Morning of February 11, 2014. Tuesday.

The Barton Ministry was the first Australian Commonwealth ministry, and ran from 1 January 1901 to 24 September 1903. My father was born during this time. Coincidentally, on his birthday, because the “fiddler” theme has just popped up again, I found a surprising old article. (The “fiddler on the roof” was ironically Jesus in an old childhood dream.) On the day of my father’s birthday there was an article (in an American newspaper) of a “celestial being” (in description) of a boy who played the fiddle. He was from, of all places, where my wife’s father had lived in Hungary. His name was Kun Arpad, but no one is sure what happened to him (well, at least certain people - I am sure there are/were many who know/knew). At any rate, another surprise - my wife just happened to find a second-hand DVD of the movie “Fiddler on the Roof” at just the “right” time - and for a dollar - right after the “96 Tears” book.

One dream from just prior to contact with my wife the first time was incorporated into my unpublished novella, which I had sent a copy of to Piercing Eyes in the PAIA. This novella had a scenario of a man being chased by a chubby fiddler up and over a hill with a group of other people in the very loud, somewhat discordant music - one of my most vivid dreams, not quite as vivid as such as the quetzal and silver sebright “union”, though. It also featured elements of 1901 and earlier. One person I had sent it to was so overwhelmed by the precognitive facets in it (including the eruption of Mount Pinatubo exactly as in the story - among other things) that they could not even accept it and tried to convince themselves that the postmark was somehow in error and that I had sent it to them after the events mentioned (9-11 was detailed in very precise ways in the same story, even with lines about the flames coming out on both sides of the building - but that event came years later).

Mt. Pinatubo erupted in 1991 after my wife and I had been writing for a short time. Coincidentally, my wife had written to someone prior to this for a short time (before our first contact) and relating to the Ifugao people which I also wrote about in my story - based on a dream with several levels of precognition of events over about a year all-in-one. This was a time when synchronicity was truly surreal - other people seemed to be experiencing this as well, and I know of at least one book on it regarding twin flames (Yin/Yang match-ups) and such (there were even large “no smoking” signs featuring the Yin/Yang symbol) - one person claimed that 22 led him into “Hell” with it being the only number he heard randomly from various sources for several months - whatever - this is just the “me too/two” mentality at one level, I suppose - but the world did not end (even though “two” is the English word that represents entropy) - and I found my own endless “22” repeats from everywhere and anywhere amusing, not alarming. Not only that, the United Church of Christ in the Philippines was, of origin, on my father’s birthday (including the year). “Presbyterian missionaries in the Philippines in April 1901 invited missionaries of other evangelical churches to a conference to discuss the possibility of working together in the proclamation of the gospel of faith alone as the only way of salvation for Filipino Catholics, Muslims and pagans.”

After seeing a lot of old intriguing videos and going over documents, and my wife going through a huge number of older photographs, I went back to where it began (at least on one level - technically it began before I was born). I noted the overhead view of near where I was born has a design that resembles the eight-spoked wheel (which I have seen in many forms including the “We Can Fly” video). Standing and gazing out over the ocean as a young boy - I pondered how long it would be before we were together. Standing out looking over the ocean - exact to the degree - of where she was being born.

More on the article about the “fiddler”:

"Kun Arpad, child violinist, now became a political pawn in a larger game." (The pawn is a negative, apparently, variation on the 22, a two flipped and superimposed on the other as I had shown in another entry - however, being a "pawn" of the universe is not always a negative association).

"In Boston, the Journal of Education said: ‘Why should one little boy be denied the privilege of working in a shop by day while another is allowed to work at night, work that is vastly more harmful?’ A 9 year-old boy playing a violin was no match for the political machines at work here.

In August, Kun’s name appeared again in the newspapers, but this time in the society section, where he was described as entertaining guests at a few house parties in Newport, Rhode Island, the fashionable address for New England’s wealthy elite.” (where the old Cowsills “We Can Fly” video, which I had just seen for the first time in years, was filmed - more intriguing synchronicity.)

Tevye: As Abraham said, “I am a stranger in a strange land… “
Mendel: Moses said that.
Tevye: Ah. Well, as King David said, “I am slow of speech, and slow of tongue.”
Mendel: That was also Moses.
Tevye: For a man who was slow of tongue, he talked a lot.

…from “Fiddler on the Roof