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  Written / Published 14.7./21.7.20  (Pics by author, unless indicated)

There's a reason this chapter is two weeks late. You will understand after reading about a weekend visit to South Australia's South Coast. I say this much, I ignored a warning sign and suffered for it.

Football is back, but not as you would have expected. We have two incidences, not co..., one a first with a radio program, another seconds after tuning into a TV quiz show.

As the disastrous, global virus of 2020 continues, I increasingly find data, coding it, linking it, wondering ... The more I ponder the more I see. There is always the urge to declare truth - the truth that set us free!

There is going to be a new normal - one with HIM forever! 

"The LORD is my light *..." (Psalm 27, 1)


5.  Power and True Light 

The internationally renowned American bible teacher and author Dr. David Jeremiah made a profound statement on his TV program Turning Point. I was tuned into Australia's TV Channel 72, watching his regular Sunday morning talk. It was July 5th local time, Independence Day in the US.  He concluded a story he had told with this remark: "It's strange, but the more I pray the more co-incidences happen in my life!" (Or words to that effect).  

How I could identify with Dr. Jeremiah's statement! It expresses the story of my life too; at least when I consider the myriad of co-incidences I had come across. Regular readers know all about it. Sometimes they come to light during or after prayer. 

Prayer is such a personal, private matter. Like the relationship between a husband and wife, only you really know what your bond is like to God Almighty, intimate and real or distant and hazy. A loving devotion to God, through the Lord Jesus Christ is a must for every serious believer.

Books have been written on prayer. Much has been preached about prayer. A common saying by Christians is: "Prayer changes things". I have first hand experience that it does. One who comes to talk to God must do so with a sincere heart. The Aussie slang fair-dinkum expresses it rather well.

Sadly, God's place in modern society has been occupied by social media, electronic gadgets and entertainment of all kinds. But not even a hundred so-called friends on facebook come close to a personal friendship with God the Father.

A special Father's Day card 

Ein treuer Freund sei dir Pfand der Freundlichkeit Gottes.

 (Translated: A trusted friend [be to you] a token of God's kindness)

The Swiss  poet and theologian Lavater may not have hinted specifically at Jesus being that friend. However, the words Man only please' may be hinting at this!  

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Waking up at 6 AM on Sunday 12th July 2020 I tuned into a radio program called Heart and Soul. During the program a pastor, David Evans (not the Gospel singer) preached a short sermon. That morning, as I listened in bed on my transistor radio, I thought I detected a minor discrepancy - the speaker spoke the words of a classical chorus, one that my age group knows well:

"Turn your eyes upon Jesus
Look full in His wonderful face
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the
power of His glory and grace."

How amazing: Within moments of editing these lines, on the 'Old Fashioned Gospel Music (internet) Radio' a choir sang: "Turn your eyes upon Jesus..." (Thank You, Lord for your perfect timing!)

*WOW, just here (top of page), starting the final edit, a choir on the same radio station sang;" Lord, let your light shine on us..."   


One word in above lyrics bothered me; the word power didn't fit. Things grow dim when there is not enough light. The preacher obviously misquoted, saying power instead of light. In the past such discoveries really bothered me. They still do to a lesser degree, but because of the letters P L  (Power / Light) I just couldn't ignore it. (Long time readers know that these letters played a major role since book one). 

The day following, still pondering if I should speak out, since things hadn't added up, this came:

Our Daily Bread devotional - 13.7.20

<<< Look Up!

The word 'light' appeared no less than seven times the very day following the radio broadcast. (Marked in red)

Further than that, the very last word on the page is 'light'. 

The question, when can  a co-incidence that crosses our path be viewed as coming from God, has challenged my thinking ever since the letters P L have done in Book One.

The writer of above short devotion points to Psalm 8: "The writer, King David, marveled at God's heavenly light: "When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them; human beings that you care for them?" 

How could I not marvel at God's timing, once again and dismiss it as meaningless, as co-incident? HE is saying to us: "Look-up at my creation, then turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in HIS wonderful face ...". HE is the light of the world.

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The day before writing above paragraph and pasting the image, there was a world-wide incident on the news: a BIT-coin incident. The twitter account of famous, rich people had been hacked and scammed! 

