What I like about Australia is our Ďfreedom of speechí, not to mention freedom of thought.
21. A prisonerís letter
The Liddy case kept occupying my mind. I searched for information on the internet. There were numerous newspaper and other reports. One TV reporter talked of an uproar in the crowded courtroom and spontaneous applause after the sentence was handed down. I had witnessed the sentencing first hand and there was no such things going on.
When I looked up the ABC News website about the case, it showed Peter Liddy with a lady. His name was mentioned, but not hers. I emailed the ABC and pointed out that the lady should have been identified also or no photo of her shown. Another news camera showed a close-up of Peter Liddy holding hands with a female outside a courtroom. It made me think. Here is a letter I received from Peter Liddy late September 2001:
Thanks for your letter and even more for your prayers. Yes, the warden passed on your card to me - it was a relief to know that one kind person was present in court that day. You are right about the media misreporting, this is something that occurred from the first minute I was charged; you have witnessed just a small sample of it. A case that I should have won was made unsinkable by the jury being exposed to a daily dose of prejudice and false reporting. My barrister wrote to the government asking for the media to be prosecuted over the matter but, as is to be expected, nothing has yet been done.
You mentioned that I find it hard to comprehend at this time that God is a God of love - no, I always believed that and in a curious way I regard what happened to me as evidence of his love for me - this terrible experience has brought me much closer to Him than I previously was, both in seeking help and in general prayer, and but for this shocking ordeal this would not have been the case. Perhaps I would have preferred Him to have done it in a far gentler way, but anything gentler may not have had the same effect.
What has happened to me has also provided you with an opportunity to show compassion to a stranger, Dieter, so what on the face of it might appear to be an example of God abandoning someone can be seen on closer analysis, to be an example of God working to bring out goodness in people.
Some people would think that this is my depression speaking, but I'm stable enough and educated enough to be able to sit down calmly and rationally work these things out.
The people who put me here weren't seeking revenge - there was nothing to revenge - they were seeking money which they believed I was a good target for and their actions in quickly freezing my assets and suing me is a fair indication of that. My solicitor is now in possession of a probation report obtained from the courts in Queensland in which my main accuser (a habitual criminal) stated to a probation officer seven years ago that he had never been sexually abused as a child - hope fully this new and seemingly weighty piece of material can be used in my appeal.
(An Adelaide TV station is in possession of all my correspondence from PL).
The evidence mentioned in the letter was never produced. Peter Liddy lost his last appeal late in 2002.
I pondered on why I was involving myself with a convicted paedophile and came up with three reasons for my curiosity. Firstly, how can a man prove what went on 17 years ago in a boys club. If certain people wanted to frame him it would be his word against theirs. A magistrate that sentenced harshly was an easy target for an orchestrated conspiracy. I was a youth leader in the early 1980ís and took boys camping. What chance would I have to prove my innocence if there was a group orchestrating a vendetta against me?
Secondly, if Peter Liddy is guilty he ought not to claim to be a Christian. In correspondence with me he has shown a remarkable knowledge of the bible. He wrote that he already has read the New Testament about 30 times. I was astounded at his knowledge of the scriptures and his theological reasoning. It makes me sad to think a man claims to follow Christ and at the same time commit horrendous crimes and then lies about it. Godís punishment to such a person is unthinkable, unless they repent sincerely. As I wrote to Carol Altmann, the journalist from the Australian, the man is either innocent or he is a good liar. Above letter would be a clever, religious piece of blasphemy.
The third reason why I took interest in Peter Liddyís is the uncanny combination of letters containing n and d plus the many others that I would discover over a period of years. Apart from the Lindy/Liddy similarity the two letters PL stand out by a mile. Long before I even knew of Peter Liddy I registered my driving school as Driving Plus Motor School. It formed around the slogan: Your safety is driving PL us. On the back of my driving school vehicle are the letters PL, leftover from the slogan I once had on the back. I removed it, except the PL, when I contracted for another school for a short time.
In Australia the two letters PL are easily recognizable; the L for a person learning to drive, the P for a newly licenced driver, after passing the test. The name of my very first driving school business in 1983 was L to P Driving School. The two famous letters were already linked to my business almost 20 years ago.
Of course I canít expect intelligent people to form an opinion of a prisonerís guilt or innocence on this letter-ology. All I am saying is that my outside-the-box-thinking mind came across a staggering number of letter combinations that I found difficult to ignore:
Take the word sand and divide it in two; SA for South Australia and nd. The word and itself consists of an & d, which also means plus. Take away the vowels of the word Adelaide and it leaves 2 Dís and an L. Do the same with the name Liddy and you will also end up with 2 Dís and an L and a Y? Why was I tormenting my mind with such nonsense? I was not looking for any of these combinations, they just entered my mind and ran free.
One and a half years later the word panic would feature prominently in my website (more in a later chapter). One morning I could clearly see the letter combination: a n i c, meaning a n I see (in the word Liddy). Then it struck me that the suburb I went to church in is called Enfield (Nfield). My brain kept seeing and linking letters and not let go.
Many times I asked God to show me what it is all about. But a word that was imprinted in my spirit kept reverberating: Trust. This five letter word became more central to my life than ever. I kept assuring myself that God can use anything for HIS purposes, even my free-thinking, accelerating mind.
I never searched out coded messages; they just came into my brain and attached themselves like barnacles to a boat. I had to work these through one by one. It did not surprise me any more that I would not find a listening ear amongst my family or friends. They thought it was all baloney. As a joke someone at the other end of the telephone once pointed out that my phone number finished with the devilís number 666. I was quick to point out that the digit before, the number 7, is the perfect number, Godís number.
Some years prior to when I first took ill I had correspondence with the Advertiser Newspaper. I commented on published articles through letters to the editor and also made concrete suggestions about issues. One such project was a re-design of Adelaideís worst traffic hazard, the Britannia roundabout.
The deputy editor had asked the public to make suggestions how to solve the trouble spot. I spent hours drawing a detailed plan and mailed it to Transport SA and the Advertiser. Both replied at the time, saying that my suggestion was worthy of consideration.
I turned once again to the newspaper as bouncing board for my ideas, crazy or otherwise. I started a one sided email campaign with the Advertiser newspaper. It led to some of the most bizarre events I had yet to experience.
1. More in number 2. A sound mind 3. Now I'm found 4. Candle and the Wind
5. Realm of Nature 6. All in his Hand 7. The Wonder of it All 8. To Think God loves