Chapter 9 Written / Published 12.12. /17 .12.17 (Pics by author, unless indicated)
So much to tell, so little time! This chapter, as always after extensive travelling, is in two parts - current local and overseas about two months prior. Firstly, a politicians past has finally caught up with him. Next we follow a lengthy trail of numbers with many twists and turns and codes.
During a timely visit to Germany, on the 500 year anniversary of the reformation, we meet the man, the hero who stood up for what he believed in.
And it's NOT evangelical claptrap!
9. WON all on 101 |
It so happened that minutes before commencing this chapter a Senator in our Federal Parliament in Canberra resigned. This particular gentleman twice received a mention in my chapters. One of these was in the previous Book 15, in Chapter 8. Late in 2016 the Senator, of Iranian heritage, was found to have accepted a payment from the Chinese Government. At the time he only resigned from the position in his parliamentary capacity.
An earlier incident in 2016 involving this Senator is in Book 14, Chapter 4. I had not mentioned him by name back then, despite my outrage about what he had said on television. As a panelist on the ABC program Q and A, he had insulted believers, especially Americans, describing their moral stand on same sex marriage and adoptions as 'American Evangelical claptrap'.
The blunt remark, which could easily be called vilification on both, racial and religious grounds, had surprisingly caused very little uproar in the media. I wrote a letter to the Senator, printed in full in Bk.14,4. I was correct in assuming that I would never receive a reply. I was also correct in foretelling the future of this Senator, that non-believers like he are headed for disaster. His name is Dastyari.
On September 7th, 2016 I wrote in an email to the ABC, calling for the Senator to resign. He did so, co-incidentally (or not?) that same afternoon. Here is an extract of this email:
(It so happened, we had occasion to quote the same verse in the previous chapter).
Mr. Dastyari was a fervent Yes campaigner in the same sex marriage issue. Recently, he has been shown pushing an enormous mock-up of a three-tier, rainbow-coloured wedding cake in front of TV cameras. At the top could be read the letters MR. & MR. (Say what you like, a Mister and Mister will never be able to propagate the human race and 'his husband' is not proper English grammar, never will be!)
The latest fiasco, which finally led to his political oblivion, involved a senior Labor party member, who was about to meet a Chinese pro-democracy leader in Hong Kong. China fan Mr. Dastyari had tried to stop this visit. It may upset the Chinese Government. As happened in the 2016, the Senator insisted he had done nothing wrong, but resigned for the good of his beloved Labor Party.
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Around the time of writing this chapter a famous actor celebrated a special birthday. Kirk Douglas, veteran actor of the Golden Age of Hollywood turned 101 on December 9th. As I heard the number 101 in the media my mind immediately came back to what took place the day before - a weird and wonderful number 101 trail.
I took a picture off the TV screen:
...TING LEGEND KIRK DOUGLAS CELEBRATES TURNING 101 B
The weird and wonderful 101 incident took place on Friday afternoon Dec. 8th. (Hey, I just saw No.96 via a simple multiplication! Read on).
I was riding my new SCOTT bicycle north on Adelaide's Main North Road. As the name suggests, it's one of the busiest in our city. In recent chapters I had written about three serious crashes on that stretch of road, which I ride on frequently.
To be overtaken by an ambulance, sirens blaring, lights flashing, is not an unusual event. That Friday I was on my way to table tennis, when just after the Kings Rd./McIntyre intersection Ambulance 371 raced past me. The noise of the siren was deafening. I had to cover my right ear. (This was right near the spot where another ambulance played a role in one of my chapters, Bk. 14, 10).
I had not thought about this again, until riding home after two hours with the table tennis group. At a red traffic light on the corner Saints Road another ambulance had to wait. This time no siren, no flashing lights. The extended red light was because a fire engine exited the new fire station nearby on the Grove Way. While waiting I noted the number of this ambulance - 270. The difference between the earlier 371 and now - 101.
I do not know why my brain remembers and then plays with numbers, but that's how it was that afternoon. Still waiting for the green light, I noticed another ambulance turning onto Main North Road from the Grove Way; again no flashing lights. The large yellow digits this time were 169.
