Below: Google Images This winner gave IT ALL
To think that GOD loves me
Autobiography Dieter R. Fischer Book 8
THE WINNER GAVE IT ALL Index ISBN 0 9577 426 8 1 Book 8 / Ch 7 Written/Pub. 16-19/12/09
This chapter starts with events in Adelaide and Melbourne, before continuing in Queensland. (Townsville will be next!)
7. The nnis courts
Were there still doubters in the world, who thought I was a fraud or a charlatan, making up stories to show off? Who could blame them? If any of these would put my claims to the test, by faith, it would be a biblical reaction.
Did this happened on Wednesday 9/12/09, only hours after I had uploaded the previous chapter?
I was on my way home, cycling through Adelaide's East End, after having attended a meeting at the German Club. Normally I cycle home via North Adelaide, but because I had come part of the way by car, I cycled via *Rymill Park and later along the Torrens River.
Had I not chosen that route I may not have spotted a business card on the footpath, where Hutt Street turns the corner into Grenfell Street. Out of curiosity (or was it experience?) I picked it up casually and put it into my pocket.
At the next traffic light I took a glance. There was nothing much on the front. On the back I read an appointment time: Jan 6th, 9.30 AM. Before the lights went green I had decoded it - 1 6 9 3.
The address of the business was 229 ... Street. This second number (228 plus 1) made me wonder - was I meant to find this card? On the front were only two words, white letters on black background - [A cross] A 1 - Beauty.
Two days after the above find, Friday 11th Dec 09, I was curious (or did I just want an excuse for some exercise?) I decided to just look at the 229 address in Adelaide's CBD. All over Rundle Mall Christmas was hanging in the air. Busy shoppers rushing from store to store, carrying Christmas parcels, while other people just sat in a shady spot, watching it all, or were listening to buskers entertain the crowds.
Walking with my giant beside me through the mall, I felt tempted to stop for Sam, a busker artist with a Da Ninci surname. But I walked on past the large, silver balls, the mall's distinctively plain landmark. (Adelaide is a melting pot for distinctively plain specialties).
Pushing on my ears met the sound of familiar, yet distinctive brass music. Outside the ESPRIT shop a group of 5 French horn players, forming a semi-circle under the shade of a tree, were playing Christmas carols. They were playing a traditional tune, one which I recognized from my childhood days: 'O Du froehliche, O Du selige, gnaden bringende Weihnachtszeit ...
The one world-changing event, the humble birth of a little boy in an animal shelter, brought G's ace - Jesus. With HIM came the solution to the problems of all mankind. HE became the go-between, linking God and man by taking on our pain and suffering, even death at a young age, so that we may live forever.
The essence of Christmas: God gave us HIS son Jesus, as a gift. We give presents to each other to celebrate this gift.
The 229 address, written on the black card, was easy to locate. If my find was all a co-incidence, then the sign outside, the word California in large letters above the door, also held no meaning; neither the travel agency, two doors away, where in 2007 I had booked my trip to California.
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Lake Albert, Melbourne - Dec. 13th, 2009
This discovery, and the story of the latest Kingston job, promised under the black card above, happened during my fifth visit to Melbourne in 2009. Not until late Friday evening, Dec. 11th did I know I would be taking this trip. (I shall be very brief telling this tale, since the legs are itching to get back on the bicycle in Queensland).
A friend of over 20 years had asked me, if I would drive with him to Melbourne, to look at a motor car he had seen for sale on the internet. The two of us previously had trips interstate. I loved the thought. The trip was on.
My friend (R.) left it up to me to make a booking for the accommodation. I did it online. Without knowing it, the magic had started.
On arriving a jovial young man booked us into our room. He gave us room number 45. His name was Jonathan. Neither the number nor his name meant anything at first. But ...read on.
The name of the hostel was called OASIS. Only a O difference to ISIS, if you look at A = I. (This only came on writing this).
On the morning of starting this chapter I had sent an email to TV Channel Nine. It was all about O.
Since I was the driver, R. left me with the task of finding a bank, where he could arrange payment for his large purchase. The most suitable was at No. 316 Chapel Street, Prahran. As soon as I saw the address I sensed something holy was cooking. (Chapel Street changes its name to Church Street at the Yarra River).
While my friend did his high finance inside the bank, I enjoyed Melbourne's sunshine. I took a walk through the backstreets of Prahan, never even thinking of a Kingston job.
