THE NAME ABOVE iL
Autobiography Dieter R. Fischer Book 9
The Christian cross consists of four letters L. The logo highlights this letter and also the letters t and P and D. In Roman Numerals L equals 50. This number has been playing a major role in my writing, not the least to complement the logo on the right.
This logo shows the letters dp. As a mirror image they become 9 and 6. The name of the driving school I used to operate was Driving Plus Motor School. Both logos were created separately. Only during the writing of this my autobiography they crystallized into the postcode of the suburb, where the author lives - Para Hills, Australia.
As was the case in my previous books, events described here are not necessarily in the sequence they occurred. This has the advantage that each chapter is an entity. The basis of my writing is my diary. Most events I recorded with 24-36 hours of taking place. Very strange, but some extra-ordinary links come as I write.
What I experience may sound weird to some. Others may suspect I fell under the spell of numerology, or have an obsession with symbolism. Whichever readers judge my writing, IT is all true. Nobody has lived through it all, except I.
Please read with an open mind. If you have not done so yet, start an affair with Almighty God. HE wants to be your closest friend, a loving Father, a partner for Life. Eternal Life.
|1. Luke Day Sunday 22
How my life had changed. The bus I was sitting on was approaching Adelaide's CBD. I was thinking how glad I was to not be still working as a driving instructor, rushing from one appointment to another, trying to dodge traffic jams. I had tried hard to please students, who wanted pass the driving test with the least number of lessons possible. The Association I worked for liked it, when we made a handsome profit.
Oh, sorry! We were not allowed to use the word profit. In a non-profit organization, where the CEO earned as much as the Prime Minister of the country, you have to call your profit - surplus. Big deal! Employees are driven just as hard. Woe, if one makes a mistake or steps out of line. I did occasionally - make mistakes and stepped out of lies, sorry, out of line constantly.
The free ride on the bus reminded me of my age. Since January 2010 the first digit of my age started with a 6. Still better than a 9. It has it's benefits growing old. Seniors ride for free between 9 and 3.
It had been 12 years since I navigated these roads with learner drivers beside me. As I was sitting on the crowded Metro bus I could not help thinking: "What driving-school vehicle would management have assigned to instructors today?"
The first vehicle that my mind came up with, sitting on the corner Hackney Road/North Terrace, was a Mitsubishi Lancer. We had been teaching in Mitsubishi Lancers for some years. Deep in thought, less than a minute later, right opposite the Royal Adelaide Hospital, I noticed a driving-school vehicle pulling away from the kerb. How weird - it was a Mitsubishi Lancer, clearly marked as a driving school, with a personalized registration plate. In my code the plate read - AM N 15!
How my life had changed, indeed, physically, socially, spiritually and mentally, since working those long hours every day. Incidents such as this, thinking one thought and suddenly experiencing it, had become common place*
Readers of my previous eight books would be familiar with the way my code-filled mind viewed the world around me. IT had not gone away. The fire was then, and is to this day, still burning.
The day of commencing this book, Tuesday August 24, was when I took the bus to the city, to meet a friend for coffee. I had about 25 minutes to spare, as I got off the bus opposite the hospital. Why not use the time for a brisk walk, I thought? If I were to walk fast I could reach the Adelaide Oval and measure ...?
I crossed busy North Terrace outside the Royal Adelaide Hospital and enjoyed a fast walk through the Botanic Gardens, along the Torrens River to the famous, historic cricket ground, the Adelaide Oval.
Often I thank God, during those precious, walking moments that I had followed HIS ways from an early age. This meant that I never smoked and had always enjoyed sports that involved movement.
Outside the Oval I wanted to measure how far away from the Don Bradman statue it was, where I had found something two days earlier, on August 22nd. Cycling home on my GIANT I had spotted and picked up an item, which had stunned me for a moment. I was so taken, that I emailed a scan to a TV Show the next day. I had only estimated the distance as 22 meters; the date was the 22nd. That's why I took that walk, to measure, if by fluke the distance was 22 meters.
Well, it wasn't. I counted 35 large strides from the spot where I had picked up the item to the Bradman statue. Had it really been 22 meters it would literally have been a f.luke. (Dot added).
The location had taken on meaning a few weeks earlier. During a moment of frustration about the Liddy case, I was inspired to draw a picture. (I am referring to the story of the cruel fate of ex-magistrate Peter Liddy, which I have covered extensively in my previous eight books.)
Another letter had arrived from the Attorney General's Office. It informed me that they received my previous correspondence, nothing else. I had hoped for some affirmative action in the case; or at least an intelligent argument, as to why nothing was happening. Informing me, saying they received my letter was fine. But if that is all, it's not enough to move the case forward. It only tells me that our postal service did their job. I wanted to hear, if they have any intention of doing theirs.
(I since have followed up the matter and, how kind of the Attorney-General's staff, I received another letter: We received you correspondence ... (but don't waste any more stamps ... )
The Attorney General, and various authorities, should have received a copy of the damning document, shown in my Book 7, Chapter 26. The document clearly points to either a huge stuff-up / cover-up, or indeed, more likely, a deliberate C.... to put Mr. Liddy where he is today - into a dreary jail cell, struggling to keep his sanity.
Perhaps this is why they gave him such an unfairly lengthy jail term, knowing, if he came out after five or six years, he could fight for himself for the truth to become known?
Here is what I came up with, a quick scribble onto a piece of blank paper:
Adelaide's F trail of C and the L trail answer.
For those hoping for a positive development in the Liddy matter, at the time of writing I have heard nothing further from the Attorney-General Mr. Rau. It's been four months. Neither has the Advertiser Newspaper responded at all. (Investigative journalists in Adelaide have been silenced at the end of last century. The last active journalist to take action was Adelaide's Chris N. He had exposed a corrupt Government Minister and what do they reward him with? Four months jail.
Mr. Cappo, a prominent Catholic clergyman, advised me through his staff, that apart from arranging a chaplain to visit Mr. Liddy, there is nothing he can do.
Considering the negative publicity the media is giving Catholic Priests in recent years, regarding child abuse, I would have thought, Mr. Cappo would be more proactive. Exposing the false allegations in the Liddy case would soften the blow somewhat, and expose the other side of the coin - how easy it is to falsely accuse men of sexual offenses, no matter how long ago they allegedly took place.
After publishing the Witness W. document I had hoped an honest, courageous person would accept my information, take pity on an innocent prisoner, and bring into the open this dark chapter of Adelaide's recent history.
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The 2010 Royal Adelaide Show Magazine
Since my previous book ended with a revelation regarding Revelation 1,7 I shall include in this first chapter of Book 9 a numbers co-incident, which occurred on [Luke] Sunday, two days before commencement of this book. It ended with the find outside the Adelaide Oval.
On August 22nd I rose early to watch the Hour of Power broadcast from the Crystal Cathedral in Garden Grove, California. Rising early to watch this program had been a routine of mine for years. Often I also watch parts of programs before and after, depending how awake I am at the time.
During the program a young lady named Kirsten came on and told a horrific story. As a 17-year old, overcome by a dark cloud of depression, Kirsten tried to commit suicide. She threw herself under a freight train and was run over. In an amazing miracle, Kristen survived. Not even 35 carriages of a heavy goods train could kill her. God had other plans.
She not only survived, but God is now using her amazing story of grace, to bring hope to other depressed teenagers, who may also struggle with life and who contemplate suicide.
Straight after this segment a young lady named Beth sang: "Amazing Grace".
Later that same morning, still August 22nd 2010, my wife and I arrived home from church around 11.45 AM. It was just in time for the second half of Song of Praise, the BBC's religious broadcast. Had we walked in five minutes later, I would have missed the second miracle of a 17 year-old that day.
On Song of Praise another young lady told her horrific story. As a 17 year-old she also tried to kill herself. Again, by the grace of God, she survived and was now engaged in telling the world about God's love. Her name was Mandy.
I could hardly believe what came next. Moments after hearing her story a young man sang the amazing song about God's Grace: "Amazing Grace".
It took some time, before I recognized the link - Grace >>> 1 7:
Kirsten and Mandy had literally been saved, from certain death. How wonderful, ALL can be saved - by God's grace, and tell of HIS wonderful gift of life, new life, eternal life. And all for FREE.
As if life was repeating itself, later that afternoon I was to meet a lady, named Grace. In Book 6, Chapter 10 ...
...I have uploaded a graphic, in connection to a story about Ephesians 1,7, the name Grace and it all had taken place on 1.7. 
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Advertiser Weekend Magazine, 28.8.2010.
LLAMA LLOVE: LLUKE LLOVES LLINDA
Surfing TV Channels around that time, for the first time I came across a TV show on Channel Seven. It exposes how magicians do their tricks. For the few moments I was watching two people did a mind-reading trick. A lady drew a symbol onto a sticky-note. The magician, claiming to be reading her mind, was able to draw exactly the same symbol onto another piece of paper.
The symbol she had drawn, you guessed it, was a heart - the symbol of love.
Did you count how many there are in the cartoon? Why would an artist draw 7.5 hearts - why 4 and 3.5?
Whenever I see a 7 in connection with a 5 I add a 0. This makes 7 L. In Book 5, 27 a cloud in the sky during a holiday with my son plays a major role in my story. The cloud keeps appearing. The location was near Narrandera, after passing through Hay in January 2007.
Taking my mother-in-law to the doctors in Adelaide's Wakefield Street recently, my wife and I waited in the reception area. Two pieces of artwork stood out in my mind. Two paintings on the wall looked very similar in their basic design - a large number 7 and the letter L.
Still waiting for grandmother I flicked through a travel magazine. One observation made it into my diary: A huge drop letter, which took almost half the page. It was the letter V. It was on page 103. That made sense; but only to me. How could I explain that to grandmother or her daughter?
Between Hay and Narrandera LOVE was literally in the air, as John Paul Young sings it. But friends, the symbol for LOVE is not about Luke, Linda or Paul. It's about God and YOU! God is LOVE.
Luke Sunday 2010 in my calendar was the day after our Federal Election, which took place on Aug. 21. Before getting ready for church I was sitting in the lounge, reading my bible. Normally, I would not put the television on, but as every civic minded Australian that morning, I did not want to miss the latest news about the election result. The TV on mute I was reading Romans, Chapter 14.
The subject of the passage I read is 'The law of Love'. Verse 20 reads: "Do not destroy the work of God for food (note food) ... Verse 21: "It is good neither to eat meat (note meat) nor drink wine nor do anything, by which your brother stumbles ..."
Just at that moment an ad screened silently in the background. It started with an interaction between a man and an gorilla.
In the final scene of the ad - these words flashed across the screen - Red meat amazing food. At that very moment I was reading Romans 14 those verses above, about eating meat ...
Not was I just reading about the meat in the scriptures, I noticed something peculiar. Readers would agree, my observations are doof (food backwards.) Translated into German doof means silly.
About an hour after reading Romans 14 at home my wife and I sat in church listening to the preacher. At one point he announced: "Before I continue our theme from the Book of Romans the choir is going to sing for us." I had a strange sensation he would be reading Romans 14. He did. And a bit from Romans 15.
But there was more, more co-incidentals to occupy my mind. Was there a group or individuals following my footsteps and manipulating things behind the scenes? Judge for yourself why I questioned along these lines:
Back in the same church service the song: "A new commandment I give unto you" was on the program. At our church the words of the songs appear on a large screen at the front. When I looked, I noticed at the bottom the composer's name: Elizabeth Benson. Hey, isn't that .... peculiar?
At any other time I may have just smiled. But since it co-incited with the birthday of my daughter-in-law, it was the timing as much as the names, which I found astounding. At the door at the end I asked the pastor about the singing. Who chooses the songs every Sunday? He explained that a small group gets together a few months prior and selects songs, which match the theme of the Pastor's sermon.
It made sense to have as theme the law of love (Romans 14) and the song by Elizabeth Benson, which is essentially a scripture:
Notice how Jesus expresses it three times - love one another. It must be an important message, or is it because we humans are so slow to listen and obey? (All who have children know what I mean).
Another name dominated that memorable Sunday in August 2010. Still at the same church service for the first time a young man took to the microphone. He gave a brief overview of the work he was engaged in at a local High School as chaplain*. With his sporty looking built and trendy ponytail it was easy to see, how he would be popular among the students.
The school chaplain's name was Luke. As you may have guessed from the title of this chapter, this name was to play a role somewhere. It came like this, still Sunday afternoon, August 22nd.
I had remembered that it was the day the AGM of Family Voice Australia was taking place. I have written much about this group, which used to be called Festival of Light. In my writing I had called it the Family Standards Organization.
I made the effort to attend to become informed in the latest developments, what laws are being drafted or had passed, which go against Christian values. The main speaker was a Member of the Senate in Canberra.
How to vote card - Federal Election 2010
Drugs detroy lives
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(Back to the AGM at Fullarton)
As I entered the hall on Fullarton Road to hear the Senator speak, I did what I often do. I made it a matter of a prayer, contemplating where I should sit. For me this can be a dangerous exercise, since it often produces something to write about. So it did.
(Back to the Fullarton AGM)
Having cycled 20 kilometers to get there, I felt somewhat satisfied that I arrived on the dot at 3 PM. I walked toward the back, looking where to sit, preferably with someone I knew. A well-dressed, young man, whom I did not know was sitting on his own. I decided to sit beside him. We introduced ourselves. His name was Luke.
How interesting, I thought, followed by another: "Could it be that I will come across another Luke today? Then I could write a chapter and call it Luke Sunday?"
So it was. Another Luke came; later on my way home, laying on the roadway near the Adelaide Oval. (Read on).
The young man, Luke, who had sat beside me, had left early. So I struck up a conversation with a young lady, the wife of the gentleman, who I had distributed leaflets for at the State Election. Her surname was Grace. (Remember - the 17 Amazing Grace story earlier?)
Riding home I decided to cycle a different way. I did it, just for the fun of it. Plus, a public toilet was conveniently located on King William Road, just up from Jolly's Boathouse. I should have gone before leaving Fullarton. But then, I may never have cycled that way, a slightly longer way, and not made that find outside the Oval.
Whatever - it is fact that around 4. 45 pm or so I passed the access road to the Adelaide Oval. On the ground I spotted something blue with white writing out of the corner of my eye. It looked thicker than paper, more like cardboard.
The weather had turned cold. It was getting dark. I would have preferred to cycle on, but an inner prompting persisted. It was a familiar sensation, a mixture of plain curiosity and a desire to follow through. I'm glad I obeyed the Spirit inside and pedaled back.
This is what I found. The scan is untouched, only reduced to approx. 3/4 in size.
LUKE WE ...
How I found it. A small section of a Liberal Candidate's election poster.
At home reality hit. What's reality?
Millions affected by floods in Pakistan's Sindh Province. How small are my concerns compared to those of the poor!
Does God really know what HE is doing?
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At this point on Wednesday, August 25th 10, I was going to conclude this chapter. The next morning, however, only hours before writing this, I woke with a fresh revelation. it was about the name ENFIELD.
I had years ago won a book in a radio competition, but only recently discovered two misspelled words - wnat and ballance. My mind saw two letters N and L.
Scan from: Roar in Sodom, John O Anderson, ISBN 0-88270-868-6)
About a decade before this writing my wife and I attended ENFIELD Baptist Church. It was then that my journey, after a serious breakdown, had led me to the name Liddy / Lindy. The letter N (and D) occupied my mind ever since.
The N in Enfield overshadowed the second part, the 'humble' word FIELD. This is when early on the morning of writing the letters came out like this: DF ie L. I may have thought about it years ago. Just in time, starting Book 9, something in my brain pressed the 'Refresh' button. .
It is all about HIM, Jesus, and HIS return into HIS world. To many as Judge, to some as Lord and Saviour.
Adelaide is experiencing the wettest August in many years. The Royal Show is just around the corner.