As if my numbers brain was not already filled to capacity, on Smith Road, just after having passed the gate to Tyndale Christian School, the previous ambulance 371 was driving west; this time without flashing lights or sirens. By now I sensed that something odd was taking place. It was as inexplicable and mysterious as it was weird and wonderful.
To a blogger, who had been writing about numbers for a decade and a half, who discovered magic in the abbreviation NOS, it was almost too much to take in! As if anyone could be so crazy to think they are being stalked by a number? But this is just how I felt.
Still, there was more! My ride continued south on Daphne Road, my usual route, before turning into Clayson Road. It took less than five seconds, when an ordinary small car, but with a special, personalized registration plate went past: TMED 01.
To stalk somebody would take precise timing. That why, as the word TIMED flashed through my mind, the number I01 jumped at me, like a rabbit out of a magicians hat.
Of course, I was too slow on each 101 occasion to stop pedaling and get my phone/camera ready for a picture. Regretfully I could not do anything about that. However, when I passed another vehicle, parked on Melville Road, which somehow took my attention, I could. Take a look:
ILL.69 - one letter omitted for privacy.
Melville Road happens to be just around the corner from Douglas Road. If this was named after Kirk is questionable. What is fact, weeks earlier outside No.50 Douglas Road is where I had found one 50 cent piece, plus another later that week. (Chapter 7; maybe that's why L L ?)
Little did I know that 9 and 6 would show off in the days following, leading up to Christmas 2017. (Read on).
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Before leaving this peculiar 101 trail, let's take a look at an article in our Adelaide Advertiser, published the day after. It was not printed on page 101, but on page 11. This similarity in itself did not really draw my attention to it. It was another phrase, which led me to 101.
The article reported that a certain sector of the pubic service received an increase in staffing level. Here is part of the article:
What originally had drawn my attention to take a closer look at this Saturday newspaper, was a front page headline with a photo of a popular polly (politician). More than a decade and a half ago I started writing about him (Book 1, 16). Because of his surname starting with X he was often called Mr.X. In my books he became Mr. T. Now take a look at the headline of that Saturday newspaper:
The day Mr X tansformed into Mr T (Nick Xenophon).
Around the time of my mental struggles I engaged with this politician, sending him some wacky objects to illustrate a point I was making. Mr. T. was also notorious for staging spectacular stunts; the media always read to publicize them.
The career politician had been elected into our State Government for his anti-gambling, no poker machine mandate. He became very popular and switched to Federal politics. His success saw him elected into the Australian Senate.
In a surprise move in 2017 he quit his Senate seat and turned back to State politics. He formed a new party, called SA BEST Party, to contest the March 2018 State Election. Above article claims that South Australians prefer Mr. Xenophon as Premier, rather than the present Mr. Weather ill or Liberal Mr. Marshall.
Mr. T, shown above, is posing as the lead actor in the 80's TV show the A-Team. Pity his policy regarding same-sex marriage caused me to withdraw my support. At best, gay marriage is second best!
The numbers trail 69, which started the same afternoon as 101, took an interesting turn the next day (Saturday 9th). As happened so often, the trigger is the co-incidental timing of what I was thinking, and what my eyes fell onto at that same second.
Riding along a particular street in our neighbourhood my mind was going over the previous day's number trail. As I was re-thinking the letters ILL and 69 (the earlier shown car) I was just passing a house number, painted on the kerb-side. It was 96. I had to take a picture:
House number 96 painted on kerb-side.
The next morning, Sunday 10th Dec. the clock radio showed 6.09 when I first woke. Interesting! I thought, would this 69 / 96 sage continue that day, I wondered? It didn't. As the servant / writer of these stories, magic don't just happen because I expect it to.
No particular numbers-magic crossed my path that Sunday. But the next day, Monday 11th, it did. While watching television that morning I was looking through my phone camera at the pictures I had taken that weekend. The same nano second as I was looking at above 96 picture, a lady presenter spoke the word 96:
[The movie] "JUMANJI rated 96% ..." I had never heard of this film, but what interesting letters around man !?
What a good opportunity to send an email to this television show! In my brief message to the TV station I explained the co-incidental timing, while watching their show. And what better time for a reminder as to what Christmas is all about than number 96?
But there was another significant factor, which made this a perfect time and number for this message. (Read it in the PS).