What coincidence, that same day a tradesman was working in our premises; a once off installation. The letters of his van registration were BIT.

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Going back one week, on July 4th to be precise, I was watching one of our sons play football. It was the first time in over a decade that I had done so. Local football was just commencing again, after the virus restrictions. He had casually mentioned two days earlier, where and when kick-off was. I thought, why not go and support him and his team by just being there? Looking back, I'm glad I went. 

The team didn't play well in the first half. The opposition dominated the field, scoring 1:0 early in the game.  I was wondering, could our team win or at least manage a draw going into the second half? Indeed, the team played much better after the break. Soon after kicking off it was 1:1. 

About 5 minutes, perhaps 8, before the final whistle a young, skillful player, wearing No.3 jersey, scored the winning goal.

It was the first time our seven year old grandson was watching his uncle play soccer. 

 After pasting this image I noticed that I had captured players Nos. 2 (soN) and 10.

There is a reason I'm writing these banal details. At the time I had been unaware of an amazing God-incident that was to unfold. 

Later that evening I opened 'The Word For Today', the other daily devotional booklet I have been reading regularly for some years. The headline that very Saturday, July 4th, matched exactly what had happened that afternoon at the soccer match. See it for yourself:

"You Can Win In The Second Half"

Text: "Half-time in the game is for rest and assessment. It's a time to regroup - to evaluate how things have been going and decide what adjustments need to be made for the rest of the game. Often a team may look like they're losing at half-time, but by the time the game ends they've turned things around and won."

It may sound unreal, friends, but I write it as it was. What amazing timing, once again! What clear demonstration how God leads, through HIS Holy Spirit. If we trust HIM, HE will lead us to a place exactly when and where HE wants us to be! Remember, the game is not over at half-time! Don't give up, you can win in the second half.

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On July 4th each year the United States celebrates the declaration of independence from Great Britain. A little research revealed an interesting piece of history, which is worth repeating:

"John Adams believed that July 2nd (7.2) was the correct date on which to celebrate the birth of American independence, and would reportedly turn down invitations to appear at the July 4th events in protest. Adams and Thomas Jefferson both died on July 4, 1826—the 50th anniversary of the adoption of the Declaration of Independence." (Source: 

America's founding fathers at the time (in 1776) based laws and morals on biblical principles. They wisely believed what King David expressed in his sacred poetry, called the Psalms:


"Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord." 

(Psalm 33,12)

Image: Leading the Way


The once great nation of America, as well as Great Britain, Canada, Australia, Europe, (especially France!*) and indeed the entire sin-stained world ought to regard the global virus crisis of 2020 as (half-time) evaluation time, and ask: Where are we now? Why are we losing? What do we need to do to win?

(*The day I'm writing France celebrates their Bastille Day, July 14th!) 

What a perfect date to once again be pointing to the solution to the woes of mankind! The Salvation Army loves singing a hymn that includes these lyrics: 

"Storm the forts of darkness, bring them down.
Pull down the devil’s kingdom,
where’er he holds dominion..."

Christians are called to pull down the devil's kingdom, conquer the fortress just as those did, who pulled down the Bastille and triggered the French Revolution. Christians are not tourists on a cruise ship, but God's marines on a battleship.

Our weapons are not torpedoes, guns or explosives, because we do not fight against flesh and blood. Our weapon is the Word of God and Prayer, guided by the Holy Spirit.



2 Chronicles. 7, 14:

"If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways ...

 ...then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land."


Friends, more than ever the world in 2020  needs healing; needs restoring to what God had intended since creation! It will happen and it won't be co-incidence!

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At this point, having concluded above paragraph with the word co-incidence, I took a break from writing and went for an extensive walk. En route, at our local post office, I posted a small parcel to a recipient in Germany. Among them were souvenir coasters (Note!). Next came this amazing co-incident in perfect timing.

Tired from the brisk walk I crashed onto the sofa and tuned into TV SBS Channel 30. It so happened, the same second on the screen a letter-mix came up; a segment in the quiz show Numbers and Letters. It took me a few seconds to create the word coaster! 

I said to my wife: "Funny, I have just been to the post office and mailed those coasters to ..." 

One of the two quiz show contestants, Jacob, also came up with the word coaster! He later won the quiz with a spectacular score of 72 points! Here is a screenshot via SBS on Demand:




There's a REEF [near the] COAST - or

C OA S t E R   E F

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If we were to looked at a clock and deduct 2 10s from 2.10 we would arrive at 1.50, the time that can also be expressed as 10 to 2. It so happened around that hour, on 27.6.20, my wife and I had just finished lunch at the Victoria Hotel in lovely Strathalbyn, a historic town about 45 minutes south-east of Adelaide. We strolled through the town, enjoying the sunshine, when my wife decided to take a look at some books outside a bookshop.

After a few+ minutes I thought it's time to walk on. My body wanted to move, burning-off the delicious meal we'd just enjoyed. But my darling was lost in all the literature, picking up one title after another, thoroughly inspecting each one. (Perhaps bookshops should have what clothing stores have, little cubicles, so people can read a book before deciding to buy it, ha ha?)

After a few more patient minutes, I left my wife to it. I said I'd meet her back at our parked car and took off at a brisk pace. It was only a few minutes later, after crossing the Angus River via the picnic area and up the steps on the other side, I stood outside the impressive stone structure of St. Andrews historic church.

As I looked up at the clock on the square tower, my mind immediately took me  to the two 10 / 10 towers, pictured in Chapter 3 of this book. Not only did St Andrews tower look similar, the time on the clock was also remarkable. Take a look:

St Andrews Church >>> 

The history of the heritage listed church goes back to the mid 1800's. It is situated right opposite the banks of the Angus River. The beautiful structure is the most  photographed landmark in Strathalbyn. A big tick for the time on the clock: 1.50 (10 to 2).

<<< Murray at Goolwa

Strathalbyn was the lunch stop on our way to South Australia's south coast. We had booked two nights in this apartment, right on the River Murray at Goolwa. 


The world's fifth longest river meets with the Southern Ocean a few miles downstream from here. We were that close to the wide river, we could have thrown a fishing line out the window, if fishing were our hobby. (Despite the surname Fischer, standing still and waiting for a bite at the end of a line sounds worse than waiting for your wife to finish browsing a bookshop.) 

My forte, as readers well know, is riding a bicycle. This is just what I did the next morning after a cold night with clear skies. The air was crisp, a mist hung over the water, heavy dew covered the ground, as I cycled off through sleepy Goolwa early that Sunday morning. I headed for the scenic Encounter Bay Bikeway, which extends along the south coast, through picturesque Port Elliott and Victor Harbor to Encounter Bay. 

It was cold, but there were already many surfers in the water and many more getting ready to catch a wave. The clean surf rolling in made for ideal conditions. 

My thoughts went to my imprisoned friend in jail, Peter Liddy, who had been a surf life saving coach before the tragic turn of events. PL, I thought, would give anything to escape for a moment, from his gray cell and exchange the monotony of prison life to enjoy the blue sky, the soft sand and fresh ocean air.

There has been zero news in the media since August 2019 about the former magistrate and surf life saving coach. This puzzled me, since at one time, his case had dominated the media. In recent weeks I  have sent a few emails to various media outlets, asking if there was a news blackout declared about the man, and if so on what grounds such a measure was justified. To this day I have not received one reply. 

Is the public not allowed to know the truth? Not even if Mr. Liddy had been granted a parole hearing, let alone the outcome! It not, why not? 

What about the proposed law that may keep the unfortunate man in jail for the rest of his life? Has it passed through parliament? If so, on what grounds? Even if the man were guilty, he already spent 19 years in jail, one year beyond his 18-year non-parole period.

In a previous book I wrote that even a child killer was set free, after doing his time behind bars! Why not Mr. Liddy, who never killed anyone? One must wonder - why? Perhaps certain authorities and individuals fear that the whole truth will come out?

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As I pedaled along, a silly thought flashed through my brain. It was unreal at first, but made sense 30 seconds later.

I thought, would I be willing to spend a day in PL's jail cell, if he was allowed out just for a day? What would our Attorney General, Mrs. Chapman (!) say if I were to suggest this to her?

What came next, moments later, took me by surprise because of the amazing timing: Seconds after thinking of the former surf life saving coach and a politician named Chapman, I passed this street sign:


Chapman Rd / Surfers Pde


<<< SA's South Coast

How could I not stop and take this picture, reading the names of people I had just been thinking about?

If ever my truth, unreal as it may sound, comes to light Ms. Chapman will have a lot to answer for! A time is coming when all will have to answer for what they did, good or bad, in this life!

"For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive the things done in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad."

(2 Corinthians 5, 10). 

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Back on the bike that same Sunday morning I spotted something else that made me interrupt my pedaling and take pictures. Two vehicles were parked together on the side of the road. The registration plate of one, in my simply complex code, expressed the word - see!

<<< What did I see?

The German word See actually translates to sea. The location was indeed by the seaside! (This link only came as I typed above word see.) 

<<< Rego ...072  (A)

Number 72 has received a fair share of attention in my chapters. But here it was the letter A, which surprised. It took my thoughts far away:

You see, on the very day I took this picture (June 27th 20) my wife and I should have been waking up, not in Australia, but in Austria! We had already booked an apartment near Kufstein, but had to cancel for one obviorus reason (pun intended). There were no flights from Australia to Austria.  

Austria's International vehicle registration code is A - like Australia's (AUS), but without US!

On the way back to our apartment it happened; a rare event - I crashed my bicycle! A combination of factors contributed to the mishap: The heavy dew made a wooden section of the path very slippery. The sun was in my eye. I should have slowed down more, but misjudged, the front wheel slid from under me. I landed hard on my face and right hand, which instinctively tried to protect my body from hitting the ground.

Fortunately, I was able to get up and ride on, but my hand hurt badly. When my wife first saw me, shocked at my bruised face, she ushered me into a chair, where I fainted briefly. She feared the worst and had already dialed the emergency number, when I woke and stopped her from going ahead. I didn't want to spoil her weekend entirely. 

Later, with my right hand bandaged up, my face looking like we'd had an argument, which I lost, we went to meet up with some friends for lunch at the Middleton Tavern. Food was delicious. We had an enjoyable time, despite one dining with one hand. And only the other's could see my bruised face. (Only to others one's black eyes matter!)

The pain  on my hand during the night was excruciating. Later back home in Adelaide X-Rays revealed it was broken. Looking back, the outcome of my mistake could have been far worse, for which I thank God. The broken hand didn't need an operation to insert rods, or whatever surgeons put in there to fix it. Had I crashed on gravel, not on the wooden section, or in traffic, the damage may have been far worse. 

I can only blame myself for the crash. The signs SLIPPERY WHEN WET and CYCLISTS SLOW DOWN were big enough. But it's one thing to be clearly warned about danger ahead. It's quit another to take note, heed the warning and act accordingly.

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This takes us to a subject which in 2020 has been on everyone's lips. The word Corona in the years to come will be synonymous, not for its real meaning, crown, or as a brew of beer, nor a brand of typewriter. Corona will go into history books as the nasty virus called Covid-19.



Pic TV Channel 74

If I remember correctly, my very first typewriter looked just like the above Corona. I learned to type in trade school during my studies of commerce. 

Early on in the virus crisis, in March 20, I happened to notice a Corona typewriter on television. The 'American Pickers' stumbled across the above, antique model during their hunt for hidden treasures. 

The name of the typewriter was not the first link I saw, which made me wonder about it. It was the name Noti, a tiny timber town between Portland, Oregon and the US West Coast. (Bk.17 Ch.11). 

One does not need to be a champion in a quiz show to find the word coronation, using corona and noti. The little word no has been among my chapters for years. The question, what it was all about has always been on my mind, but more so since 2019, after the road trip by bicycle through Noti and what followed later. 

My wife recently bought a new brand of shampoo. Looking at the bottle one day I was bemused, looking at 13 Nos listed on the label. Was it to encourage women to say "No" more (just joking, I say no more). But why advertise a product and highlight all the things it doesn't consist of? 

Whoever worded the shampoo label (below) didn't know proper English. Should it say, naturally created with: no, no, no.... or simply - naturally created without...?


<<< Nos - naturally!

Good to know they didn't harm any animals making this shampoo.

And everybody knows Phthalates and Triclosan, but what on earth are MEA/DEA and TEA?

But then, why would we need to know, when none of it is in it? 