Virtually metres from where we had parked, opposite a grand old mansion, was a large sign. Historic No. 10 Little Chapel Street was for sale. One of the names listed as agent was Liberman. Now I was warming to the idea - I'm not here for O reason.
I walked on, passing a public recreational park on my left. An adjacent private car park belonged to the Princes Child Care Centre. It's weird, I know, but since there were six cars parked there, I thought ... No, it can't be ... not a Kingston job? I briefly paused as my brain casually started adding the numbers of the registration plates; but six 3-digit numbers was not easy.
A lady on a bench seat in the park was watching me. Without completing the task I walked on thinking: What on earth am I doing, adding car registration plates? Insanity has many facets.
The thought that the six vehicles in the small car park might be a Kingston job, kept bugging me. Especially after I had spotted another distinctly looking vehicle on the far end of the same child care centre. An MG sports car, registration plate ... 777. The white machine, no doubt the prized possession of an enthusiastic collector, had fishing gear stored in the back.
At the time I had not known the name of the street I was walking down:
Over time, as my mind browsed over the weekend on Monday, I recalled that two of the three addresses, where R. had inspected Honda Euros, had been at No. 51 - a rather high average, I thought.
The person, who sold the luxury vehicle to my friend, not only lived at No. 51, but works for Channel Nine, where we actually picked up the vehicle from, in the Melbourne suburb of Richmond.
But the picture is not yet complete. There is more. That morning, while I waited for a considerable time outside Channel Nine in Richmond, while my friend took delivery of his vehicle, I saw a few interesting registration plates. One I distinctly remember was .... 124.
Thinking about it all later, adding 51 to the Kingston job No. 4150, I arrived at 4201, backwards 1024.
As you can see - 1024 had been previously linked to a trip to Victoria, in the middle of 2009.
But there was more. My friend took much longer than expected at the bank. I had to move the Suzuki (to Walker Street) to avoid a parking fine. It was time for a coffee, so I went to the Coffee Club, at the corner of King Street and Chapel Street (at the Stop sign pic. above). There were three tables outside. The numbers on the tables were - 40, 41, 42 ... >>> 1024 showing off again (and /or 123?)
Reflecting back, totally unplanned, I walked inside and sat on the only table that had a newspaper on it. After sitting down I saw I had sat on table number 5.
While waiting for my friend to take a Honda for a test drive at Canterbury, I took a brief walk around the district. Strolling up the gently slopes of Monomeath Avenue a scripture kept coming to me. Jesus said in John 14: "In my Father's house are many mansions."
HE may not have meant Monomeath Avenue, but if this were IT, well ... Every house in that lovely, tree lined street was a mansion. Walking past the tall security gates I could only imagine the wealth inside some of those places. Later we were told some famous people live, or had lived, in that street.
It's easy to see, why Jesus used the picture of a mansion as the place, where HE wants us to live with HIM. But even the most impressive mansion in that street, or any other fancy address, is nothing compared to ...
At the end of Monomeath Avenue I turned left into Mont Albert Road. On the ground I saw a red bow, made of silk. It had obviously earlier fallen off a bride's or bridesmaid's dress. It still looked clean. I took it and hung it on the nearest gate. Cut into the stone gate was the name of the mansion - ELWELL. There you have IT - L did well.
Why the long story? Where is it leading to? Early on the Monday morning 13/12 during an early morning walk I suddenly saw a building NATA - National Association of Testing Authorities. (I just googled their phone number 1 9 6 3 is in it). Was there indeed a test waiting? During many early morning walks, in many different places, had I made some significant discoveries.
Thinking along those lines, as I stood right on the corner of the testing authorities headquarters, I looked on the ground and saw a small white plastic fork. I took a bearing. It pointed exactly to the front entrance of the Women's and Children's Hospital.
There was a break in the busy peak-hour traffic. It took less than a minute to cross the six lanes and the tram lines. Outside the hospital's main entrance was some activity. Getting closer I saw two policemen and other people standing around. A light pole had been vandalised. The police was just taking details, a lady officer snapped a photo.
I walked inside the large building, just to have a look. The two police followed me rather closely. I felt a little uncomfortable, until they walked through a side door, leaving the foyer area. I paused to take a quick look around, entertaining the thought: What on earth am I here for? There was nothing to count ...
Much of what I do, the places I go to, the things I see, in the larger picture of things, are a test - testimony to HIS reality, HIS ability to lead, to guide. HE has the whole world under HIS total control.
HIS power has not been established after a democratic vote. Nor will it ever need endorsing by anyone. The sooner all nations accept IT and acknowledge HIM as Lord, the better.
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Back to cycling in beautiful Queensland - September 09
Not long after leaving Gladstone I took a short detour into a little place called Yarwun. There was a general store/post office, where I mailed a few postcards and munched on a pie. Tomatoes, at $ 1 a bag, were a bargain compared to two bananas I bought later at Mt. Larcom - $ 2.95.
A small repair on my luggage rack was one reason I left Gladstone later than anticipated - at 10.45 am. Some welding had cracked under the weight of my gear. A kind tradesman at his air-conditioning workshop gave me just what I needed, some small hose clamps. He could have taken 5 or 10 Dollars for what he supplied. But he didn't want anything, which showed me that there are still kind, helpful people in the world, who are not merely after a quick buck. (Thank you, Sir).
The next morning, before leaving Rockhampton, I took a short ride along Victoria Parade, taking the photograph of the grand old mansion shown below.
It was Saturday morning, September 20th. A lady was taking her little children for a walk. From the riverbank came the sound of loud voices. Some local folk, who may have stayed there the night, were having a lively argument and didn't mind the rest of us to hear it.
A statue of a soldier on a horse, opposite the riverbank, took me across the road. On the ground was a pink news sheet of some kind. I learned that on 7.9.09, the day I flew into Queensland, the Rockhampton District Primary School had held a Choral Festival. The first choir had sung 'The Lord is my Shepherd' and The Moon. The second choir sang Moonsong. The night finished with the Finale, what else? The song on the sheet reads: Stand up.
Compere for the evening was Mrs.Leisa Neat.one (e and the dot added). Nice to know there are still ladies in the world, who don't mind being called Mrs. That pink paper, the program for the 7.09 Choral Festival, was worth picking up in Rocky. (The reason I again mention the date 7.09 again was a small, bright red car ...709, in a driveway nearby. It all may sound boring, unless you own the car...)
Fortunately, the tiny town of Marlboro had a good size caravan park/motel. Unfortunately, it was Sunday and no church service was held anywhere. Cycling north on the highway that morning I sang my own hymns and made up my own sermon. Not a bad idea - I couldn't complain about the songs, or correct any mistakes the preacher made.
On the day of rest, a little ironic, I had work to do. A few kilometres away from Marlboro a van had stopped on the other side of the highway. Somebody was lying beside it on their back. I stopped to investigate. My help was certainly welcome.
The gentleman, 64 year-old Alfred, who was travelling to see his mother in Sydney, had a flat tyre. Since he suffered from a bad back, he had great difficulty trying to undo the wheel nuts. With the help of a hammer I was able to undo them and change the tyre for him. He was most appreciative, thanking me with a bottle of flavoured water.
The radio reception in rural areas was limited, receiving only our ABC clearly. On Sundays there was very little to listen to, besides sport. Listening anyway, on Sunday 20 September, I had one of those mental telepathy moments. Whatever it's called, I saw some magic in the timing.
Clairview was the first location since Tallum Sands, where my path took me back to the seaside. The well equipped, large caravan park was also the centre of this tiny community. This stretch of my journey had been the one, where I had been unsure regarding accommodation. It was welcome surprise to see it so lively and well equipped. The next morning a few little green tree frogs kept me company as I ate breakfast.
The wind changed overnight. Blowing from the north-east most of Monday, I noticed a considerable difference in my average speed. The extra leg work, combined with the heat made me feel tired. Arriving in Sarina around 3 pm, I decided to stay in this town for the night.
Despite not having found it online during my preparations, there was a lovely caravan park, just a little out of town. It was well kept, featuring lush green lawns, plus a swimming pool under palm trees. The name suited well, Tropicana.
Sarina, Queensland - two frogs in the centre of town! One is waiting for a kiss ...
Mackay at lunch time was a hive of activity. I rolled up at a newly opened shopping centre, Caneland, and wondered, why the place was so crowded. It was the beginning of the school holidays, so the new, air-conditioned shopping mall became a good place to escape the heat.
I bought my lunch and ate it on a covered picnic table, overlooking the Blue Lagoon. Nearby, a bridge was under construction. Mackay had a real 'go-ahead' feel to it.
It may sound silly, why I decided to leave the Bruce Highway, to cycle the alternative, longer route via Marian. At the caravan park in Sarina I had met a couple, holidaying in their caravan, rego plate ..GK 210. They were from Marion, South Australia.
On the main road into Marian I spotted a 10 cent coin on the road. I turned back to pick it up. It was right outside house number 591. I noticed that the number was written on a post, vertically. My brain deducted 10 from 591 = 581 ...?
Another registration plate outside the general store. Was the message - 10 4 URL? Well, here it is!
A quick snack, to spend my newly acquired 10 cents, a chat with the friendly store keeper, and I was back in the saddle. The detour via Marian was well worth it; far less traffic and beautiful scenery.
There were vast areas of cane fields, with high mountains as a backdrop. Unfortunately, a dust storm over South Australia had carried much soil from central Australia over to the East Coast. Whilst breathing never became a problem, the dust reduced visibility greatly. On one occasion I came within a few kilometers of a high mountain, before realizing I had travelled beside it for many kilometers. It had been covered in the haze.
At around 5 PM at a place called Jolimont I passed a caravan park I didn't know about. It was right on the Bruce Highway; a perfect place to stay the night. Not only was there a camp kitchen, a TV provided a little entertainment, since the park was not near a town or village.
There were long stretches between civilization along this part of the coast. It was noticeable, in different places and to various degrees, Queensland was still suffering from the ongoing drought. Drinking water became an issue. On two or three occasions I had to consume bore water, which a local had assured me was safe to drink. As the previous year, I never suffered any stomach or other pain - apart from the occasional ache in the neck.
The next day, after struggling against a strong headwind, I reached Proserpine, mildly exhausted. I considered leaving Airlie Beach off the itinerary altogether. But from a previous visit I knew this resort, the gateway to the Whitsunday's, was a gem.
I stopped for a good rest at Proserpine, made sure I had some wholesome food and plenty of water. It helped me battle the strong headwind for 25 kilometres into Airlie Beach.
Looking back, I was glad to make the effort and stay overnight at Airlie. I made some remarkable discoveries. One was a superb backbacker hostel, right in the heart of Airlie across from the beach. At $ 30 per night it was good value.
The rest of my discovery was mega magic; magic to the power of N (Read on).
One of Queensland's prettiest: Airlie Beach
Shute Harbour Road, downtown Airlie Beach.
The next morning, real early, I strolled over to the sailing club, located next to the beach. Lying in the sand, my eyes fell on to a red number on a white piece of paper. (How well timed, to fit into this chapter, since 45 had featured earlier, 1000+ miles to the south!)
PLEASE RETAIN, AND PRESENT WHEN YOUR NUMBER IS CALLED - 45
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Here is a question for readers in Queensland: "What does Airlie Beach, Queensland have in common with Warrnambool, Victoria? There may be a handful of smart readers, who know that both cities have a street called ALTMAN.N. But how many know that the tourist maps in both places are incorrect ?
VAST is the difference between ALTMANN ST and ALTMANN AV
Can you see IT ALL coming together? God's finger is pointing at an innocent man lingering in jail, convicted wrongfully by the ... courts!
At the conclusion of Book 7, the second to last chapter, any impartial mind will find clear evidence, in black and white, that the imprisoned magistrate has been wrongly accused by at least one person.
God has judged the case HIMSELF. HE is the judge of ALL things.
Here is the Elder, who carries the number 24, mentioned in the last book of the Bible. This ELDER (old man - ALTMANN) is falling down to worship ALMIGHTY GOD. My chapter 'The Kingston job' concludes with a reference to these 24 Elders:
Chapter 4 of Revelations concludes: "
What a passionate surrender of power, throwing in your own crown, and making a strong affirmation of faith, acknowledging Almighty God as the creator. Only HE is worthy to be praised, forever and ever!
Let me suggest to world leaders, concluding their talk in Copenhagen as I write: The world needs a revolution, not a resolution. Not an empty promise to reduce energy consumption, but a determined turning away from greed, from lies, from deception and violence, toward embracing Jesus' teaching of love and peace! This truth, HIS truth, will lead to world peace. God is in control of all, including HIS earth's climate!
All those who not merely claim to love GOD, but those who love God passionately, with all the energy they can muster, can't help but pass on this love to others. They love his appearing as a judge:
After watching a BBC TV program, which taught evolution as if it were a proven fact, I emailed the BBC London. The DNA of a chimpanzee may be similar to that of a human, but please, let's be honest, there is a world of difference in our bodies, besides our superior brain power, not to mention God's spirit inside us!
A universal resolution, which all Nations of the earth will adopt, speaks of a powerful, creative God:
Please retain - the number has come up!
What is the number? No, not 45. The number Is 96: