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Synchronicity In Wonderland will illustrate the concept of meaningful coincidence to a new level of understanding who we are in relationship to Time. I believe without a shadow of a doubt that Father Time is a friend of mine!

Father Time came to me in 1963 on Easter morning, in different hues of blue white holographic light energy, in the form of a Rabbit, dressed in a vest coat, holding a pocket watch. Yes, the Rabbit from Alice In Wonderland. It awakened me without saying a word. He kept repeatedly glancing at his watch then looking at me while standing in the hallway at my bedroom door. After a few moments he moved just out of my sight down the hallway. Overcome by curiosity I cautiously got out of bed and crept into the hallway. There he stood in his luminous blue light, looking at his watch then me. Eventually turning around and running down the hallway past my sisters bedroom to my parents room. All doors were closed so his only exit was to turn left at the end of the hallway into our living-room. It was all I could do to keep up with him as he sped across the room. Like a Genie disappearing into its lamp he vanished underneath the couch. At that same instant it was as if someone stuck their leg in front of me, tripped me, and I slid on my hands and face right up to the couch where the Easter Bunny disappeared. After I recovered from my fall I sat there pinching myself making sure I was not in a dream. It was early morning so I didn’t even try to go back to bed. At that point in time I didn’t mention my experience to anyone. I figured they would either laugh at me or think I was crazy.

THE RABBIT SENDS IN A LITTLE BILL
“It was much pleasanter at home,”
thought poor Alice
“when one wasn’t always growing
larger and smaller
and being ordered about by mice and rabbits
I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that
rabbit-hole-and yet-it’s rather curious,
you know, this sort of life!
I do wonder what can have happen to me!
When I used to read fairy-tales,
I fancied that kind of thing never happened,
and now here I am in the middle of one!
There ought to be a book written about me,
that there ought!
And when I grow up, I’ll write one—
but I’m grown up now,”
she added in a sorrowful tone,
“at least there’s no room to grow up any more here.”


The next close encounter happened on Easter morning 1964. I was awaken once-again, without a sound, by another approximately six foot Rabbit. This time it was a girl Rabbit. It had on a dress, was wearing bloomers with those frilly gatherings, and had a bonnet on with a daisy extending out of it. As I sat up in bed and observed, she just kept hopping at my doorway for quite some time before going down the hall.
I went into the hall and looked down it to see if it would be there like the one I chased the year before. It had disappeared altogether out of sight. I then went into the living-room and was remembering everything that had happen to me the year before. Finally after reminiscing what had happened I went back to bed and went to sleep.

At this point in time no one knew of any of my experiences. At breakfast the next morning would be the first synchronistic experience relating to the coming of the Easter Bunnies.


My sister Nancy while sitting at the breakfast table said, “Eugene your not going to believe, what I saw last night. I had a Rabbit dressed up like a girl at my bedroom door.” I asked her, “and what did you do?” Nancy said, “I chased her into the living-room and she went underneath the couch and disappeared.” I then asked Nancy to show me where the Rabbit went underneath the couch. We had two couches in the living-room and I wanted to make sure it was the same couch that I had seen mine go under the year before. It was the exact spot where I had chased the Rabbit one year prior. Also in the living-room were two of the largest Easter Baskets my sister and I had ever been given.

We then went back to the breakfast table. I then asked Nancy, “what did the Rabbit look like?” She said, “It had a dress on and had frilly like pantaloons.” Then I said, “yes it had a bonnet on with a daisy sticking out of it didn’t it.” Nancy said, “how did you know?”

I explained I had seen her Rabbit that same night and had chased one myself one year earlier underneath the couch as she had.


THE POOL OF TEARS

After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance,
and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming.
It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with
a pair of white kid gloves in one had and a large fan in the other:
he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came,
“Oh the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won’t she be savage if I’ve kept her waiting!”
Alice felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help of any one;
so when the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low timid voice,
“If you please, sir—“ The Rabbit started violently,
dropped the white kid gloves and the fan,
and scurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go.


Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot
she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking:
“Dear, dear! How queer everything is today!
And yesterday things went on just as usual.
I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night?
Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning?
I almost think I can remember feeling a little different.
But if I’m not the same, the next question is,
Who in the world am I?
“Ah, that’s the great puzzle!”
And she began thinking over all the children she knew,
that were of the same age as herself,
to see if she would have been changed for any of them.