The vehicle, I later learned, only needed to be in our driveway for a few days only. But what interesting letters the rego plate ends in, matching Christmas!
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One final mind-game magic with No.96 and we are done! That same evening, Monday 11. December, I went for my (almost) daily bike ride through the back streets of Salisbury. For no real reason I varied the route, riding not along Cross Keys Road, but further west toward the railway line. Near the reserve on Browns Terrace I noticed a small bus parked. The writing on the side, BURC, indicated it was a private college vehicle. The registration plate was ... 57.
Nothing special, I thought, except UR C, perhaps? At the same moment I saw a vehicle turning the corner from Browns Terrace into Jago Street. For a split second I wondered, would it be registration plate 96? It was. The personalized plate carried the letters GO and F or L. The letters I'm not 100 percent sure of. But the number was definitely 96.
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But there was more. More than a hero, which need fitting into here!
On the evening of December 15th, the day I had created most of this chapter, including the next few paragraphs, I read the Daily Bread devotional for that day. Not only did the word hero fit in perfectly, but so did the reference to a just released movie. Take a look:
Our Daily Bread, Friday December 15th, 2017
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During the creation of this chapter my wife and I went to the picture theater at Tea Tree Plaza in Adelaide's north-east. The movie WONDER had received great reviews. Just the title intrigued me somewhat. One of my books, Book Seven, has the word WONDER in the title.
Despite having been warned that some scenes will stir the emotions, neither my wife ,nor anyone in our small group of six needed tissues. However, some oddities that didn't escape my observant mind, made me wonder, if you pardon the fun.
Around 4 am on the day of completing, editing and publishing this chapter I was praying. Suddenly a scene from the WONDER movie popped into my Spirit. I had not thought of it again until now. That's what God's Holy Spirit does. HE reminds us; for a reason. I feel compelled to insert here:
Perhaps the scriptwriters had other options in mind, not merely demonstrating a scientific experiment with half of the title of their movie? The letters NOW in our code only need a full stop to arrive at NO.W, or No.VV (5 5). In Roman numerals 55 is LV, also the consonants of LOVE. God is Love!
My next thought process could be classed as 'Advanced Options'. You see, instead of typing about this discovery here, I was actually ready to write about my visit to a place in Germany, called Wittenberg. Much history happened in that town (read it later). If any number were to come to mind, linking this history to a number, it would be 95.
The three words "Behold the man" are found in the bible. They happen to be in John 19.5 - WON 95.
The WONDER movie finished just after 9 pm. We had to walk through the shopping mall to where our Hyundai was parked. After the darkness of the film auditorium, stepping into the dazzling light, seeing crowds rushing to and fro, was striking; a real eye-opener. How many would actually know or ponder, as to why they were doing this, buying stuff and more stuff? Why do people in Australia make Christmas such a stressful time, when it should be joyous?
A segment on television, screened on Wednesday morning 13th Dec. 17, dealt with this issue. The phrase the presenter used was clever: "Don't make it STRESSmas, make it CHRISTmas."
In my spirit something prompted me to play the little letter elimination game. The result was astounding: HI C's ES.
As I had done to the other commercial channel, I felt prompted to remind them of the true meaning of Christmas. At the end, I couldn't resist the temptation, I poked a little fun at the most revered section of our community - politicians. (The one, who bit the dust, as reported at the beginning of this chapter, was fresh on my mind)
The obligatory PS simply gave the letters I had uncovered, playing the letter elimination game with STRESS/CHRIST.
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On the same Channel the next morning a spelling error appeared on the screen. Somebody had received an AWAD? Well may you ask: "A what?" It should have been spelled - AWARD. Such blunt mistakes don't annoy me, they stir my creative side.
The opportunity came during the same show. A man's name on the screen came up as BORCE, which sounds exactly like BORIS. (For a while I thought it was a spelling error). So I played our little game, taking the BOR of each name, because they are identical. The result was very similar to what was in that PS the day before: I C ES.
This takes us to my recent trip to Europe, where a vehicle registration plate fits perfectly into the picture.
D Registration plate - ES JK 1519
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(Back to Europe)
Another one of my close friends in Germany is Will. He is one of the few, who didn't let the distance stop him from visiting us in Australia, more than once. He and I flew to Berlin on October 12th, 2017 with Air Berlin. The airline had been declared bankrupt not long before, but it was still operating, offering cheap flights. (Swabians love saving money).
