a middle ground" to communicate.
"Also," Anne continues, "the visitors seem to be theatrical. I've often noticed they set up tableaus and 'act out' scenarios in order to convey information in a metaphorical manner. This would be one way to try to communicate between greatly dispariate worlds."
What this keen observer Anne Strieber states in these words just happens to be at the heart of the the reports in our "WOW! Signal" e-book, and an apt, crisp and clear summation of the nature of our accounts as we prepare to DO SOMETHING MORE with this, and all the Aspects of Close Encounters that is our Search Project.
We have met Wonderland and it is us.
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A PAUSE FOR "STATION IDENTIFICATION" -- PERSONAL NOTE
By Harold Egeln, January 18, 2003
The accounts above, like many of the High Strangeneness reports in our e-book, can be construed as purely personal and subjective by the doubtful, the individual reports of a handful of lives among billions of lives that are now being lived and have been lived on planet Earth.
Therefore, they can be dismissed and ignored, as many people would think. But we still report.
Now, I, the reporter, will step aside to tell of the way my own unmagical public life is playing out.
And you all who come here to visit this E-Book (one out of every ten website visitors) are Somebody, Someone, precious behind earthly riches.
ONE PERSON'S PLACE
But I am a nobody, top-heavy with chronic imperfections, a third class journalist, a rather unremarkable and grossly underpaid writer, part of this rich nation's working poor. Although I am a professional journalist, when it comes to writing published books in print, I have a huge case of writer's block.
This incident defines my lot in life: When a class of bright, young school children whom I wrote an article about (it was a story about their environmental project -- I like doing positive stories given the chance) sent me their thanks in a handmade card, my boss threw it into the trash can before I had a chance to see it, putting me "in my place."
As for my life in general, I, a lifelong deep introvert, live both in my Conscious Mind and my UnConscious Mind, and may also live Within a Supra-Conscious Mind, usually fully aware of their interactions, making No Borders on that exchange except in my Public Life of work and Daily Life, being, in the "Real World," more Shadow than Substance.
I am fully conscious of other areas of Mind and have been since I was a child, continually exploring them. And keeping them to myself, out of fear of other humans. Inwardly, I have always lived in a Private State of Wonderment, which clashes with the Outer World, as intuitive insights suddenly flash forth from my inner world and then fade, remaining unheard, not even by a "Horton" (from Dr. Suess).
So, in public, I keep my real life hidden as much as possible, staying "in the closet" or, here, "the flying saucer," except for this little known website, safely hidden, tucked safely away in a corner of CyberSpace. Even in the S.P.A.C.E. experience, a few folks have told me that they think I am "holding back" and "have secrets." I am merely protecting myself, not from them, but from harm on a planet where nastiness and meanness rule.
My highly active inner senses of beauty, pleasure and joy cannot interact with humanity. They may be ruined if fully expressed.
RABBITS AND UFOS
Now, on the matter of "synchronicity" and associated events. Last night I was looking at a "STARLOG" science fiction magazine from October 1978. There was a page with a report on the second season of Jack ("Dragnet") Webb's "Project UFO" NBC TV series, one of the best UFO programs, far better than "Taken." (See S.P.A.C.E. EXPLORER ORBITZINE e-magazine FEATURES page for episodes guide).
I then flipped back to the previous page, which I had not yet seen. There was a drawing of Mandrake the Magician pulling a bewildered RABBIT out of his magic hat! Is that a "SYNC" or just happenstance?
I could, if I wished, add this as the latest "synchronistic message from an unknown source." But I decided not to, except for this mention here to show the caution needed in all such reports in our e-book. That magician's rabbit and Project UFO article have been there for 25 years in that magazine, which I first read in back in 1978 with no link then.
But the TIMELESS nature of these events presented theatrically on a quantum stage appears to be the nature of Contact.
It also seems that recent "syncs" are my experience alone. Is there "a message" here? Am I being selfish reporting on this, events that would not be told nor happen if I were non-existent? Am I being directed to publish this material and other material on the website and e-magazine as print books, and that's it up to me to do so?
Overall, is "PO LOGIC" at work here, as stated by British author and researcher Colin Wilson back in 1995, as related in this e-book's Chapter 12? Or other sublime factors that have more to do with psycho-physical quantum nonlocality than ETs as stated by Dr. Remo Roth in Chapter 13? Is there a "Naturalistic" mechanism of mind at play here driven by a need to find solutions and resolutions as described by Dr. Gibbs Williams? (It's probaby a mix of all this!)
Who am I to even bother with matters best left to the well-known "UFO experts" in the Public Eye who study us?
THE "ENCHANTMENT" ISSUE
We live in a hard driving media world (straight out of the 1976 movie "Network"), on TV shows, TV news programs and newspapers, where the buzzwords and images involve weapons and violence, harping on how badly humans behave, exploiting fear for profit and gain.
Although crime is down to historic low levels in NYC and other major cities, editors say, "We need crime to sell our newspapers," and producers say, "We need crime shows to boost ratings and sell our sponsors' products."
Even though I am a working journalist, what I report in this e-book, on our website and in our e-magazine would not be "newsworthy" to my editors or most other editors, even though it's the biggest story there is, and I report it here from a first-hand perspective, one of the few professional reporters to do so.
No, violence sells. When a network TV show appeared a year ago called, "Greg The Bunny," the rabbit puppet star was nasty and mean... certainly no Howdy Doody!
The public gets all that horrid stuff and we get a few gentle rabbits here and there, with UFOs, "alien" encounters, etc. seen, at this time, by a few thousand people on our website rather than by the 30,000 who read the newspapers I work for or the millions who are exposed to mass media hype focused on fear and the worst in human nature, in the name of "Reality."
So, when a High Strangeness "WOW!" event happens which appears enchanting and meaningful, possibly reflecting a Greater Reality of Being, it is reported as such. It is but a momentary response, not a lifestyle. It does not make me "an enchanted being." Since childhood I have been actuely aware of the Wonders and Dangers of Enchantment.
Just reading, for the first time, Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings" over 30 years ago showed the Entanglements of Enchantment, as have many a Fairy Tale familiar to me since childhood.
As in Enchanted States, there are Wonders and Dangers in Contact, in Close Encounters, in SETI discovering an off-world signal, in space travel.
Enchantment, with its Danger and Wonders, is a popular (and perferred?) theme today, as seen in the "Harry Potter" and "Lord of the Rings" movies and books.
Do otherworldly beings live in a State of Graced Enchantment and therefore, hooking up with human creativity, give us "Wonderland" here as a statement of their true nature, a nonsensical (to us) state of pure being? Are we ensnared by them because of this, caught, trapped? Is it a pathway to liberation and forbidden knowledge?
Why have S.P.A.C.E. and I been the intended object and interplayers in the "WOW! Signal," if there is an intelligent design with this High Strangeness, and a purpose and meaning in its delivery?
IS THERE A "YELLOW BRICK ROAD"?
I could easily share my lifelong personal and professional experiences as a peace activist as a PATH to Enlightened Transformation, a "re-enchantment of the world" as pyschologist Morris Berman called it in his book 25 years ago, or as Theodore Rozak writes about in his books.
I stood up for a better way without war, facing military court-martial for refusing to partcipate in the Vietnam War and to learn how to use weapons (I was not tried but discharged with honor), and fired from jobs because of my convictions or refusing to put war toys and toy guns on display.
Like other encounter witnesses, such as Whitley Strieber, I could say that my life's commitment to a new ways of living, thinking and relating to each other, the world and the universe, is THE PATH that has opened doors (for me) to the Larger Reality (Wonderland, Quantum Realms, etc.), setting up scenarios such as these experiences in our S.P.A.C.E. e-book, in our Hudson Valley contacts, in our sightings, in our dreams, in our homebound stealth encounters.
But there are countless others who have close encounters, many undesired and unsought, who choose no "path" and are preplexed, bothered or driven by their encounters.
WE ARE ALL STARDUST -- BUT WITH "SOUL"?
I could proclaim that I (and everyone else) comes from Elsewhere Out There, some deeper place that is composed more of Inner Space than Outer Space, a realm of interacting cosmic and conscious superstrings or quantum soup. Physically, we are really composed of stardust, created out of supernovas long ago.
But that might spoil the Open Experiment that is S.P.A.C.E. -- the Search Project for Aspects of Close Encounters, a Creation to Ask All Sorts of Questions -- and finding more questions in that process.
In doing that, I do not want to be a leader, nor do I desire a leadership role. I am a failure in most of what I do, mediocre at best. I am ordinary, not extraordinary.
I would rather be working at an astronomical observatory, making new discoveries, preparing scientific papers for conferences and universities, and writing books about life in the universe.
It's not my place to confirm fear nor offer hope nor to inspire -- My role, my job HERE is just to LISTEN, OBSERVE and REPORT. And to HELP others when they want help. Each and everyone of us who has been through S.P.A.C.E., and those who are in other such situations, are capable of being their own leaders in their own personal search projects.
And, in the messy maze of Ufology and Contact Study, the best and ideal approach is to try to keep a balanced state of OBJECTIVITY as a prime element, whatever direction these experiences pull us, no matter how seemingly insignificant and how highly strange than may be.
That is the stuff of Human-Directed Science, with a Heart as well as the Mind engaged in exploration, learning about our innermost natures and the true nature of reality and careful not to destroy and divide but to create and connect, to fulfill and exceed our potentials as cosmic citizens at play.
FROM THAT, S.P.A.C.E. was created and remains a FREE VOICE FOR EXPLORERS.
PLEASE REMEMBER, ALL THAT YOU SEE IN THIS E-BOOK AND IN OTHER PAGES OF THE S.P.A.C.E. WEBSITE IS A SUGGESTION OF A FAR GREATER COSMIC REALITY, OPEN FOR PUBLIC EXAMINATION.
....WHATEVER IT'S SOURCE, MANIFESTATIONS OR INTERPRETATIONS.
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IS THAT'S ALL, FOLKS!?
PATTERN RECOGNITION AND JACKALOPES
By Harold Egeln
January 19, 2003 -- As I now consider unilaterally stopping the reports of continuing High Strangeness Happenings lest I wake up one morning and turn into a bunny rabbit, there is an obituary in today's New York Times about Douglas Herrick, the "Father of the Jackalope," with a photo noting him to be the "inventor of the jackalope, half bunny, half antelope." It's said to be a large, deer-sized rabbit with antelope horns.
Herrick died at 82 on January 6 in Casper, Wyoming, famous for his "tacky totem" and "tourist trap" hybrid since the 1930s, and the obit by Douglas Martin is a fun reading romp.
While the reality of Jackalopes, like that of unicorns, Loch Ness monsters and Yetis has been debated, "Believers say that Buddha mentioned a horned rabbit, although they neglect to mention that the Enlightened One implied they do not exist," Martin writes. (Actually, the story of Buddha tells of him appearing as a Hare.) "They (the believers) also point to a picture of a horned rabbit in the 1500's," which scientists say was a rabbit with tumors.
The legend of the Jackalope grew like an overpopulated warren, and in Herrick's hometown of Douglas, Wyoming "Jackalope images adorn everything from park benches to fire trucks," writes Martin.
In 2001 a UFO encounter researcher in the American Southwest, where jack rabbits are common, sent me a picture of an alleged space alien with a rabbit's face and bunny ears, reportedly seen in south France, and reported by one of her clients.
With the passing of the Jackalope's "inventor," it occurs to me that it's very important not to be overcome by our White Rabbit hopping through a Quantum Wonderland beyond the SpaceTime Continnum. We can rest our Case For Contact.
This is an ongoing investigation, lived and reported as it happens, with a strong "Pattern Recognition," (which happens to be the title of William Gibson's new sci-fi novel.) While these High Strangeness incidents may still happen, so do UFO sightings, crop circles, close encounters and the whole mileau of related phenomenon.
CONTACT is a tapestry with many weaves that is never concluded.
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We also note the passing yesterday of the actor Richard Creena, 76, whose career began on radio in the 1930's and is known as the goofy teen Walter Denton in the 1950's "Our Miss Brooks" TV series with Eve Arden.
But, in UFO history, Creena is known for playing a starring role of a Dr. John Mack-like character in the 1992 network TV movie, "INTRUDERS," based on Budd Hopkins' 1987 book.
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HEY THERE....YOU WITH THE STARDUST IN YOUR EYES
By Harold Egeln
Tuesday, January 21, 2003 -- On Sunday (Jan. 19) I decided to enter a new page on the main SPACE website about the odd events I and others experienced at a house set on 40-acres of woods in suburban West Orange, New Jersey in 1972 and 1973 during the year I lived there, NOW seeing it as a key to understanding the close encounter mystery.
On Sunday night just before midnight I took out my photo allbum from 1973 with my map and 8 inches by 10 inches photos of the woods, with its overgrown groves and arboretums left decades after a mansion burned down there. Left standing was a seven room, two storey servants cottage, which a group of us (two women and three men) rented for one year (June 1972-June1973).
We experienced plenty of ghostly, haunting and spooky events, never seeing a UFO link back then. All that was left of the mansion was its broken foundation walls overgrown with weeds and a greenhouse. We heard it was called "the Lost Mansion of West Orange." Today it is the Kelly Athletic Complex of Seton Hall Prep, its wonderous, peaceful woods gone.
In one of the photos I noticed what appeared to be a small slanted head peaking out from a group of leaves off a path I named "Abbey Road." I studied the "head," looking at me, and its "face" seemed to have glasses that reminded me of the style of the 1920's and 1930's. A Ghost from the Lost Mansion, a lingering guest who never left?
I showed the photo with its "head" to a friend, who saw it, too, and I said that it reminds me of HAROLD LLOYD, the silent film comedienne of that era. It was like looking at a GHOST, even though it is clear that IT IS an effect of light and shadow, not a HAUNTED image at all. But, still, it was SPOOKY.
"Harold," we saw you, the image seemed to say, but what of Lloyd?
"GEORGY GIRL" AND SURPRISES!
Last evening (Jan. 20), I was straightening out my bedroom, a bloody mess. When finished, I was going to watch a movie from one of my hundreds of videotapes. I saw a tape marked with three recorded items, "Sybil" - "Georgy Girl" - "Alf." I had not seen the 1966 British movie "Georgy Girl," starring Lynn Redgrave, Alan Bates and John Mills in years.
I replayed its title theme song a few times first, "Hey There, Georgy Girl" sung by THE SEEKERS. I relished in watching the story, with its action set in 1966 LONDON, a Groovy time period in Fab city.
At the end of the movie, which I taped from Public Television in the late 1980's, I was surprised to see a "Short Film" announced. Then the title flashed on the TV screen, watching it with the friend who was with me the night before:
HAROLD LLOYD
IN
"HAUNTED SPOOKS" (1920)
We laughed outloud, as I muttered, "How Can This BE?" That out of the MANY HUNDREDS of videotapes I have, -- this was on it, so immediately soon after last night! Impossible! I am not even a Harold Lloyd fan, never record his silent films, and this was unlisted on the tape!
What a MARVELOUS, SMART TRICK, so artisically timed and placed! But, at last, no reference to Rabbits nor Alice In Wonderland! That's over, I hoped.
All of the 1920 film I had was its Title. I associated LLOYD with LLOYD'S OF LONDON, since this appeared after "Georgy Girl" set in LONDON, making our BRITISH LINK clear, and why I may have been inspired, 22 hours ahead of TIME by the name HAROLD LLOYD, with relativistic time at play.
I knew that the third item on the tape was a TV episode of "ALF," an NBC network comedy series about a mischievous, wacky and annoying space creature living with a family called The Tanners. NO synchronicity in this.
A TABLEAU OF A SYNCHRONISTIC LIFE
The episode begins in the Tanners' backyard with the family playing its "annual CROQUET tournament" with ALF (that stands for Alien Life Form). "Like the CROQUET game in Alice In WONDERLAND," said my friend. Of all games!
But, no WHITE RABBIT. SCIENCE requires REPEATING PREDICTABLE RESULTS, so through our experience a rabbit should appear next. But I knew that's impossible, not that neatly "arranged," as that's stretching the boundaries of "normal reality."
Then the "ALF" theme sequence and music came on, followed by a commecial break. No rabbit in the first commercial in that break. But the next one in that same break showed a man-sized WHITE RABBIT magically materialize in a shower of sparks in a house!
It was the funny impersonator Rich Little dressed in a WHITE RABBIT costume in a Little Debbie's Snack Cakes commercial.
When the show resumed, a take-off on the 1946 movie "It's a WONDERful Life," Alf told a man who said that he was his guardian angel sarcastically, "And I'm the EASTER ALIEN."
ONCE AGAIN, stretching the limits of creduality but following the patterns of these HIGH STRANGENESS events, this time with a WITNESS aside from my isolated, unimportant self, we have an apparent deliberately staged episode, a theatrical tableau delivered in a quantum-like manner demonstrating a display of high intelligence and consciousness operating on many levels, all for an apparent reason.
The MICRO level of quantum reality (Rich LITTLE and LITTLE Debbies -- yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous, maybe even stupid, but "Hey There"!) united with the MACRO level (the giant WHITE RABBIT, etc.).
Is this the legendary, fairy tale Trap of Enchantment at work, with "the enchanted" stuck, and therefore in danger and unable to move forward? Or is something far more significant going on? The S.P.A.C.E. Detective's investigation continues, but not until a short tale....
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ALICE: IT'S A WONDERLAND LIFE!
Alice, after watching a BBC (Beyond Belief Cases) show on her telly about a silly human musing over a videotape and photo album that seemed to convey a deliberate message from some inner world, says to Dinah her cat, "Oh, all so very much nonsense! But it makes perfect sense to me now, Dinah, having been to Wonderland."
The Cheshire Cat, with that crescent Moon smile, appears on top of her telly, in front of its rabbit ears antennae, purring to the tune of "Hey There, Georgy Girl."
"Alice, you are now a seasoned time-space continnum walker. You know who this subject on the show really is and what he babbles about. Does he know?"
Alice says, "Indeed, I believe so. Oh, he doesn't let on, for reasons I suspect. But all this -- It's not just about him and the Spacers. It's all about a world being shaken from its sleep, trapped in its illusions and obsessed with its outer projections, and not aware that it is part of Wonderland, too... well, I suppose."
"Tea time!" shouts the Mad Hatter at Alice's window. "It's seven o'clock, not time for tea!" says Alice, most annoyed by the sudden rude interruption. "Then, la-de-da, it's an Un-Tea Time," the Mad Hatter screeches, as Alice says, "Oh, don't pull that un-birthday stuff with tea time again!"
The Mad Hatter, mumbling, "we're all mad," sparkles and changes shape. "Why, you're not the Mad Hatter, afterall," says Alice. "You're Johnny Jupiter, that bloody alien from the 1950's children's TV program."
A screen of static fills the window. Johnny Jupiter, sipping his Quantum Foam Soup, watches Alice on his TV screen, which she sees as her window on the outside, outer world.
Johnny Jupiter muses to Crusader Rabbit (another 1950's TV children's character), who is playing with a yo-yo on a Super-String, muttering, "Oh, CR, old chap, what FUN this is!"
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STARDUST SPACECRAFT AND MICROCHIPS
On February 7, 1999 NASA launched its STARDUST space probe, which will encounter Comet Wild 2 on January 2, 2004, sweep up a sample of comet dust, and send the comet dust scooper part of the space probe back to Earth, landing here on January 15, 2006, an historic space first.
There are four microchip plates on the Stardust spacecraft with the names of over one million people, living or dead, inscribed. Today (Jan. 22) Harold Egeln learned that the names of two deceased relatives from another branch of his human family, living in Florida, are on those microchips. They are Doreen E. Egeln and William G. Egeln.
The Stardust space probe microchip project was promoted by The Planetary Society, of which the SPACE founder was a member of for some years. Now, there are two members of the Egeln family "travelling in space," if in name only, one a WILLIAM, his Granduncle Bill's son.
How curious to have the name of WILLIAM EGELN in SPACE on a NASA space probe right now!
By way of insight, it also reflects the MICRO-COSMOS (INNER SPACE, introversion), as the name WILLIAM EGELN is contained within the MICRO-CHIP among over a million names, and the MACRO-COSMOS (OUTER SPACE, extroversion), as represented by the Stardust space probe actually OUT THERE. This is the Jonathon SWIFT-Gulliver's Travels Small-Large Element made real, as referrenced recently by the SWIFT Copy and Print Shop in connection with a "SYNC" Happening.
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A STRIEBER AND A ROTH IN CYBERSPACE
Earlier we referred to a recent entry on Whitley Strieber's Unknown County website, a diary entry made on January 7, 2003 by his wife ANNE STRIEBER in a very thoughful and astute entry titled "UFO INFO -- NOT ALWAYS WHAT IT SEEMS.
We also referred to observations by Swiss psychologist DR. REMO ROTH, who has his PsychoVision website which has proven to be very helpful to our research. Since they are relevant to accounts of the last few days and were referred to in the most recent reports here, even though they are taken out of context, they apply to the information we have entered recently.
So we quote here:
ANNE STRIEBER, Jan. 7, 2003:
"The UFO experience is more likely to be a quantum-style communication between parallel universes or different time periods -- or both -- than a visit by aliens from another planet.
