|THE WINNER GAVE IT ALL|
"For the word of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing,
but to us who are being saved it is the power of God." (1.Cor. 1,18).
"These people say they love me. They show honour to me
with words. But their hearts are far from me. The honour
they show me is nothing but human rules they have
memorized. So I will continue to amaze these people
by doing more and more miracles."
(Isaiah 29, 13, 14 ICB)
|8. AN - TRUE Chris Rea
Did I see correctly? On the evening television news a blond haired man was wearing what looked like a small, red flower in his lapel. It looked very much like the flower that played quite a role in my previous chapter.
The gentleman was none other than Julian Assange. The Wikileak founder, and the world's number one whistleblower, had his appeal against extradition to Sweden rejected by a London Court. The small red flower in his lapel was indeed a red poppy.
The item that followed in the same news bulletin brought another surprise, another red poppy in the lapel of another famous person. It was none other than Prince William. He and his wife Kate, together with Prince Frederick of Denmark and Princess Mary, had joined forces to take action toward fighting the terrible famine in Somalia.
To complete the poppy spotting hat-trick, on the day before commencing this chapter, another famous face appeared on our TV screens. British actor Daniel Craig also had a red poppy in his lapel. The star of two previous James Bond movies was in the news about his third called Skyfall.
Daniel Craig (James Bond) promoting his latest movie 'Skyfall'.
Pic. Daniel Deme WENN
What about all these red poppies worn by those tall poppies? (On the day of editing / publishing everyone seems to be wearing them). The answer came in an email just as I was observing above famous names wearing them. A friend in his regular email newsletter explained that the red poppy is a symbol of Remembrance Day, when we pay our respect to the fallen. At 11 am on 11 November 1918 the guns of the Western Front fell silent after more than four years continuous warfare.
Here is how the poppy came to become a symbol to remember the fallen:
As the poppy and other plants arise from their sleep within the earth, so too all who die in Christ will rise into eternity: What you sow does not come to life unless it dies. When you sow, you do not plant the body that will be, but just a seed, perhaps of wheat or of something else. But God gives it a body as he has determined .... (1 Corinthians 15:36-38). (Source: David d'Lima)
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It so happened that on 7.10 (October 7th) I published Chapter 7 in my Book 10. Since I completed editing just around the right time, why not upload at exactly 7.10 PM? That's what Nos do to you. But as I had mentioned many times, there are far worse fixations to suffer from. What's more, as I look around I observe that there may be others, who are amused by, even respond to, what I write.
The front page of our Advertiser Newspaper the next day (October 8th, 2011) read: TRAPPED IN A CELL, by Cindy Wockner.
The trapped person Cindy referred to was 14-year-old Lewis Alan Mason, who allegedly had purchased a small quantity of drugs on a Bali beach. He was arrested and has been in the prison cell and in the news ever since. (See previous chapter). Unusual that, apart from the Sydney Morning Herald which published his name, nowhere had I seen or heard his name mentioned. And why is his face never shown on TV or other media?
There are times I feel trapped, trapped in my discoveries, trapped within my truths. As soon as thoughts of doubt arise, I remind myself that HIS thoughts are above our thoughts, HIS ways are beyond ours. In trying times I let my mind rest on that one verse in the psalms, the verse which puts a troubled mind to rest: "Be still and know that I AM God." (Psalm 46, 10).
At other times I pause and meditate on one word God gave me years ago. At the time I desperately needed it: TRUST.
A few pages into the same edition newspaper, as if in response to my supernatural writings the night before, an article appeared, which deals with the subject of the paranormal. Bryan Littlely wrote about alien activity around Adelaide and was placed on YouTube by a mysterious Ben of Fluffy Jet Productions. ( FLUFFY = F Y U L FF [and following]).
Here is the introduction to the article:
Still browsing the Advertiser Newspaper (of Saturday October 8th) I spotted the word STURT in the sports section. My brain rather liked the anagram of Sturt - TRUST. It was the day our State's Football League grand final was played. On page 107, (number made sense) among many statistics, the number 159 stood out.
The sportswriter pointed to Sturt in his review of the history of football grand finals in South Australia. In 1969 Sturt had won the grand final with the highest score ever - 159 points, kicking 24 goals and 15 behinds against Glenelg.
From the diary: Oct. 8th 2011
Two days after October 8th was October 10th; not only in my diary but, most likely, in everybody else's as well. It was a Monday. That morning I went to the doctor to check my blood, if my iron level had increased. (Remove the letter r from iron leaves ion.)
Enough word play; while sitting in the doctor's surgery's waiting room I picked up a Readers Digest Magazine. It amazes me constantly that out of nothing, often within minutes, a story emerges, after seeing something, somewhere.
This time it was on page 150, right at the bottom, where I spotted the spelling error. How ironic (pardon the pun) was it - the misspelled word was the word se (should have been see) in an article about better eyesight?
Much later did I noticed that the RD Magazine was a year old (October 2010 - note 10/10!) I also matched that day's date. But my mind always sees more. Looking at I50, turning it into ISO, I could sense something, which I emailed the magazine after I arrived home.
At the time I had not noticed the misspelled word waken (in blue above). After I had copied the email into my Word File, I noticed the missing e. How about that? In an email about a missing e, by sheer fluke (or is there a higher power* ...)
Another email to Reader's Digest followed minutes later on 10.10:
I was on an E-roll. Scrolling back through my emails I opened a regular weekly email newsletter. Keeping in mind I had just experienced moments earlier a little magic with the letter e, you may understand why I had to send a third email to Readers Digest that day:
That morning in that Readers Digest Magazine, in the surgery's waiting room, I had read about common words people get mixed up with. Hence my hint at complement and compliment.
On the day of commencing this chapter there was another incident which surrounded the letter e. As if planned by an unknown power - what transpired also matched the date 5.11. It all may sound repetitive; yet I write it as I saw it, just as it was; no misunderstanding possible.
On the evening of Nov. 5th our family had relatives visiting from New South Wales. Their surname happens to be EMMS. It came to me during a ride that afternoon. If I take the letter E as the 5th (letter) and M as 1 (thousand / Roman numerals) I see the date - 5 1 1 S.
Seconds afterward, still thinking about this, I was cycling past a side road, called Kingston Street. A quick glance to my right showed a small, white sedan parked right there. The registration plate was .... 511.
Monday October 10th continued at a rather hectic pace. More supernatural incidents took place that evening. One particular one stands out, which only I can verify as true and ...
Monday evenings the ABC broadcasts a program called Media Watch. Years ago, after I had given them a tip-off, I had received in the post a fridge magnet with their slogan: STAY BRAVE AND TRUE.
As I watched the program that evening I distinctly heard, and took note of, firstly the word true and moments later the word an disappear. It happens with digital transmissions that short sections, nano-seconds of words go missing. Or was there more behind the words true / an?
Around that time I was reading Simon Illingworths' Filthy Rats, which I had written about in the previous chapter. (Co-incidentally? it was published by ABC Books.) After the broadcast my mind was reading, but was also, perhaps on a more subconscious level, pondering the words true and an: What if this was a kind of test, if HE was true, if IT was true, if indeed N was true?
Reading on in Filthy Rats I suddenly saw just those two words (True / an) in the book I was reading. What co-incident this would be, if indeed it were not God speaking in HIS unique, unmistakable way?
I emailed what happened to the ABC's Media Watch:
This is how I saw it that evening:
Top: MEDIA WATCH - STAY BRAVE AND TRUE
Bottom: Page 178 - Filthy Rats (ABC Books)
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The opposite of truth is lies. On Sunday October 30th 11 Australia woke up to a shock announcement by the Chief Executive of our National Airline QANTAS. (Take a closer look at that word without the Q). QANTAS (Queensland And Northern Territory Aerial Services) has been a very successful Australian Airline. Its safety record is the envy of other major airlines. That day Alan Joyce, the chief executive with a British accent, had grounded the entire fleet.
Over some months, leading up to the surprise announcement, there had been industrial action taken by unions, fearing many employees would lose their jobs, if plans to moved certain services off-shore. (A pilot speaking about the incident may still have been spooked, when he said "off-share, sorry off-shore.")
The unprecedented action to lock out the entire workforce of 27 000 (or is it 32 000?) stopped the Australian giant in its tracks. ! Such a drastic step had never been taken in the history of Australian industrial relations. Hundreds of thousands of travellers had their plans disrupted. A commentator on TV likened it to cracking a walnut with a sledge hammer.
So what did you notice as you pondered the name QANTAS without Q? SATAN?
On the morning after the debacle I opened my Daily Bread Bible reading. It so happened - on the very day our QANTAS did not fly - the first word in my reading was Satan. This got me thinking:
The power of Satan is no match for the power of God's Word.
FATHER OF LIES - FATHER O FLIES!
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On one occasion, some time back now, the phenomena of hearing a spoken word on the screen, but viewing a different word on the TV screen lead to some interesting observations. It involved four words. Here is what I mean, explained in table format, for easier understanding:
SO DO IT ... FA La La La La La La La La...
In the afternoon I stepped out into our street and took my dog for a walk. Along came a vehicle, registration plate - BT I. (Yes, it sounds crazy, a bit).
*Ps. Brian's sermon was titled: "When ordinary people pray". I could not have agreed more. The most effective prayer comes from a transparent, pure, enthusiastic, humble heart. Remember, God is not looking for eloquent words, but passionate thoughts, motivated by a sincere desire to please HIM in all we do.
Such a prayer will express words which God wants you to pray. You will be in tune with HIS will. HE will answer, perhaps in unexpected ways, and not immediately. The outcome, however, will be good. Just trust.
There is that word TRUST again. As if God Himself spoke this word to the people of Adelaide on 19.10.11 ! In the middle of that night many residents woke to an earth tremor. A 3.5 second rumble as if a train was approaching (according to one eyewitness). The earth shook at 2.22 AM with a magnitude 3.3 tremor on the Richter Scale. The epicentre was reported to be near Upper Sturt (ABC TV News).
Whatever you may think, whoever you may trust, No.1 (God, the man of P's) controls ALL.
Ever since my youth I have trusted God. It never made sense to trust anyone else, any other force. Trusting God is a life-long adventure. The deepest secrets of God can't be explained rationally, neither with a scientific, nor an academic mind. God's ways are totally different. He reveals HIS secrets to the simple in faith.
The word of the cross does not make sense to those, who don't want to believe. To them it is foolishness. Sadly, they will perish (1. Cor. 1,18). Yet, to deliberately forgo God's invitation for an eternal life is beyond foolishness, it's a tragedy with eternal consequences.
To find out that the torment of hell is for real, once you have arrived it's too late! (Check out the sad story of such a man in Luke 16, 19-31). If only the Dawkins and Grayling followers could experience an hour in hell, maybe they wouldre-examine who they place their trust in?
Those who seek God diligently will find HIM (Luke 11.9). It's HIS promise. God keeps HIS promises.
Many things I see and write about can be regarded as foolish, I agree. Some may regard me as a religious numerologist. Others view all of life as co-incidental, without meaning, without purpose. In the end all will make sense, when you will see life from God's point of view.
The date as I edit is 11.11.11. is one of four such Nos.1 dates in 2011. The previous three were: 1.1.11 - 11.1.11 and 1.11.11. Perhaps you also received the email, which informed us, if we added the year we were born and our present age, it all adds to 111. In my case, I was born in 50, my age is 61 = 111.
The number 111 came up exactly one week before this writing (on 3.11). That day I started for the first time to drive a small bus for the German Welfare Centre, to pick up passengers and take them to their day out at the German Club. The depot, where the bus was garaged, was No. 111 W... Road.
As I passed No.108 W ... Road I was reminded of the person, who lived in that house. Years ago I had met a gentleman with whom I had much in common. During conversation we discovered that he was born on the same day, same year, as I was - 30.1. He and I had both been born overseas, had migrated to Australia and we both started our own driving school.
It was something to think about during my day's driving, but nothing really earth shattering. Except, there was more. (Read on, after this special insert).
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the best of ... Chris Rea
(Back on the bus)
At the end of that day's driving (on the third of that month), I dropped the bus back to the depot. As I recorded the mileage travelled into the log sheet - 27400 - the time on the dashboard read 4.27.To top-off this numbers-magic day at work, I had driven the 12-seater bus for 103 kilometers.
Right at the start on that 3rd. November day 2011, I had had an encounter with the number 3. I had sent an email to a TV program that very morning. That day the Australian visit of a famous US pop star was in the news. Her name was Kim. She had caused a storm in the media, announcing that she was divorcing her husband, 26 year old NBL star, Kris Humphries, after only 72 days marriage. The paparazzi chased her like a hungry mob of wolves.
The Australian visit of this divorce-happy lady prompted me to sent two emails to Channel Nine TV. The first one referred to a comment made by a breakfast TV host who, tongue-in-cheek, suggested a Kiss a Kim Day (or some similar nonsense). Later at night I remembered it, watching Eddie's Millionaire Hotseat. This question came up: Who painted The Kiss. Like the contestant I had no idea what the correct answer was. But spotting the letters KIM inside one of the multiple choice answers, I got it right. Take a look:
PPS This morning God woke me at 5.33. It made me think - November and May, six months apart, have this is common NO V = No.5.
The next day there was more. I am writing it as it was. It was one of those familiar starts to my day. I woke feeling rather fresh and somewhat surprised that the time on the clock radio showed 3.11. In the US the date was still 11.3.
Was I meant to wake so early and watch a TV Show from the US? Anyhow, that's what I did - 60 seconds of Good Morning America. Within those brief moments I heard the presenters mention the number No. 3, the digit that had been on my radar for many hours.
I sent a second email to Channel Nine's breakfast show, off-loading what had happened:
Had there been a chance to chat with Adelaide's famous, popular TV name (Keith Conlon) I would have asked about the 1, 2 or 22 dolphins, which inhabit the Port River.
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At the time of writing a friend and I have almost completed a contract delivering around 4500 Yellow Pages phone directories. Earlier in the year, with the help of my wife, I delivered over 6000 copies of the new, small print White Pages phone book. The cover looked interesting:
Adelaide's White Pages phone book says hi. It's how we connect:
An incident took place during distribution of the Yellow Pages phone books on 9.11 (November 9th). It both surprised and puzzled me. It made me think deeply. It happened so fast and was over in seconds. As my friend and I were moving from house to house in a quiet back street, running up each driveway to leave a phone book by each door, two motor vehicles approached rather noisily. They were moving swiftly, but not real fast.
As I looked my eyes caught a brief glimpse of both. They were two 4WD business vehicles with writing on the side. On the first vehicle I spotted the letters WARREN. The second, which followed close behind, had EMERGENCY RESPONSE written on the doors. (t was not however an emergency vehicle with flashing lights and no siren).
What was that all about? I asked myself while working on. It took only a few moments of thinking, looking at the location and I becoming aware of the street name: JAGO Street. I saw a two-letter German word (YES) and a two-letter English word: GO. So was this from a fly-by cheer-squad? If so, the name of the junction, where this took place may hold the second half of the message: ALDERSHOT?
Please don't think I took this as another threat. No, I took it more of an interesting way of giving a warning in a strange kind of way. But wasn't much of what think and do a little strange?
The next morning out of curiosity I googled the word Warren, wondering what firm vehicle may have been stalking us. Before I give my finding, please note that minutes before this Google search I had sent an email to my brother Roland (note the name) in Germany. In recent months we had not emailed much at all. It all seemed perfectly timed again.
This is what came up: There was a firm in Adelaide named Warren. The location was Dunorlan Street. How I don't know, but I saw the letters R.o.l.a.n.d straight away inside that street name. This leaves U N. (Better than the MRS leaving, hey Kris?)
But there was more. The date 9.11. (Remember, it was not September 11, even though Inside for Living broadcast that morning the original 9/11 program ...?)
I felt prompted to write this email to my brother Roland that day, because Nov. 9th was my late mother's birthday. She would have been 99.
She did not fall in a war. Her brother Willy did. On this Remembrance Day I recall the picture of the handsome, blue-eyed, blond-haired soldier in military uniform hanging on the wall of my grandmother's living room. They were so proud of him.
He was a Member of the SS. If only they knew the code then! SS = LOVE. Even your enemy!