It was a smooth flight, on time and no problem with the service. It was my first ever inland flight, taking just over an hour. Pity they had to close down on October 28th 2017.
My older brother happened to be in Berlin for a conference. Since I had planned to visit Berlin anyway, it made sense to meet up with him there, saving a separate journey to the Ruhr Region. Will, my brother and his wife and I spent almost the whole day together.
They knew Berlin really well. Many of Berlin's landmarks are now located in the former East Berlin. We started our walking tour on the Alexander Platz in the shadow of the 368 m high television Tower, and explored the many historic sites nearby.
I took the photo of text of the drama inside a historic, unique museum, situated beside the Friedrich Strasse U-Bahn Station. It's called the 'Traenenpalast' (Palace of tears). Under the former regime, families forcefully separated by the deadly wall had to cross from East to West through this heavily guarded building. They needed special permission, even to visit a close relative. Many tears would have been shed saying good-bye again (hence the name).
The above is only one of the many tragic stories and memorabilia on display at the Museum. My sister-in-law wanted us to see it. Her family themselves were refugees, who fled from East to West. Many lives were lost needlessly during those dark days in German history.
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According to Wikipedia the inn, originally located at Fischerstraße 21, was built either in 1505 or in 1705, according to different interpretations of the inscription over the cellar entrance. There seemed to be many English speaking diners, some of whom we got talking to. Best German food since mother's kitchen!
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The year 2017 was a good time to visit not only Germany, but the town of Wittenberg. On October 31st 1517, exactly 500 years earlier, a brave, young monk (nice word to apply a/o code to!) fought the battle of his life - and WON.
The train from from Berlin to Wittenberg on Saturday October 14th, took just over an hour. From the railway station it was only a short stroll to reach the town center. En route hung numerous banners from all over the world, greetings on a big anniversary. The weather was gorgeous, blue skies, mild temperature, as had been almost every day of my five-week Europe trip.
The day before, after telling somebody that we were going to visit Wittenberg, their comment could not have been more misplaced: "...there's nothing there! Either this person had never been there, not for a long time or was possibly Catholic? Lucky, my friend Will and I took no notice. We would have missed out on an amazing walk into Germany's historic past!
Likewise, Martin Luther, the founder of the Protestant Church worldwide, certainly did not simply accept what the powerful hierarchy of the church dictated. He thought out and discovered truths for himself. His life and work, taking on the highest powers in the world at the time, changed the world forever! What a hero!
It's hard to describe the awe inspiring feeling, to be standing in front of this church portal of the Schlosskirche, Wittenberg (above right). It was this door that the would-be reformer pinned his 95 theses onto, challenging the highest, most powerful authority in the world at that time, the Pope. Luther won.
Luther perceived the heresy, because he had studied the scriptures, which ordinary folk could not. If the Pope, the Bishops and all religious leaders would have read and understood Ephesians 2, Verse 8, they would have agreed with the young rebellious monk, and not persecuted him:
It's not sinners, who have to give to God to be saved. It's God who gave - HIS own son so the world could be saved through HIM. (John 3, 17). But Luther's liberating theology did little to boost church coffers. His courageous speaking out threatened to close their lucrative business!
Martin Luther did not want to start another church. He merely tried to put the existing one onto the right track. Sadly, in this he failed and came close to losing his life over it.
How many Christians today are prepared to say: "Here I stand. I can do no other", when it comes to speaking out against the world's godless ways? How I wished there would be more Martin Luthers in our churches, in our parliaments, in the press and in our electronic media. Many seem to go in the wrong direction.
One final Christmas thought, before leaving Wittenberg and the man, who was born in Eisleben. When I decided in mid 2017 to visit the Luther Town of Wittenberg I had no idea that it is situated on the Elbe River. Neither did remember that his place of birth ends in ...leben, How well do both fit into this Book 16 - Live!
Move the L in ELBE to the front to arrive at - LEBE.
Both lebe and leben translate to 'live': "Ich lebe und ihr sollt auch leben." (John 14, 19).
A powerful lyric from a Christmas carol comes to mind: