THE NAME ABOVE iL
Autobiography Dieter R. Fischer Book 9
(Sequel to this chapter added 22/10)
|7. The healthy
As driving instructor I knew the road rules: At a zebra crossing, even riding a bicycle, I must give way to pedestrians. As I waited behind the line on the Esplanade, St. Kilda for the man to cross, I was close enough to read the logos on the football jersey he was wearing.
I made a point of engaging in a brief conversation. He was an A-League supporter from New Zealand. He had flown across the Tasman to watch his team, Wellington Phoenix, play in Melbourne the next afternoon. Since I had no plans for that afternoon I considered going to that match.
This is how it came about that after church in the Eastern suburbs the next day, I was driving west along Canterbury Road back toward the city. I was indeed on my way to the newly built AAMI Stadium to watch the A-League football match.
As often happens when travelling, there was a 'call of nature'. In a strange place this can pose a dilemma. Many tales have been told, which started with the same call and ended in ... Did I not read somewhere recently, the term wait a minute has a different ring to it, depending on which side of the toilet door you're on?
If you are now expecting to read one of those stories (and we all have one) I must disappoint you. I'm only explaining, why I was walking through a Melbourne suburban Park, on my way to watch Wellington Phoenix play a brand new football team, called Melbourne Heart.
A building in the distance to my right looked like a toilet block, but it was not in use. I turned left, enjoying the exercise, I noticed on the footpath something silver, reflecting the sunlight. At first I walked on. I always feel a little silly, picking up bits of stuff off the ground, even when nobody is nearby. But curiosity again took over: What if it's something ...?
I turned back a few steps and stooped down and picked it up. The small object was shaped like a heart, made of thin silver plastic. How fitting, I was on my way to watch the Heart. Nice touch.
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St. Stephen's Presbyterian Church, Surrey Hills
I locked up my GIANT OCR3 outside AAMI Stadium right next to another OCR3. Walking to the ticket office I got talking to a lady, who was collecting donations for the homeless. I told her how sad I felt, after seeing a few bodies sleeping under the elevated roadway beside the Yarra River. During our brief conversation I could read her name tag: Beth McComb. She was also a Christian.
I pushed a coin down the slot of her collection tin and went to purchase my entry ticket. It was a cold afternoon in Melbourne. I sat in the south-west corner, not far away from the TV cameras of the official broadcasters Foxtel.
Looking back I see two things that happened that day, for the first time. One, it was my first A-League match, where Adelaide United was not playing.
Secondly, about a minute into the game, Melbourne Heart were attacking as a player kicked the ball hard. It deflected and landed right near where I was sitting. Nobody else was nearby, so it was my job to throw the ball back into play. So I actually touched a ball, which was being used as match ball, between two teams in a football match in Australia's highest football league. I felt rather important as I did it. Considering, without the ball there is no match!
Another incident occurred, which at the time I barely noticed. According to the official match report, player No. 2 of Wellington Phoenix got a yellow card* in the 45th minute. (At the end of the chapter we shall meet the gentleman again. He has a special name - read on).
After the match I was glad to get back onto my bike, getting a little warmer, as I cycled back to where I had parked the Suzuki in nearby Richmond. My backpacker hostel was right on Flinders Street. Parking was not easy. However, I spotted a space, just around the corner. After locking it up I realized I had parked right at the corner of Flinders Lane and Hay Place. I found this amusing, as I remembered the photo I had taken two days earlier of the Toyota, registration plate HAY 001.
The next morning I checked out of the hostel and carried my bags to my car. In the lane beside the hostel I could not help noticing two chaps in a Ute, registration plate XTA ... A ladder stood next to it.
Just around the corner from the YHA a chauffer-driven limousine was parked, the uniformed chauffeur was waiting. The boot (trunk) of the vehicle was opened, a HOLDEN mat had been lifted out, as if it needed drying out. On top of that, the registration plate ... 501 ... What was I to think about all that? Maybe I'm still imagining things, the interpretation of what I see, not what I see?
Within metres from my Suzuki, right near the HAY PL street sign, on the footpath lay a piece of junk. It was a Transport Department brochure advertising car registration plates. In large print on the front was this one: 4 REAL.
More thinking! Aha, once before I had just checked out of a hostel. Minutes later I had picked up off the ground a plastic card POWER 4 MORE. (Book 6, Chapter 1).
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Diary 20/9/10, YHA Label and Bark
My scheduled work in Melbourne completed I was ready to drive back to Adelaide on Monday 20th, September 2010. But why should I leave straight away, arriving at 7 PM, when I can enjoy and simply experience a few hours in the big city, and still arrive home at a reasonable hour?
What followed was one of those experiences, where I felt I was acting on promptings from inside my mind, or in other words, I was led by the Spirit. There is no other way I can explain what I stumbled across and how the date matched that of my story.
