It’s what linear thought would deem the year to be 2009. Alice has tripped and fallen down the rabbit hole. Her resistance and struggle against the Infinite has positioned her as homeless, jobless and hopeless. As she falls scratching at the sides in her feeble attempt to save herself from herself a vision appears. A cheshire cat with a big cheesy grin nudges gently her frozen shoulders and whispers softly, go to the retreat in Toronto, Almine is there. Still frozen with fear she prepares to meet herself, Almine. As she enters into this magical room of masters and mister’s, god’s and goddesses, grace begins to fill her, unfold her, embrace her and yet she still falls within the rabbit hole. Glorious is this fall, for she is not falling at all, nor is there direction, protection, reflection, or expectation as there is no point of arrival. Alice is not Alice at all. The Gratitude I would express in words will never hold water ever, I love you Almine!