|Chapter 2 Written / Published 22.10 / 24.10.14 Pics by author, unless indicated|
This chapter takes us on yet another trip to Melbourne, which I undertook straight after publishing the final chapter of Book 12. Whenever I take a ride down memory lane surprises are waiting just around the corner. We shall bump again into a celebrity, spot interesting registration plates and attend a congress, where delegates had to be escorted in by police.
Whilst the previous chapter showed a Mercedes (Ad), this chapter it's a Porsche (from La La Land.) At the end, an amazing football score with a great message from the winner of all. Enjoy and be blessed!
2. N HILL FAITH.
Driving east on the freeway through the Adelaide Hills I was on my way to Melbourne. I had travelled this road many times, as usually in my green Suzuki. I owe so much to my beloved, little wagon, which has served me for the past 16 years. Its odometer read 340 000 km (212 000 miles) but was still going great. Considering it had an exchange engine fitted in 2011, and other parts I had to replace recently, it may well last another 16 years?
A 4WD vehicle appeared in my rear-view mirror. Did I read the number plate correctly? As it overtook in the lane beside, I was bemused. The registration plate consisted of only one word - DIETER.
The day before I had finished writing and publishing Book 12. In the final chapter the colours black and white featured rather prominently. What should I make of it, seeing my name in white letters* one day later on the road? (Regular plates are the opposite, white background, black letters / numbers).
Had I not been driving at 100 km/h, I would have loved taking a photo of my name in black and white on that 4 WD. ( At 60 km/h ... perhaps? Just kidding).
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The reason for this journey, on my own to Melbourne, was not a football match, as was the case many times in the past. I was booked as a delegate to a conference the next day. A conservative Christian group called the Endeavour Forum (Code if...it) was hosting the annual event of an equally conservative organisation, whose Headquarters is in Rockford Ill.
I liked the idea that the Melbourne conference was for free and the date was 30.8.14. (Later I learned the venue was at (P/C 3803) Hallam - am all - it!
There was controversy right from the start. The organisers had to try four times to find a venue that would accommodate the event. As soon as the managers found out, who it was that had booked the place, they cancelled at short notice. At the last minute, a Christian group, as conservative as the Endeavour Forum, came to the rescue and offered their facilities. The group is called 'Catch the Fire' Ministries. (Note the name.)
Originally, various politicians were scheduled to attend and give speeches. One by one they pulled out, including the Federal Minister or Families, Kevin Andrews. The reason, as I understood, was the location for the conference. Many who would have attended at a reception place, a hotel or a civic hall, did not want to be associated with Catch the Fire Ministries.
Another major speaker was Dr. Angela Lanfranchi, a breast cancer oncologist. Her mission, as it were, is to alert the world that there is a link between the termination of pregnancy and an increased risk of breast cancer. The medical profession, is denying this link. Pregnant women, contemplating an abortion should be warned of this risk, according to Dr. Lanfranchi.
Friends, like many readers I am not a medical expert, neither are journalists who report on the research and studies done etc. In the end you put your trust in the experts. But I rather trust a medical scientist, who puts his or her faith in God.
Those who support a woman's right to a convenience abortion, can't claim to be trusting God at the same time. I know Dr. Lanfranchi would not have been a speaker that day, if she were not trusting God. In the end the truth will win. If we were to hear it now, and politicians and doctors were to act on it, how many unborn babies would live? Would breast cancer deaths be reduced?
From a layman's point of view, without having researched any studies on breast cancer etc, to interrupt the healthy process of pregnancy, is unnatural. The probability that there will be side effects, medically and psychologically, seem very great.
One day all will know the truth - God's truth on all moral issues, which this world grapples with. In the end, the bible will prove to be right. Thou shalt not kill does not need modernising!
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Beaconsfield Parade runs along the shores of Port Phillip Bay, from the Tasmanian Ferry Terminal in Port Melbourne to Saint Kilda. Many locals were out that morning, Monday 1.9.14. Some were jogging, others pedalling, some taking their pet for a walk.
As I was about to cross the busy road at a pedestrian crossing, I recognized a tall, trim gentleman, who was also waiting for the traffic lights to change. He was walking his dog. My mind in an instant placed him onto the panel of the ABC TV's First Tuesday Book Club, hosted by Jennifer Byrne.
Not only had I bumped into a celebrity (Jason*), I knew that in one of my chapters his name played a major role (Book 7, Ch.9).
(To refresh readers' memory, I had fun with Jason's surname - Steger. I had added one letter (code r +) and, reading backwards, created - regrets. Moments earlier I had heard Edith Piaf sing Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien**.)
Celebrities must be facing this situation all the time. A total stranger recognizes them and engages in a conversation. Ours lasted about a minute. I said that I had come over from Adelaide for the controversial congress on Saturday. I knew he'd be on the other end of the political spectrum.
Jason emphasized that he agrees in one point - we are both entitled to express our views. Before parting I assured him I'd be watching the show the next day.
There were other photos I took during this Melbourne trip, which onlookers must have wondered, why I would snap a picture. Often the focus is on motor cars, whose registration plate or other data triggers my brain. A code comes up. A message comes out. (Regular readers know exactly what I mean).
During a brief ride down memory lane, outside Como House in South Yarra, I noticed a vehicle registration plate LILL. Checking my archives it was exactly the same vehicle as that in Book 7, Ch.6.
Strange, how it was parked in the same location, only across the road! (It may well be, the driver of this vehicle works and parks there regularly). Another vehicle, bright yellow, was parked right in front of LILL, rego plate ...272!
At times I snap a photograph simply because what I saw reminded me of what I had written in the past. When this happens within days of publishing, my brain certainly takes notice and reaches for the camera. (Regular readers know exactly what I mean).
For this writing I searched out the drama BENT. I know that watching this play, written in 1979, would make me feel very uncomfortable. There a two reasons: One, it contains the evil acts committed by the German people during the NAZI era. Two, in the centre of the plot is a deep love affair between two homosexual men. Call me homophobic, if you must. (Are there any other homophobic numerologists in the world? A support group ...?)
Those on the political left may now expect me to launch into an attack against the Gay and Lesbian community. No! The following thoughts are directed at straight men!
Where I see the damage being done, the fall out from this coming out by the gay population, is the undermining of healthy male to male relationships. Can I not love another man, enjoy time with him, do things with him and have fun, without even a distant thought of becoming physically involved?
Two happily married men ought to be able to love one another, without reservation; yes even sharing a tent, if this were to become necessary (and snoring or smelly feet wouldn't be an issue). I recall a comment by one of my best friend's wife: "[He] is not going to sleep [with you] in a tent!"
In preparation for my interstate trips I have at times considered asking others to join me. Besides companionship, the cost-sharing of gasoline and hotel costs is a major bonus. But unless the relationship with that man is close and long-standing, these men may question my motive?
All it takes is a negative comment, an innuendo by a jealous wife or somebody who loves destroying relationships, and the male to male friendship may be over.
A great way to kill a man's reputation is to spread rumours about his sexuality. It's like spreading a false story about a restaurant, about the kind of food they serve. You may not believe it, but just to be on the safe side, you dine elsewhere!
The gay lobby's fervent push for rights, and to be fully accepted as normal, has another fall-out. There are many single mothers out there. Their children don't have a father figure around. If close relationships between men is in danger of disappearing, those between men with boys even more so.
But one must not throw caution to the wind. The world's media in recent years has been busy reporting child sexual abuse cases. Of course, there are evil elements, who are controlled by another power, and are not in control of their own actions.
An extremely sad case comes to mind. Years ago, when nobody hardly ever talked about this issue, a so-called uncle befriended a family we were friends with. One year he offered to take the children on a holiday trip. Not only did abuse happen. The results were devastating. One of their two boys later took his own life.
Jesus minced no words when he said: "It would be better for that man to have a millstone tied around his neck and he be thrown into the ocean!'
It's time politicians and the people of the world wake up. It's time to defend the traditional family. Without this ancient, solid foundation on which all of mankind's future depends, earth will one day be regarded as a Failed Planet.
In times like these, friends, believers need to keep the faith. When the pressure becomes so great and the easy option is to confirm or to keep silent, we need to ask God for faith, for strength to endure to the end.
During my long drive home from Melbourne, God granted me faith. (Read on).
On Monday morning, 1st September 2014, the traffic leaving the big city via the Westgate Bridge was at crawling speed. At the Miller St exit, it was reported, a person had been struck by a vehicle and killed. It was still creating frustration for motorists three hours later.
During the long trip home I was listening to music CDs or tuned into the radio. At one stretch of road a police vehicle was travelling in the opposite direction. I took special notice, because a nanosecond earlier, the news reader on the radio had spoken the word police.
This reminded me of an incident earlier that day, during my morning bike ride. I was passing by an address in Port Melbourne, one I had searched out years ago. The first accuser the imprisoned magistrate, had moved there, after getting a well-paid, super job with the Formula One Motor-sport Team. Of course, I had no idea if he still lived at that address.
This person was the one, who I had phoned, while he was visiting his mother in Adelaide. He had threatened me over the phone that he would have the call traced by police.
What had happened that morning, as I was passing by this address? I saw a police vehicle right near the place. The officer did a U-Turn right in front of me. He gave me a look. But then, police vehicles do U-Turns all day long...?
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Driving west toward Adelaide late in the afternoon I was approaching Dimboola. The place is the subject of a story in an earlier book. I wondered, should I drive through the town, just for fun, or stay on the highway? I decided to make the slight detour through the town without stopping. At the end of town, on my right, I caught a glimpse of an old, dilapidated house, like those you see in an open-air museum.
"Stop and take a photo!" One side of me wanted to do it. The other argued that it was getting late, better keep moving ...! After driving on for 1/2 kilometre the side of me that loves action won. I did a U-Turn, no two. I stopped my Suzuki and took this picture:
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What better way to end this chapter than a little football (the round one) magic! The Porsche registration plate earlier [L] A 7 had already, kind of, pointed to the numbers 1 and 7.
On the day before this writing German Bundesliga team Bayern Munich won their UEFA champions League game by that score, a huge 1:7. Their victory was even of greater value, since it was played away in Rome, against Roma. But it was the half-time score, which was an even greater surprise - 5:0.
Does this not ring a bell (or blow a whistle?) In my brain it did.