Let me tell of my movements and observations, just as I remembered and later recorded it all.
All packed up, ready to return to Adelaide, I crossed over Kingsway Bridge. Parking would be easier on the other side of the Yarra River. Another left turn and, how easy was this, a vehicle had just pulled out of a free two-hour zone. This would be enough time for me to park my green Suzuki, and take my two-wheeler for a ride.
It must sound repetitive and predictable, but I tell it as it was, I had parked right next to a vehicle, registration plate ...444. (The number 4 was going to dominate for a short while, read on).
Where to now? I knew the ABC Building was not far away. During earlier visits to Melbourne I had dropped letters into that place. (Off course, without ever receiving a reply).
It only took a few minutes cycling to the ABC Building in Southbank. I locked my bicycle, leaving it there while taking a walk around the district. As I chained up my GIANT I noted a short distance away, also outside the ABC on Southbank Blvd, a bright red VESPA scooter. The registration plate happened to also be ... 444.
In a kind of walk down memory lane I headed toward the Australian Ballet Company. I had a vague recollection from years earlier of seeing a motorbike parked there and writing about it. Next I strolled among the tall office towers to take a look what was happening at the tiny Lutheran Chapel, off City Road. On a few occasions I had attended performances there. My memory brings up a visiting American Children's choir and a passionate Christian artist, who had recited the complete Book of Revelations from memory.
In the window was a flyer: The Eleventh Hour presents: 'Es erhob sich ein Streit' by Johann Sebastian Bach. I understood the language, but had never heard of this weird title. The literal translation is: 'It raised [itself] into a quarrel (or fight)'. Johann wrote this Cantata in 1726.
I continued walking and suddenly realized I was actually right under ...
... the Eureka Tower. (Book 8, Chapter 2 shows a picture of this tower. The number 4 is clearly visible at the top). Right under this enormous structure at ground level I read the name of a furniture place - Gainsville. In my mind this name immediately rang a bell.
Just as I walked under the Eureka building in Melbourne a cleaner was busy mopping the floor outside the Gainsville furniture store. I couldn't help telling him: "Gainsville was in the news recently, wasn't it?" He was too busy to be taking notice of a stranger, talking in riddles.
Still under the nearly 300 metre tall Eureka Tower, attached to a palm tree, was a plague. It had been erected by the City Council. Councillor Peter Clarke had put his name to it. The message (going from memory) warned about global warming, which could submerge the spot where the reader was standing.
Call me a climate skeptic if you must. One thing I know, and this is where science clashes with religion, if there were no power in the universe, which controls the sun, the moon, the earth and the billions of stars, we would have reason to live in fear of being 'accidentally' wiped out by rising sea levels or a cosmic collision etc.
Knowing that no a human power, no matter how smart or learned they think they are, but God is ultimately in control of the universe, takes away all fear. How liberating is that!
In an email I expressed my thoughts on the subject to the Melbourne Councillor, whose name was on the plague under the Eureka Tower:
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I was almost back at the ABC building (having collected the piece of bark shown above on the way) when in a fleeting moment I recognized a lady's face as she was chauffeured away in a white limousine. It was Federal Minister Jennifer Macklin, the Member for Jagajaga. Listening to the ABC News later I realized she must have been at the ABC to record this announcement:
Where to now, Lord? In a nano-second, as I prayed this brief prayer, the nearby Shrine of Remembrance, a memorial to the fallen, flashed into my mind. The path to this monument from St.Kilda Road is very wide. There were no pedestrians anywhere nearby. I was tempted to stay on my bike, but decided to obey the sign: No bikes. I'm glad I did.
I am almost sure, had I not walked my bike, I would not have found a small, round plastic object, which somebody must have lost or placed there. It was a make-up container, which looked totally out of place. The brand was STARLET. But it would not stay there for long.
Closer to the imposing grey stone-structure, on the ground written in stone, were the words:
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.
Melbourne's Shrine of Remembrance
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.
Well and good - to remember those fallen in the wars, who gave their lives for our country. But how many today remember the ONE, who gave HIS life for all of us, condemned to death, who died in agony on a cross so mankind can live forever?
As I pondered and looked at the word THEM I had an idea. I saw HIM [and] T. But how to change it? Aha, the make-up may do the trick. I walked back to fetch the make-up container I had seen earlier. It would do the trick and easily wash off after rain.
Nobody was around at the wide open space, except on the Eastern boundary, toward the Botanic Gardens, a man in uniform was standing guard. I kneeled on the ground and as casually as possible used the make up to change THEM into HIM:
WE WILL REMEMBER >>> HIM [on the] t
Finishing the job rather quickly, lest the security guard remembered to look my way, I walked back down the same wide path I had come from. Next there were more letters, also in stone on the ground: LET ALL MEN KNOW THIS IS HOLY GROUND.
In my mind, without being disrespectful to our soldiers, no ground is holy, where God's presence is not the reason for its holiness. Many of those, who gave their lives in war would be turning in their graves, if they could see in which direction (away from God) the country they died for is heading.
My Monday morning bike ride down memory lane continued west, across to Lake Albert. On the wall of the rowing club the letters O, G, I, I were still missing - R.WIN PA V L ON. (Book 8, Ch. 7).
Much magic, in my eyes at least, had happened during previous visits near Albert Park. It again happened that morning. Cycling in no particular direction, outside a tall, impressive building a driving school vehicle drew my attention. It was parked all on its own. I could hardy* have missed it. I believe God's Spirit guided me there. For what purpose is not for me to know.
*(Correction 8/11/10 - add L, but then it matches the red Vespa rego. 444)
The vehicle's sign-writing read L2P Driving School. Years earlier in my career I had called my first driving school L TOP. To me it was sufficient reason to lock up the bike and perhaps find the instructor for a chat. Perhaps I could even learn something, if inside that official looking building (it was the South Melbourne Town Hall) a road safety lecture was being conducted?
It wasn't, but I was told that the driving school vehicle parks there regularly. The driver may be in the Cafe next door. He wasn't. Another Cafe was located across the road. I never found the driving instructor. Instead, out of the blue, a few numbers and letters all seemed to fall into place, as if a puzzle was to be completed.
The address of the business next to the Cafe was Number 193. At the time my autobiography was up to Book 9, Chapter 3.
The name of the business at that address struck me even more mysterious. In the previous chapter you read about a piece of debris I picked up after the Saturday seminar in South Yarra. The object, shaped like a J, was still strapped to the back of my bicycle.
Since it has made another appearance, I retrieved it from my souvenir collection (in my shed) and took this scan!
The reason I am showing it again here is the name above the shop at 193: C A J.
It makes me think that what I found next, outside No. 200 Dorcas Street, was no co-incident either. Dorcas Street runs parallel to Bank Street. A business card, mere junk to a casual passer-by, jumped into my field of vision as I was cycling along. I turned back and checked it out. It's now glued into my diary.
A main road leading to Melbourne's CBD has the nice name - Sturt Street. Street of trust, trust God. HE leads us on the right path, every time, if we ask HIM and obey.
On my right, on the forecourt of an arts complex called ACCA (Malthouse Theatre), an unusual creation of light bulbs was lit up brightly (in broad daylight). Hundreds of light bulbs had been arranged into letters and were displayed on an especially erected scaffold. I read:
HEAVEN IS A PLACE WHERE NOTHING EVER HAPPENS
Photo: Justin McManus (The Age)
There obviously is an artistic slant to this thought-provoking sentence. Without explanation or addition of any kind, I felt such a blatant statement in the minds of young children reading it, could influence them negatively.
I could not find an open entrance door to speak to anybody suggesting the additional three letter word. So I decided to again visit the ABC on Southbank Blvd. and cause a little stir there. As I approached the front desk, I knew I wasn't going to get very far. The lady attendant didn't know or wanted to know at first, what I was talking about. When she finally did, she explained it away, as people do, when they don't want to engage with truth.
I turned to leave, when I received a pleasant surprise. My second encounter with a celebrity in one morning. I instantly recognized a pretty, dolly-faced young lady. Those who watch the ABC's First Tuesday Book Club know, who I'm talking about.
Without thinking I said hello. Not thinking for a moment that, hold on, I know her face very well, but she would not have a clue who I was.
In moments like these you always feel awkward, as famous faces must do too, when total strangers come up and try to make conversation, blurting out: "Hey, haven't we met" or "Your face looks familiar" or whatever.
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Minutes later, after an eventful few days in Melbourne, I again crossed the elegant bridge, which carries traffic on the M 1 over the Port of Melbourne to the western suburbs. Five days before this writing a memorial service was held to remember the tragedy, which occurred during construction of this bridge. It had claimed 35 lives.
On October 15 1970 at 11.50am (isn't it strange, how the date and time match?) it was exactly 40 years since a huge span had crashed down onto the unfortunate workers below. It was big news at the time. (More on westgatebridge.org).
A lunch stop at Ararat, a brief walk at Horsham (PRINCE), plus a few refuelling stops, my Suzuki faithfully carried me home across the vast mostly flat landscape of our big country. For a change the fields were green after a wet winter (nice words - wet winter).
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In times like these I feel that God had used me to pass a test. My diary is filled with page after page, where I had noticed a triviality, and either commented on or simply kept it for reference.
During 2010, in increasing numbers, I discerned events reported in the world media, which didn't make sense, until I linked it in, to make sense (if that makes sense?)
Here is an example going back to late June 2010. Wikipedia describes the event like this:
Playing with the names (MAHUT and ISNER) I uncovered an unusual link. Without thinking, almost, I took the last two letters of each surname (UT and ER) to form the word TRUE.
Likewise, the first two letters of these names (MA and IS) came out (backward) rather unexpected - SIAM. But where is the link from the tennis match to SIAM? I hear you ask.
I would not have seen the link either had I not by chance, sorry divine guidance, heard a snippet of information while listening to Radio EBI FM 103.1. It was on the same day as the tennis match (June 23) that Thailand in 1939 changed its name from SIAM to Thailand.
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Another world event, at least this is what the mass media had made out of it, was the rescue on October 13, 2010 at the San Jose Mine in Chile. There were many aspects in this whole sage, which my mind chewed over. Certain aspects of the incredible rescue at Beaconsfield, Tasmania (Book 5, Chapter 29), were still unreconciled in my mind.
I wondered, would those trapped miners also emerge and throw their hands into the air, with great gusto and energy? Would they walk over to a wall to clock off their shift?
Reading about the San Jose story I took a close look at a photo of the specially manufactured rescue capsule. Two points came to mind: One, was anyone of the 33 trapped miners overweight? The hole that was drilled, as well as the rescue capsule, would need to be tailored to suit the biggest person to be lifted out.
Secondly, I pondered on the name of the rescue capsule - Phoenix 2. Why Phoenix 2? Is there a Phoenix 1?
Next, in a moment of inspiration, I saw that Phoenix was the same name as that of Wellington's A-League football team. (I wrote about it at the beginning of this chapter). I looked up the name of Phoenix's Number 2. It was defender Emmanuel Muscat. He was the one, who had received a yellow card in the 45th minute, during the game I had watched in Melbourne on 19.9.
Looking at the bigger picture, I viewed the fate of the rescued miners similarly to that of another Emmanuel. HE also was presumed dead, entombed in a grave (only for a short time) and miraculously rescued by HIS heavenly Father.
Researching, surfing the net what the name Phoenix meant, I learned that it is mentioned in the bible. (Job 28*, 18). Traditionally, the word Phoenix describes a mythological bird, which lives for hundreds of years, then suddenly gets burned up in its nest. One bible scholar, however, Michael Holmes, according to Wikipedia, doubts this theory.
(*Correction - Job 29, 18)
The gentleman was not hard to locate, so I sent this brief message:
In another little twist, on Oct 15th, while researching Emmanuel Muscat, I looked up an incident I recalled from a previous football match in Melbourne. A player by the name Muscat (Kevin) had an altercation with Adelaide United coach John Kosmina.
It so happened that this incident (I was present in the stadium) happened also on Oct. 15th, exactly 4 years earlier. (Bk. 5, Ch. 25).
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Review: Eat Pray Love - Warcry Magazine 9/10/10, page 12
Friends, there is nothing wrong with wanting to escape a mundane routine, yearning for a life of freedom. Eat anything, without feeling guilty, in Italy or just where you live.
Pray by all means, but what's simpler than opening the door of your heart and praying to the only true God, who loves you as if you were the only person in HIS vast universe?
Any adventure sounds great in a multi-million Dollar Hollywood movie. Real life, let's be honest, is usually different. Even Julia would agree with that.
Here is the healthy heart diet:
(Please read sequel to this chapter, below)
Sequel to Book 9, Chapter 7:
(Written / published 22.10.2010)
In all 313 chapters published so far I have never written a sequel to any of them. What I saw early this morning, an amazing discovery, a sequence of scriptures and a subsequent revelation in the form of drop-letters prompted me to write this now, rather than wait until the next chapter!
As always I write it as it was and let the reader judge, if anybody could manipulate data to produce such magic, or indeed, there is a power at work, the Power of the Holy Spirit!
Above: Overview of pages 590 / 591 (Psalms 96, 97, 98)
Below: Individual Psalms and drop letters O T O on same two pages
Note Psalm 96, 3 - it had become a symbol of my work, to declare God's Glory online!
Psalm 97 (King James Version)
1The LORD reigneth; let the earth rejoice; let the multitude of isles be glad thereof.
2Clouds and darkness are round about him: righteousness and judgment are the habitation of his throne.
3A fire goeth before him, and burneth up his enemies round about.
4His lightnings enlightened the world: the earth saw, and trembled.
5The hills melted like wax at the presence of the LORD, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.
6The heavens declare his righteousness, and all the people see his glory.
7Confounded be all they that serve graven images, that boast themselves of idols: worship him, all ye gods.
8Zion heard, and was glad; and the daughters of Judah rejoiced because of thy judgments, O LORD.
9For thou, LORD, art high above all the earth: thou art exalted far above all gods.
10Ye that love the LORD, hate evil: he preserveth the souls of his saints; he delivereth them out of the hand of the wicked.
11Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart.
12Rejoice in the LORD, ye righteous; and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.