 Reflecting a little more, this came to me: Almost all of my writing, the vast majority of my 18 books, were naturally created, with not just 13, but perhaps 1300 Nos, maybe even 1500? And I promise, no animal was hurt ... (just kidding). 

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Besides Noti there came other names that teased my coded brain, simply because I could find a link to it, my story! One was Italy, the country that had been hardest hit initially. Italy starts with IT and continues with AL Y. The other I noticed on SBS television on March 25th 20. The President of Italy was speaking to the press. His name rang a bell immediately:


The President of Italy >>>

His Christian name is Jo, his surname starts with Con. I could not help myself taking this picture for a simple reason: The police officer in charge of the Liddy case had the same name - Conte! His Christian name ends in ALLY.


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One of the features of the Covid 19 pandemic are NOS. Daily we receive an update. Numbers from various states and countries around the world inform, (mostly alarm) citizens who are affected. And WHO isn't?

Politicians and health professionals have us believe that drastic measures, including the ruining of businesses, are necessary to protect people from dying. Of course, nobody want to see people die, but why is the existence of a 93-year old, who had lived his life, more important than the deaths of hundreds of innocent abortion victims?

Should we not also consider, how many more depressed, young people will end their life, fearing for their futures?

Why do political leaders make us believe they care about saving lives, but then sanction the abortion pandemic that is rampant in the western world? How ironic that Victoria, our neighbour state, is hardest hit at this present second wave (in July 2020). The Victorian government was the one, which introduced the most brutal abortion laws in the world in 2008. (Unless it's co-incidence, of course?!)  

Not only did Victoria allow for abortions, virtually on demand at any stage of pregnancy, but its legislation also demands a distancing requirement, ironically called 'safe access zone'. Nobody is allowed to enter this space, near where abortions are carried out, to protest or talk to anyone.

One who tries to save the unborn, talking to a mother inside the safe zone, hoping she not kill her unborn baby, is committing an offense! What pervert society we live in: One who tries to save a life is doing wrong, fearing arrest, so the other can go ahead unimpeded, and kill a life! Hypocrites! May God show mercy on judgement day! 

How ironic that the safe zone outside an abortion clinic is 150 meters; add one dot and we have the safe zone requirement between people to stop passing the Corona virus - 1.50 meters.  

For those unfamiliar with abortion statistics is Australia, let me shock you with the number of dead unborn babies in any four month period and, compare this to the number of Covid 19 deaths up to July 20th 2020:


     Abortions in Australia 

26 666

     Death by Corona Virus


Abortion is the most common surgical procedure performed in Australia with an estimated 80,000 abortions conducted each year. (Source:  

Earlier in 2020 I attended a seminar. One of the speakers was a young doctor, who had come to Australia from a Muslim country. The young lady worked in an Adelaide hospital. Moving through the corridors, she passed the notice board regularly, where all the medical procedures for the day were listed. 

She noticed, how often three letters came up, which she didn't recognize. At first too shy to ask, she enquired eventually what these letters meant. To her great shock, she learned that they were code for extracting an unborn from a woman's pregnant body! 

Her story speaks volumes: Not only is this shameful state of affairs being kept from the public, it's also swept under the carpet within the medical profession.

Talking to a young man recently, he gave me an explanation, why he thinks this is so: He reasoned that society had to decide on a time, when an embryo is regarded as a human being. (It follows that Victorian politicians, and others around the civilized world, therefore decided that it's only after birth!) 

This kind of thinking is in direct conflict with the scriptures:

"For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise You because I'm fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from You
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be."

(Psalm 139, 13-16).

Friends,  I'm well aware that I am harping on the same subject time and time again. I'm also watching with alarm, how society is on a very slippery slope. The corona virus, in my mind, is a stern warning to the world, to not only slow down (abortions), but to stop doing evil and turn around. God does not want that anyone should perish! He wants all to see the truth. (1. Timothy 2, 4).

To refuse HIS warning, to ignore HIS offer of love and forgiveness, will lead to pain far worse than a broken hand after crashing on a slippery, wooden footpath.  

"The wages of sin is death...", according to Romans 6, 23. Thankfully, there is a solution in the same verse: "but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."

Some good will come out of the Corona crisis. It will come to pass. God's will be done!

Jesus said: "I am the light of the world" (John 8, 12).

Lord, let Your light shine on us.

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