Autobiography Dieter Rolf Fischer Book 11
(Pictures by author, unless indicated) Book 11 / Epilogue Written / Published 27.5 - 30.5.2013
Had I seen it earlier I would have concluded the previous chapter (24) with the amazingly timed entry in Our Daily Bread / 18.5.2013. That day my readers read about my return journey through Canada, arriving back in California, in order to return home to Australia.
The very next morning, (on 19.5) I caught up with above Daily Bread Bible reading. What I found paralleled very much what I had written.
This Epilogue starts with this unplanned, amazingly timed magic. Later in the chapter I will summarize and explain the Da Ninci code, the weird way in which letters, names and numbers etc. developed over a decade of writing. Readers, especially first timers, will better understand the thinking behind my somewhat strange codes, the method in the ma.... man.
Please, may I reiterate - what I observed, how I viewed and interpreted it, may sound strange, but it's all good, all true.
Book 11 - Epilogue
IT had happened so often, I wrote and published a chapter one day, and the next I discovered how certain details fit perfectly into that part of my journey. The day after publishing the previous chapter I was one day behind, catching up on the reading of 18.5.13. What I read that very morning was just like that.
In my writing I had just entered California, ready to travel back home (to Australia).
The bible reading for 18.5.13 was about a preacher, who had travelled to California to commence a pastorate in Long Beach. It was Bill Crowder, the only contributor to Our Daily Bread, who I once met personally. Here are the first few paragraphs, his story of arriving in California:
Take a look and see the uncanny parallel:
Only hours before this writing I had occasion to express disbelief in what I had heard on a breakfast TV program. As I understood the matter, babies aged 6 weeks old would benefit from going into child care, to get a good start at learning!
How nicely phrased it is, the concept of dumping young babies into the hands of strangers, left there all day, so they learn something! Early learning! What bulldust! As if six week old babies need learning anything? Humans of that age need and learn bonding. They learn trust on their mother's breast.
How insecure young babies must feel without this bonding? In the email I sent I mentioned, tongue-in-cheek, that this must have been the problem for creative thinkers like me. Maybe, my weird, outside-the-box thinking was formed, because I was not shoved into a little box in an early learning centre at six weeks old, and educated by an expert?
My different views on things, which I expressed boldly, were difficult to deal with by those around me. Family members, close friends and bosses at work, all must have thought I was mad. At the height of my crisis, as described in my very early writing, I did things that were most unusual. Some was madness. But to the mad thinker, it all makes sense. But trying to explain it to others proved very frustrating. It made matters worse.
Today, fourteen years and a decade of writing later, I feel I have proved my sanity. Writing it all down, getting it off my chest, proved great therapy. Readers may think I tried to prove my sanity by writing stuff, which sounds insane. There is much truth in that. To my playful mind, the code which I called Da Ninci, after the famous Book by Dan Brown, made sense. Here is a summary of the codes most regular readers would be very familiar with:
The Da Ninci Code
To Be Continued - Our Daily Bread - 19.5.2013.
Recently, checking my inbox an email had arrived. Among other data I spotted a name - Newton. It's that of my wife's maiden name. Out of curiosity I clicked through to a website. This came in the introduction:
Ubuntu, using my coded mind, I read it: U3 b n (on the) cross.
(Code IT above are the drop letters I and T)
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In recent years, since working at the second-hand shop as a volunteer, I had many experiences, where I came across the code. (I have written and published photos of some). One day two visitors arrived on bicycles, wearing white shirts; missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. As we briefly chatted at the check-out, I could read their names: Mr. Reid and Mr. Stirling.
Did they read (IT) and thought it was Stirling?
Names are a constant source of code-linking. In recent days these came on TV: Don Noon, Gabriel Mann, Gabrielle Boyle and a Mr. Booy. This latter one, it doesn't take much de-coding, became O Boy.
A very sad, very tragic O story had just happened, days earlier. I try to tell it backwards, since it is rather complex, but again, in my mind it all makes sense. In the end it will point to the risen God.
On Monday May 27th, 2013 we had just said good-bye in our driveway to friends, who had visited that evening. My wife remembered that we had not checked our mailbox that day. There was only one letter, addressed not to us, but our son and his partner:
Letter addressed to ... M o r r i s & T i m ...
After our friends, who had not visited for many months, drove away, we went back inside our house. It was Monday, so we watch ABC TV.. When I tuned in, just before 9PM, the investigative program Four Corners still screened. Within a minute, maybe two, a gentleman's name appeared on the screen as he made a comment. His name - T i m M o r r i s.
How could I not immediately sense the perfect timing of the names, the two within minutes of each other? But what does one do? My wife did not see the name. I did not bother trying to express my surprise. We had come to a kind of understanding, that ... she doesn't understand, nor is interested in. This was a journey I had to go alone, with only my Heavenly Father as comforter.
For a day I thought about this, prayed and thought some more. My mind went back one week to Monday 20th May 2013. That evening we also had a visitor. Like the other people, he not been to our place for some months. Nothing unusual, until the next morning. The news was filled with pictures of the terrible destruction in Okalahoma. I don't have to describe it, readers would be aware of the devastation the huge, coming out-of-nowhere storm caused.
Of course, our first thought was for our adventurous boy. Thankfully, he and his group of storm chasers had left this area, according to his facebook page. But then suddenly, hearing the location of the storm, my brain stuck a cord. The suburb of Moore OK made me think ...?
Readers may think I will now joke about Moore, being not OK. No, one does not joke about the death of 24 people. Thankfully, the toll was not 91, the earlier reported figure. I was wondering, who blundered, getting the figures so wrong?)
Moore struck a cord because of the name of our friend, who had visited right at the time of the tornado. His surname was Moore.
But there was more, if you pardon the pun. News reports spoke of a previous tornado, which had struck the same place, even taken the same path. This, even more disastrous, storm took place on May 3rd, 99.
My mind cast back to that period in my life. It had been very turbulent too. I had not been watching any TV or known about this natural disaster back then, nor could I. I was locked up in a mental institution that week. (Bk.1, 11).
Allow me to just use code 158 to explain events of 1999:
The two names Moore and Morris occupied my mind. I recalled that earlier in the afternoon of May 27, 13, the night I saw Tim Morris on TV, the name Morris had crossed my path at the table tennis group. A player, named Morris, had returned for the first game, after an eight months absence.
That evening, still on ABC TV, the popular program Q and A screened. A panel of invited guests answered questions from the audience and viewers. That evening the panel consisted, among another 3, a gay bishop and the Christian Democratic MP The Rev. Fred Nile of New South Wales. Most of the questions centred around the gay issue and religion in general.
It was heart rendering to listen to the hostility directed toward the traditional viewpoint of marriage: one man, one woman. In other chapters I have written on this issue, that I don't regard this a religious issue, but a cultural one. The recent push toward gay marriage is a fundamental shift toward godlessness, a sad development to see unfolding.
The misinterpretations and lies told that night on this TV show were just staggering. Just one example: One panel member claimed that God destroyed Sodom not because of their immorality, but because they did not care for the poor. The truth is, God destroyed Sodom because of their great sexual perversion. The wages of sin is death. That is not Old Testament, it is in Romans 6, 23. Thank God, the verse ends with this wonderful offer from God for all: Eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
One question the Reverend was asked on the ABC TV show: "What makes you claim that Jesus is a higher God than, for instant, Mohammed?" (Or words similar).
I can't recall the gentleman's exact answer, but despite the pressure he must have been under that evening, his answers came across fair and logic. At one point Rev. Nile offered a young man 1000 Dollars, if he could proof that he had said anything hateful against gay people. (Another lie the anti-Christian gay lobby: Christians hate gays!).
One answer to the question, is Jesus is a higher God than any other, comes from the mouth of Jesus himself: "No one comes to The Father (God) but by ME." (John 14, 6). Not exactly the kind of statement to make to bring peace!
Another very short answer to the question came in code. It consisted of only two words - a total of 5 letters: I ROSE.
Unlike any God ever, Jesus rose from the dead. The cross of Christ is empty. No longer does a dying body hang there. The temporary grave, where he was laid is empty. There is no shrine containing his remains, no memorial at his final resting place!
So where did I ROSE come from? It came the day after the TV Show, as I pondered the names:
Take MORRIS from MOORE = I ROSE.
Almighty God Himself is speaking, as HE has done since creation, through the weather. In May 2013 HE reminded us that HE rose from the dead.
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There is HOPE for mankind in the cross, the symbol of the death of our Lord Jesus Christ. Even greater HOPE came with the realization that it was not all just a dream. The resurrection is for REAL. HE easily over-ruled physical laws, because HE was the ONE, who had created them in the first place.
Without the resurrection of Jesus Christ HE would be just another one to write a book about, a do-gooder who tried, by blowing his own trumpet.
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We have not quite reached home yet. My journey from San Francisco continued south to Los Angeles, from where I caught the plane back to Adelaide, Australia, via Melbourne. In Chapter 1 I have already written about events that weekend. Please note, how I ended the chapter:
"God is a powerful God, beyond space and time."
End of Book 11
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Any future writing is in HIS hand. Stay faithful.
The journey continues HERE