"In a quantum-physical sense, reality may be a sort of 'assembly' of information about how the world should be and appear. -- But what happens when two minds that have entirely different ways of looking at the world attempt to assemble their separate realities at the same time out of the same fundamental information?
"The realities may 'clash,' and information may not be able to be communicated accurately. They may 'tell' us one thing and we may 'hear' another, based on our knowledge...."
".....Also, the visitors seem to be theatrical. I have often noticed they set up tableas and 'act out' scenarios in order to convey information in a metaphorical manner.This would be one way to try to communicate between greatly disparate worlds."
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DR. REMO ROTH, Jan. 21, 2003
[From his essay, "The UFO And The Subtle Body," Part Two, as he talks about "Mrs. XY's Ninth Dream]
"I interpret the outer experience of synchronicties as psychification of matter, too -- the latter behaves as if it knew our inner state and and its knowledge is psychic. Therefore, the so-called inanimate matter must have got some sort of psyche.
"Mostly, this second process, this synchronistic life, begins with strange events, which we somehow experience as meaningful....
"For Carl Jung, living the 'synchronistic life,' finding meaning in synchronicities...is a creative spiritual life...
"A third process flows from dreaming and the synchronistic life...a materialization.....People who experience UFO encounters and abductions in the Logos Consciousness" (the outer world) "whch is itself concentrated on the outside....
"...developing an introverted Eros Consciousness -- a novel consciousness... drawsback the projection of UFO encounters and abduction experiences from Outer Space. The (victim) becomes the participant..."
"Such experiences show that there is a deep concern of the 'UFOnauts' to have us transfer the process into our interior, and, in doing so, experience much more consciously...
"...with the help of the above-mentioned introjection, the mostly destructive processes can become constructive; they change into a vision of a creation myth, which seems to be the goal of the 'extraterrestrials' intentions."
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{For Dr. Roth's entire essay, please visit the S.P.A.C.E. EXPLORER ORBITZINE's Features Webpage.)
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FROM THE BIG BANG TO THE BIG CRUNCH
AND CRUNCH-TIME
By Harold Egeln, January 24, 2003
A milk carton told the story tonight, making an associative link and providing an insight .On one side of a Tuscan half-gallon milk container is the top half of a RABBIT's head, wearing water goggles and a hose spewing bubbles, as if for diving under water.
"I hope you don't mind that I've been blowing bubbles in here," the text above reads, with a hand holding a CRUNCH nutrition candy bar wrapper in the center, followed by a 1-800 toll-free number "for your FREE membership before the milk is all gone." This side of the carton is YELLOW.
This is NOT a synchronicity. It's just an innocent, ordinary milk carton with a CRUNCH ad that happens to have a RABBIT underwater.
Of course, I think of the WHITE RABBIT with the red bra and the free membership in a health club contest and the CRUNCH sponsorship, experienced on January 7 at the Haagen Dazs store in Greenwich Village.
This is really just a happenstance, taken as a REMINDER that TRIGGERS possible explanations to the what may have been a SUBTLE MESSAGE contained in the January 7 incident.
This concerns the theorized BIG CRUNCH that cosmologists discuss and ponder, the opposite of the BIG BANG. It brings in Oxford physicist David Deutsch's ideas expressed in his book, that as this universe hurls towards the BIG CRUNCH, intelligent beings and civilizations would have been converting the entire universe into a cosmic-wide living computer, the ULTIMATE expression of ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCES.
Because as "time" speeds up in the Big Crunch, for those living through that period, time decelerates significantly into what seems to them, infinity. Through their universe-wide computer, they can, in effect, reach back into our time, with all of eternity's time availble to them, which Deutch explains in clear detail.
Another Oxford trained scholar, Richard Dolan author of "UFOs and the National Security State," plays with the idea of ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE from a different direction and approach, that the UFO phenomenon may be a highly ADVANCED form of ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE.
Neither UFO author/researcher Dolan nor Oxford theoritical physicist mention one another and their work, BUT there is a commonality that applies at to how this INFORMATION SYSTEM that is behind Close Encounters may actually work, which brings us into Outer and Inner Space, and the work of Dr. Remo Roth, again without his work referring to either Deutsch or Dolan, yet extremely relevant to both.
What is said here is a greatly simplified thumbnail sketch of am incredibly complex, but understandable, of a Grand Unified Theory, of sorts, for UFOs, Cosmology, Quantum Physics, Quantum Psychology, and Quantum Computers.
This is all playing out in the High Strangeness of our "WOW!" reports in our E-book, and in the accounts of other Aspects of Close Encounters. Yet, although I SEE THIS ALL QUITE CLEARLY, others may not, and that is alright and understandable, of course.
Whatever the driving "source," it appears to be everywhere at once, nonlocal, interactive and co-creative, infinite.
It may be why my friend of 1988, after our first nighttime excursion to Magnetic Mine Road in Brewster, (prior to The Contact the following night) had a DREAM which excited her, of a FIGURE EIGHT spiraling, and her telling me, "They say this is very important to understand."
Also to be factored into this, in a big way, is the Parrallel Mirror Worlds, Universes and Dimensions, which we have discussed here.
Am I entranced by this? Not necessarily! But it cannot be put aside and ignored, in the interest of Scientific Discovery alone.
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WONDERLAND? NEVERLAND? OR DISNEYLAND?
By Harold Egeln, Jr.
Friday, February 7, 2003 --- On Sunday morning (Feb. 2) as I turned on the TV set to watch a new young people's show on public television called "Myth Quest" which has a virtual reality cyberspace theme, I caught the cartoon show just ending.
I saw a SPACESHIP with the crew saying how they saved the forest and RABBITS on an alien planet. The next scene showed the bunnies hopping around the saved forest. The show is called "Cyber Chase" about cyberspace adventures.
On Monday morning (Feb. 3) at the newspaper office soon after I got to work, the production supervisor brought up a press release on a computer screen. I glanced at it and saw the words "Simon the Gray Rabbit" and "like pulling a rabbit out of a hat" and the word "magician."
Yesterday when our newspaper hit the newsstands, I got my copy in the office. On the editorial pages are six photos with the headline:
"SIMON THE GRAY RABBIT STARS At Kings Co. Inn Of Court Programs"
The program, with top judges and attorneys, was about EYEWITNESS testimony and its reliability. In the first picture a live grey rabbit, Simon, is being held by a justice who "bonds with the lovable Simon the Rabbit."
"Simon was part of an extra presentation by Ken the MAGICIAN, who demonstrated, along with attorneys, the DANGERS inherent in eyewitness testimony," the blurb reads. "Ken underscores the panel's point that very often eyewitness testimony, like pulling a RABBIT (SIMON) OUT OF A HAT, MAY NOT BE WHAT IT SEEMS."
In another photo a woman "points a gentle finger of accusation at SIMON THE RABBIT as he TAKES THE WITNESS STAND."
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TRACKING DOWN CLUES AND
....REACHING A VERDICT
While this latest report can be taken as a synchronistic type of an event, given our witness testimony in this WOW! Signal e-book centered around pulling RABBITS out of quantum hats, is it CONTACT and COMMUNICATION (as we suppose), with its dangers of reliability, or is it something else quite different, and perhaps something relating to the way human minds deal with problem solving? Perhaps it's just plain crazy.
Are we being led through a WONDERLAND that is really a NEVERLAND? And would this be better off as a DISNEYLAND amusement theme?
Again, there is a CONTEXT at play. I went to a National SPACE Society party last Friday evening. The next day the space shuttle Columbia breaks apart upon re-entry killing seven brave young astronauts. I find myself writing an article (which may never be published) for our newspapers about the reaction of the organization's members to this tragedy, and our RABBITS emerge in the midst of all those through SIMON THE GRAY RABBIT.
At the end of "Alice's Adventures In Wonderland" she is put on trial by the QUEEN. Here we have SIMON THE GRAY RABBIT "on the WITNESS stand" at the KINGS County (i.e., Brooklyn) Inn of COURT Program" with top lawyers and judges in the program!
Yes, of course, it may all be pure coincidence, no denying that. Yet, it is like the scene in the 1951 movie "HARVEY" where a character is looking up the defination of the word "POOKA" in a dictionary.
Harvey is the giant invisible white rabbit who befriends James Stewart as Elwood P. Dowd. The dictionary defines a pooka as is a mischevious trickster from an elfish realm. The man reading the defination is amazed with Harvey interjects his own words to him in the defination.
Although that is not the case here, the WAY IT HAS COME ABOUT IS LIKE THAT! And that is very, very interesting. Enough said for now, as we once again rest our case as witnesses.
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