Chapter 2 HOME
Written / Published 12.4/20.4.20 (Pics by author, unless indicated
If it were not for the significant fact that the abbreviation for numbers is NOS, perhaps you'd be reading far fewer surprise digits in my pages. Yet, each number has its own story, mysterious and magical; on my pages possibly for over a decade.
Travel has seized in this chapter, as it has in the entire world practically. All because of an unseen, fearful bio terrorist. But there's always the bicycle, which takes us through surrounding suburbs, spotting big signs and little things - all stirred the brain into storytelling.
We only touch briefly on the No.1 history making topic of 2020, you know what I mean? (If not, here's a clue - it starts with c and ends in id; it came out in '19.)
And there was good news in the media, which managed to grab the No.1 spot that day - Justice for a prisoner, finally...!
2. The Big Tick
On Easter Sunday morning (2020) I did something I had not done in a long time; something I thought I had grown out of - picking up bit of debris off the roadway. It came to my attention as I was riding my bicycle through a neighbouring suburb. I was on my way to deliver something special. Details are of little consequence, except to say that a year earlier I had promised a young man 50 Dollars to be paid that day. I was delivering on that promise!
In my mind I knew that on this special day in the Christian calendar I would be commencing this second chapter in my new book. As I steadily pedaled along, the oxygen to my brain fuelled my thinking, which wandered all over. This often happens during exercise, especially after riding a bicycle up a long, steep hill.
As I passed the Golden Grove Shopping Centre I reflected how I had earlier, only moments after leaving home, turned from our street onto Nelson Road - N & Lson Road, as I'd like to call it.
Since the number 50 - L in Roman numerals - was part of my wild thought pattern, the L - Son bit fitted right in! Jesus' death on the cross and HIS most miraculous, glorious return from the dead was being celebrated around the world at that very time.
But not only the letter L fitted into my wild, free flowing thinking that morning. The letter N did too. I became aware of it writing my diary the next day: The promised delivery that morning was to a person whose name starts with the letter N and ends in son. Unreal but perfectly true!
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The number 50 in my years of writing had often surprised me, as it did that Easter Sunday morning. It happened again the next day, as I read a verse in the bible, a scripture reference to a devotional. The letter L was fresh on my mind, since I had just written my diary and stuck the letter L from the day before into my diary:
Next I came this:
*Footnote 50 informs that the NU Text omits the word wife!
One can understand this, since there are many scriptures indicating how God hates (and largely forbids) leaving (divorcing) your wife. Leaving your mother and father or brothers and sisters, however, is a completely different matter.
No.50 happened again a few days later when I took a trip to our recycling depot. I knew I had probably 10 or 12 Dollars worth of bottles and cans. The receipt, however, looking at it more closely later, revealed more of our numbers than first realized, including No.50:
While on digits 135, driving to church on Sunday 15.3. how could I not notice that the price for unleaded petrol at the gas station near our worship centre was 115.3 cents/liter? It was on the day of our final Sunday Service before the Government regulation forbid mass gatherings due to a virus threat in the community.
Another final mass gathering that Sunday 15.3 took place at Hindmarsh Stadium. Total attendance that night was already down to 4286, before the football season came to an abrupt halt. As I write it's unclear when Adelaide United will play their next match.
Two data from that night as well as from the previous week, I found uncanny:
After the game I cycled home via Main North Road, as I usually do. A flashing sign advertised a well named business called 'The Good Guys'. Within a hundred meters, possibly 20 seconds later, I spotted a 50 cent coin on the road. I'm showing it (magnified) here for two reasons:
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Coming back to L, a L to be more precise, there was one which I almost missed, had I not seen other letters first.
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[PEASANT] REBE [LLION] S1:E53 "Episode 53"
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The next morning I commenced writing this chapter. (Just now as I type the PC clock happens to show 5.13 AM). After my prayer and quiet time I started the P/C to read my emails. The regular daily devotion from California was headed "Never give up". It pointed to a quote by one of my heroes Sir Winston Churchill*, The devotional ended with these words:
*There are many mentions of Sir Winston in my early writing. In Book 2, Chapter 19 you can read about an amusing account of a late night, crazy phone call to a radio talk-back station. Way back then, on April Fools Day in 2004 number 153 had played a role!
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Going back to the 6th of February (please note 6.2!) the story in my diary must be told! Only now, on the day of publishing this chapter, did I discover more strange connections, hidden treasures, to the ones noted into my diary.
Driving in my Suzuki on my way into the city the traffic lights at Gepps Cross intersection were red. On this occasion, looking back, if it were not so, I would have certainly missed the magic. After applying the handbrake and disengaging the gears, my numbers brain must have engaged automatically. When I saw the registration plates of the two vehicles ahead of me I quickly snapped a picture.
Now I was glad I had not cycled all the way that day, but taken the green machine part of the way. Take a look at the photo after I gave it the big tick here:
Our Suzuki's plate carries rego ...228
My destination that morning was a church service in St. Peters Cathedral. Prior to the opening of state parliament the Parliamentary Christian Fellowship and the Leaders of Christian Churches in South Australia were holding this particular church service annually - church leaders praying for a blessing on political leaders, what a good thing!
The scripture reading surprised me in three ways. Firstly, it was a passage in the Book of Romans, Chapter 12. (That's why I wrote note 6.2 earlier). Secondly, the reader was actually our local Member of Parliament, whose office is about one kilometer from our house. The words that came out of his mouth would have to be the smoothest, most delightful ever to be uttered by a politician in public:
His reading continued to Verse 18, where we read more of what the Christian life is all about: Be a giver, be hospitable to strangers, be compassionate, live in harmony with one another, keep at peace with everyone, even those who persecute you.
Let's be truthful, if our political leaders were only practicing what's written in the first line in above scripture (Verse 9), Australia and every Christian nation on earth would be transformed for good overnight! "Hate what is evil, hold fast to what is good!"
Was it co-incidence that three days later - in our church service at Ingle Farm, the Service started with a bible reading, you guessed it, from Romans 12? Friends, the Christian way is the best roadmap to peace. It will outlast every other religion, philosophy or solution, trumps above the best ideas that any politician or scientist can come up with! The manufacturer knows best about HIS product!
The Reverend Arnold was the preacher that morning. After his short sermon the congregation of about 90-100 sang a hymn written by David Evans. Never have I attended a church service, certainly not in an Anglican Cathedral, where they sang a hymn, written by someone I knew personally.
David, a well known gospel singer/preacher is son of Pastor Fred Evans* and nephew of well-known Adelaide Pastor Andrew Evans. Unlike Lynn Arnold, who became a clergyman after politics, Andrew Evans became a politician after leading the Assemblies of God in Paradise, Adelaide from a small local church to one of Australia's largest congregations.
(*We shall meet him, God willing, next chapter).
As we sang the hymn Be still for the presence of the Lord, the Holy One, is here, it surprised me that the order-of-service sheet stated: Words and Tune: David Evans (b.1957). I sensed it was a misprint. My hunch proved correct. His website states he was born in the late 1960s.
In April 2020 the main headline news every day had been about an unseen biological terrorist that had brought the world almost to a standstill.
One story on April 7th, here in Australia, knocked off the virus from top spot in media reporting! Once the third highest ranking Catholic in the world was about to hear his fate that day, if his appeal to Australia's High Court was successful. Cardinal George Pell had been twice convicted on two charges of sexual abuse, but maintained his innocence ever since being charged by Victoria Police six years earlier.
Not only this newspaper, but our ABC, the publicly funded broadcaster, constantly reported on the case. They seemed obsessed, spending much time (and public money) not merely reporting about, but digging into the Cardinal's past. Were they hoping to find gold, when essentially it simply was - he said this happened decades ago, versus he said that happened?
Compared to PL, who spent so far 18 years 10 months in jail, Cardinal Pell had spent merely 404 days in prison. But one day is too much, if you're innocent! His final hope was a review of his case by Australia's supreme legal authority - the High Court. On April 7th, 2020 this court exonerated the George Pell in a unanimous decision!
Outside St. Patricks Cathedral, Melbourne
Whilst Victorian police probably thought they were doing a great job investigating the Cardinal, journalist Andrew Bolt called it a witch hunt.
Social media was sharply divided following the Pell High Court verdict. It came as a surprise to me, how many had stood up in favour of the cardinal. A former abuse victim himself stated:
The case against the cardinal was indeed very shaky. The public was and still is not allowed to know the victim's names. There were only two. (As if George Pell did not have ample opportunity to find many more boys, if he was an abuser?!) One alleged victim passed away years ago*; the other is only known as Witness J. (Perhaps he is the twin brother of Witness J. in our previous Chapter?).
If not here on earth, there is a time when everyone will be tried and judged, regardless if they have committed serious crimes or merely ignored God's way of salvation, failing to keep HIS most profound commandment:
Both 'perpetrators' deserve condemnation and need God's mercy and forgiveness, the serious criminals and those who never even consider God and HIS wonderful plan of salvation, let alone love HIM with everything they have,
Secondly, not all victim's lives are ruined for ever! Take the case of Witness C. the first man to come forward with allegations of abuse against PL, the magistrate and surf life saving coach. After the magistrate's doubtful court case he had initiated, this man was able to land a job with a huge salary in Victoria. The Australian Grand Prix car race was moved from Adelaide to Melbourne. Witness C got a job on their Board.
Regarding the Australian Grand Prix the Sydney Morning Herald online reported on Oct 10, 2012:
(The latest figures are even worse!).
Who would not want to be part of that executive? Your event loses millions every year, but you are paid a huge bonus anyway - on top of your salary? My research revealed that Witness C, the Adelaide boy who became a big money earner, flying high in Melbourne is now a company director. His alleged abuse by surf life saving coach PL certainly did not ruin this young man's career!
One final thought which I have expressed previously, but have never heard it mention by anyone, public or private: If an evil man were to embark on a career, in the Catholic Church, or any organisation, knowing he would have access to boys, in view of indulging in sinister activities, that organisation becomes also a victim.
Those who argue and condemn those organizations for not acting more decisively I ask: Who knew 45 years ago how to spell the word pedophile, let alone know exactly what it meant? (I didn't). Maybe, with the luxury of hindsight would not everyone do things differently?
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On a lighter note: No April Fool's joke - April 1st fact!
What better bridge than NOS 144:2 to take us on a brief journey to 722! On that date - the morning of 7.2.20 I stood on the bathroom scales. (With a name like Dieter, surely I have the best excuse to do so...?!)
Take a look at the reading:
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Readers must question, as I had for a long time, why this obsession with numbers? Why did this peculiar focus on digits and why did it only start in my fifth decade of life? Without the bombshell revelation at the time, that the abbreviation for numbers (NOS), if turned around becomes SON, nothing would make sense. Only one option would remain - a mental disorder. Either way, I love my numbers, mental disorder or not!
Since the whole world at the present (April 2020) is obsessed with a virus, its almost inevitable that this chapter would include a paragraph or two about it. These are are times when those in lockdown, everybody to a certain degree, has time and reason to reflect on their journey, taking stock of their lives, evaluating their basic beliefs. Somebody put it this way, if you don't stand up for something, you will fall for anything!
On Good Friday for the first time in a while I cycled past the church, where my mission, the catalyst for me becoming a writer (blogger if you must) had started. On April 25, 20, only a few days after typing this, it will be 21 years since that memorable, life-changing event described in Book 1, Chapter 9.
Right through the hundreds of chapters I have written since, I see life from a spiritual point of view. To this day I claim to be led by the Holy Spirit, as written in Romans 8, 14: "For as many as a led by the Sprit of God, these are the Sons of God."
Above sign led me to see: CLOVIE minus COVID = LED.
Regarding L.ED, L - Education is very much my field of expertise!