Autobiography Dieter Rolf Fischer Book 11
(Pictures by author, unless indicated) Book 11 / Ch. 19 Written / Published 3.3 - 6.3.2013
Alert readers would have figured that I had 'created' 8.0 in the introduction to the previous chapter, by adding the scripture references 2,7 and 5,3. This was an error, however. It should have been 5.5.
But now take a look at 2,7 + 5.3 + 5,5. The scriptures, which talk about the birth a of son, now add to 13.5 - those of a birthday 01.30.50.
If God appears to have made a mistake, ask HIM, where is the magic that turns wrong into good?
19. Observation era
Witness - the final word of chapter 18 - was inspired. I can't explain it any other way. Thinking, how to end a chapter I often whisper a prayer for help. Witness came. Not only was it the final word in the chapter, it was the only word in the very last line.
As I wrote this last word I had long forgotten, unless it was in my subconscious, that I had had contact that very morning, 20.2.2013, with a BBC Radio program called witness. It took me until the next day to see the link.
Sixteen hours or so before finishing and publishing chapter 18 I had sent an email to the BBC, London. It was (to the best of my knowledge) my first ever message to 'Witness'. I had been listening in the middle of the night, where an interview was broadcast with Betty Friedan. The lady had 50 years earlier published her work 'Feminine Mystique'.
As I understood it Friedan was a pioneer in the women's liberation movement, expressing the frustration many woman struggle with, just being a mother and housewife. This prompted me to comment on the subject. Those who think the bible teaches that a woman's role is to stay at home, raise children and provide for the family, are only half right.
In my message I drew attention to Proverbs 31. Besides providing for husband and children a virtuous, godly wife does many other things:
In my email to the BBC I could not resist pointing out that if Betty Friedan changed a to e (ae code) in her surname, it would mean Peace (in German.).
Modern, misguided feminists did all, but achieve peace between men and women. The opposite is true. A war is raging, and there are only losers - husbands, wives, children. Real peace comes, real success is achieved, when every man and every woman finds their god-given role in life and happily fulfils it.
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Another company sign with meaning - Velbert / Germany
Global experience specialists - sounds OK, on my business card?
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Recently a series of discoveries came across my radar, which prompted an email hat-trick (three in three days) to the US TV Show Today. The date it all started is significant - 2.28. The next day was 3.01 (Feb. 28th / March 1st). Right back in Chapter 1...
... I had discovered a twist in these numbers, linking a bible verse to my car's registration plates.
As I was writing my diary I watched the USA's Today Show. On Feb. 28th the world's news channels were filled with the unprecedented abdication of a pope. Benedikt XVI had resigned. It was his final day at work, a new era was about to begin. It was this short word era, which in my mind took centrestage. (Later it again will work magic, read on).
My creative brain merged the letters of ERA into the roman numeral (X V I) of the outgoing pope and created a name. It was not a common name and pronounced exactly the same, it also meant something else.
Here is how I sent this playful discovery to the US TV Show on Feb 28th. (I will mention the time I pressed the sent button, unplanned, because the digits seem to be following us - 10.35 am.)
Afterwards, after I had sent above email, I read my daily Our Daily Bread bible reading. I was a day late, which meant the date was 3.01 (March 1st) in Australia. The 3-monthly Daily Bread bible booklet ended on that day. To my great surprise I found the word savior, the one I had crowed about the day before, was the third to last word on the page:
In my second email to Today / USA, on March 1, I pointed out the above. In the meantime however, a fresh observation during a Pope news report, captured my imagination.
The very next morning (March 2) a further relevant revelation came. My third email to the US TV Show completed the hat-trick. It closed the circle. It all came right back to Adelaide.
On the morning of commencing this chapter, a day after the above emails, something happened, which had happened before, but I have never written about it. It came during the church service, during the communal singing: more ear.
To understand what I saw the reader must know that the song-lyrics at our church are displayed in huge letters on a screen above the platform. In front of the platform, coming down from the ceiling, a microphone hangs from the ceiling, attached to a long cable. During the singing, it appears, this long, thin cable runs straight down the screen, straight through the song lyrics.
This morning, as the song 'I love you Lord' came up on the screen, I saw this in the second phrase:
The cable from the ceiling ran right through the letters m o a u*, as shown here. My upside down, downside up brain, using code o / a read: am alpha / omega: "I am the alpha and omega ..." Revelation 22,13. (The letters moa, as in MoMa will feature later in the chapter).
But I would not have bothered writing about it here, had not the song ended in the three letters, which started the Savior-Pope Roman numerals magic: ear. (Please note, I didn't chose exactly where to sit. I had brought visitors to church. As I parked the car, they entered the auditorium and chose, where to sit!)
(*Sorry, typing error - it clearly should read a o a o! Corrected 18.3.13)
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If the letter n was trying to show off, how about in the name of a US city? Scrambled, the name of that city is ESP A N OK.
It came in a book I had casually picked up at the second hand store, where I work. Looking at the front cover I thought, this would be a good read: 'Tested by Fire - a true story of courage and faith'. A businessman, who was caught in a snowstorm crashed his light plane. He was horribly burned, but survived - just.
On page 75 I suddenly saw a date - Feb. 7th, the day of the victim's birthday. I took a scan of the passage:
Tested by Fire, a story of courage and faith.
Power Book / ISBN 0-8007-5016-0
Our country Australia was severely tested by fire on 2.7.09, when the worst natural disaster occurred, claiming many lives. While burn victim Merrill passed the test by fire, he recovered to live a fulfilling life, did Australia pass the test of fire? Did our leaders learn anything? Is anybody asking after God, who is trying to get our attention?
Judge for yourself, if Australian politicians and our leaders have learned a lesson: The day before commencing this chapter a famous Sydney street parade took place. I was grieved in my Spirit watching the TV News pictures. The Sydney gay and lesbian mardi gras has become a mocking parade at everything our country once held in high esteem - moral values. How low has it gone, how much further can it fall?
It was sickening to see our Minister for Health, along with sparsely clad marching men and women, showing off in such a provocative way. Surely, our Federal Minister was not promoting the gay lifestyle as part of her health program? Not surprising to also see the leader of the Green Party. The Green party wins over voters with their policy of saving forests. Do these voters realize they are promoting same-sex marriage along with it?
But it was not only the fact that a certain group in our society was receiving so much attention from politicians - while they don't give a damn about innocent people in jail - it was another aspect, a first ever, which disturbed me about this parade. Defence Force personnel in full uniform was marching along as well.
In an email, to the Minister of Defence dated 3.3.13, I expressed how I felt (maybe a bit too strongly):
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(Continuing our journey through Germany)
It was a warm welcome from my brother in Langenberg. He had not changed, always organising, always on the go. He had arranged an upstairs, cosy flat, where I could stay for a few days. It was right in the centre of this picturesque village, in the prettiest part of the Ruhrgebiet, which is one of the largest industrial centres in Europe.
As he was during my previous visit in 2007 my brother was a great host. We dined out in some fine restaurants, or enjoyed a brew of coffee and cake mid-afternoon, a typical German tradition. He chauffeured me his silver Mercedes. We visited landmarks in the area, while talking about family, about old times and all the travel experiences we had.
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The time for our good-bye came much too soon. Roland walked with me to catch the S-Bahn to Essen, from where I was going to catch the train to Berlin. He advised me to wait for the train right toward the front: "That's where the carriage for bicycles usually stops."
I thought it wasn't that important, where you stand, as long as I get my bike onto the train. So I didn't argue my ex-Manager brother. He had been high up in retail in a large department store in Essen. He as used to push employees around, and they had to obey.
My brother insisted we'd wait for the train right at the front (please note) and almost lost patience with me. All went well. The good-bye was a handshake - Germans love to shake hands - and a "See you sometimes in Adelaide!"
Fast forward a few hours to Essen, Central Station - Platform 6:
I never made it onto the 10.29 train to Minden. I blame my brother Roland for that. Like earlier that morning in Langenberg, I waited right at the front of the train platform, thinking this is where to load my bicycle. But to confuse things, on this long distance train, things turned out differently. As this train pulled slowly into the station I did not seen a bicycle carriage at all. Very quickly I walked my bike along the platform, from carriage to carriage, looking for the bike sign. It was a battle to dodge the throngs of disembarking and boarding passengers.
It was a long train and I knew it wouldn't stop very long. Finally, the carriage with the bicycle symbol. It was right at the back. The word for back is in German hinten (please note). I pressed the door-open button, a second after the green light had gone off. (Without the green light, the button is inactive.)
My train left literally in front of my nose! No big deal, really. I knew there was another train in two hours time. I would arrive in Berlin at 5 PM instead of 3 PM. But what fun did I have on that next train!
During the journey, making use of the time, I wrote up on my diary. After updating all I pulled out a cross word puzzle I had bought earlier in Cannstatt, just for those long train journeys. Anybody thinking the following is fiction, you're allowed to do so (especially, since I can't located the 'evidence' having mislaid it somewhere). But I know that what I write really was so.
The very first entry into the crossword puzzle on the train came in seconds. It was a simple question, and I knew the answer. Gegenteil von vorne (Opposite of in front). Answer: hinten (English: at the rear).
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If readers were to think this is the 'N' global experience I alluded to in the previous chapter, it is not so! To experience this magical mystery, also a photo taken at a train station, let's go back to the S-Bahn between Langenberg and Essen that same morning. The date was Thursday September 20, 2012. (Just now I see the similarity to 10.29?)
I knew there was a suburb of Essen called Steele. During my short stay in the Ruhrgebiet I had once cycled into the city. There was a sign pointing to Steele. It brought back memories of the town with the same name in Missouri, USA, where I had to repair my bicycle luggage carrier with a piece of steel only a few months earlier? (Chapter 5).
Sitting on the S-Bahn, again en route to Essen, the train stopped at Essen-Steele. After it had stopped, looking out the window, I was flabbergasted. From the exact spot where I was sitting, the sign for the train station looked at me in a strange way. It was partly covered by the platform's clock. Take a look:
Essen-Steele, September 20th, 2012 - I saw Es, es, es & n.
But there was more. Because I had missed the train I used the two-hour wait to enquire at the Essen train station about the return journey. There was a short waiting time in the information office. I took a number and sat down, waiting for my turn. Casually looking out the window, watching traffic go by, I noticed a large truck had stopped, right outside the window I was sitting near. Three large letters looked at me. This time it was not N it, but ...
... l i t Information - Transport
First N is it, next L is it - Aha, on the way to Berlin!
We are back at steel, which is pronounced exactly like steal. This takes us to a TV program I was watching on the evening before this writing. I knew this chapter was leading us to a place called Steele. Therefore, my surprise to see a name of the TV - Don Steel and a story we could title - the big STEAL !
The only hope for those smart evil doers is to ask forgiveness, make restitution and follow the teaching of Jesus Christ! The alternative is unthinkable (not only for big corporate crooks, but for all who have not claimed Jesus as savior.
Let me end this chapter on a local story. It can't get more local than this, because it happened about 50 metres from our house. I was taking the dog for a walk on the evening of 4.3.14 (2 days before publishing). I turned into Liberman Road, pulling along my dog, who was struggling a little in the heat, and 'old age'. Returning the same way, well before I reached our street again, I saw the flashing lights of an emergency vehicle. An accident had occurred. One young man, not paying attention, had failed to negotiate a bend and hit a tree front on.
His 2006 Holden was a mess. But fortunately, his airbag saved him from injury. I was astounded, looking at the damage, to see the crash driver walking around, making phone calls.
A little later in the evening I picked up the latest issue of Our Daily Bread Bible reading. Vaguely, I had a notion the numbers on the front were familiar. Checking them out, there were indeed the 3 1 6 digits on the front cover (pic. below). A closer look revealed, the figures were indeed the date of uploading this chapter 6.3.13 plus 1.
As I was checking, if the scripture reference was indeed also the date, I noticed the comment about the picture on the front. It shows Jacaranda trees in Queensland, Australia. (For a publication, where almost all writers are Americans, I found this not unusual, but interesting.)
More interesting, however, remembering that only an hour earlier I had seen the motor car against a tree, I sensed that there was some fun to be had.
It was the timing again, which I marvelled at.
King David's song of thanksgiving, where even the trees in the woods rejoice before Lord, goes on to say: "...for he is coming to judge the earth." David expresses the same thought in Psalm 96, 13:
Jesus in the New Testament comes as a judge. In Matthew 25, 31-34 we read:
Do you want to get a rich inheritance? Have you been made righteous? Do you know and love the truth?
"You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free!" (John 8, 32).
Chapter 20 - (Please note: Our European journey continues in Chapter 21)