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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 12 Written/Published 8.3 - 12.3.10
"Hear, O heavens and give ear O earth! For the Lord has spoken: "I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against Me." (Isaiah, 1,2)
(Please note, we conclude our travels in New Zealand in Chapter 13, God willing).
12. Hi all 911 000
The psalms in the bible, mostly composed by King David, are among my favourite reading matter. The day before commencing this chapter, the 7th (of March 2010), I came across a church newssheet I had picked up in Queenstown, New Zealand. It was during my morning walk, on the final day of our stay in that pretty little town. The address was Melbourne Street, next door to the Comfort Inn.
Even though no service was in progress when I called in, I still took a leaflet from the table near the entrance. In the past church newsletters were a source of discovery for misprints, mistakes or simple clues about IT. Many newsletter snippets decorate the pages of my diary, after I discover things.
This is exactly what happened on the 7th, I saw something that didn't make sense. As if the number 7 tried to show off, the error I discovered on the St. Joseph's church bulletin was an obvious mixed up - the text printed was from Psalm 104, but incorrectly written as 103!
However, the detective in me discovered more, a Responsorial Psalm? Take a look:
Responsorial Psalm 103 (Church Bulletin, St. Joseph's Queenstown NZ).
In my world, dominated by numbers, it never seizes to amaze me, how often complex date appears from nowhere, which then fits that day's date. I am aware that readers my be tiring of the repetitiveness of these incidences, but at what point should I stop and ignore it all as co-incidence?
One such incident occurred on March 2, 2010. Just writing this paragraph, I see that this date, written as 3 2 2010, minus the digits of the above Psalm (103 12) takes us to 201. This is exactly the number, the address, where a brief walk in North Adelaide took me that day - 201 Tynte Street.
It began when my son asked me, if I could take him to work in O'Connell Street, North Adelaide. No problem, an hour's break away from the computer would do me good. Plus a one-on-one in the car with your adult son is rare and a pleasure, if you stay clear of controversial subjects.
I dropped Tim, stopping in a 1/4 hour zone. I almost drove away again, when I thought: Why not? Why waste free 15 minute parking on a lovely, sunny autumn morning? Why not take a 15 minutes walk? I crossed the road and followed Tynte Street. It was almost exactly 11.07 AM (note the time) when I reached Wellington Square, near Channel Nine (No. 202) and crossed over to No. 201.
That morning I suddenly became aware that Radio Mix 102.3 was located at 201 Tynte Street. At first it was only their frequency (102.3) and the 201 in their address. So what? I hear you think? The real surprise, why I am writing about it here, came hours later, as I wrote my journal: The radio station's FM frequency 102.3 were those of that day's date - 10 the year, 2 the day, 3 the month.
Discovering such fun called for a letter to the radio station. Totally unpredictable, during typing it, I discovered another link, an incident from years earlier. It all fitted in - amazing timing. Judge for yourself:
At the eastern end of Tynte Street on the footpath I spotted a tiny piece of paper. Curiosity made me pick it up, almost automatically. People were watching me, from the outdoor restaurant, just a few meters further west. At first I saw nothing of interest on the small price label, but I still put it into my pocket.
Later it came - a link. If my brain is very clever, finding these links, if they are inspired by the Spirit inside me, or if they are nothing at all, is the dilemma of my story - magic or madness? But who am I to answer this question?
Price tag for ...? Size M - $ 65.
Instead of driving home after Tynte Street I decided to check out Melbourne Street. (Not in Queenstown New Zealand, at the beginning of this chapter, but North Adelaide). My strange observations, leading to strange, often far fetched connections, continued. Was I again led by this Spirit, who dwells inside me, to walk the path, prepared for me? Or was I deluded?
During the few minutes drive to Melbourne Street there was a job to be done.
No, it wasn't anything to do with six registration plates. Rather a vehicle, parked on Kingston Terrace had lost its silver sun reflector. It had blown off and lay on the ground in front of the vehicle. It surely would blow away further, forever lost to its owner and littering the environment. I parked my vehicle and fixed the problem, nothing lost.
Driving away I got a glimpse of the registration plate of the small sedan. As much as I'd like to ignore vehicle rego numbers, they have played a big part of my story. The next few paragraphs include some plates. (I will slightly change them, as to not show up individuals).
The vehicle whose sunshade had fallen off was ...391. Within seconds, after turning one corner, I spotted a registration plate with only one letter and three digits - C 291.
In Melbourne Street, opposite The Store (a Cafe/Restaurant) I found a one hour park, right behind vehicle XNA 024. At the western end, as I walked through Melbourne Street, was a similarly interesting vehicle, registration number XNJ 010. Here is the fun:
NJ - NA = JA (Yes) N.
1024 = 4x4x4x4x4.
Writing down all my numbers magic, as you know, creates more on its own. As I was writing my diary, on that eventful March 2nd, in the background on TV was Channel Nine's A Current Affair. (Remember, Channel Nine is located in Tynte Street, where I had walked by that day for the first time in many months).
I know the following will sound repetitive, but IT produced a double portion. As I was writing the word started into my diary's page, it was spoken exactly that same second on A Current Affair (...an architect started...) Minutes later, still 'A Current Affair', still writing my diary for 2/3, it happened again: This time the word believe was spoken simultaneously.
This second time there was a twist inside the twist. I had just written in my diary: ...he harbours anger (note anger) against religion and God, does not believe ...
The twist this time was the name of the person, who spoke the word believe on TV - Angry Anderson, a rock-'n-roll star, who regularly appeared on the Channel Nine program.
Anyone suggesting I should stop writing diary, I liken to the person, who stops listening to the weather forecast. Perhaps the weather will turn out better that way?
To not document the magic I see may make life easier, but what achievement is there in living life on easy street? (At the end of the chapter you will read about the street I live on).
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Advertisement in the Advertiser's - SA Weekend 6.3.10, Page 3.
'our low prices feel right at home'
The total of above prices add to $ 126. Feeling right at home...
... at No. 1/26 ... or 24 ... or 102 ... or 201, perhaps?
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The front page of the Advertiser's SA-Weekend magazine features very prominently a lady named Isobel; same name as my wife, different lady. The headline under her picture reads: The remarkable rise of Isobel Redmond. When I contemplated the sudden prominence the media exposed the Liberal during the current election campaign, I started to think - why?
Isobel Redmond, the unpretentious Adelaide Hills lawyer, cum politician, received a mention as far back as Book 1 (Chapter 51) in my writing. Earlier in this book, in Chapter 2, I had mentioned her, calling for the establishment for an ICAC, an Independent Commission Against Corruption. I had wondered at the time, why the *want-to-be Premier would say: "I am not saying there is corruption in this state, but ... we need an ICAC?
The Liberal Party has adopted a policy of establishing an ICAC within 100 days of winning the election! Why the Liberal Party has not taken a far stronger step and exposed the present inaction in the Liddy case etc is beyond my understanding.
I will give Isobel my vote, not because I endorse her present stand, but in the hope that she replaces our current Labor Government. From what I have observed of Mr. Rann, he is a master in spin, making himself and his cronies look good by telling the people what they like to hear.
Isobel's Hands - SA Weekend Magazine 6.3.10
Photo: (Selection) by Matt Turner
I ask Mr. Rann and his Attorney-General Mr. Atkinson: If there is illegal activity going on within a motorcycle Club, why did you not use the normal powers, under existing laws, to investigate crime, and bring individuals to justice, instead of simply banning a club? Just making laws to ban a club is not bringing justice. If crime has been committed, and/or is still being committed, it must be dealt with!
Our government is obsessed with hoon drivers and motorcycle clubs, yet a serious issue, literally a matter of life and death is being stonewalled - by both Labor and Liberals.
Australia's national shame, the killing of the unborn, which happens by the thousands every year, seldom makes it into the headlines. The barbaric practice happens in secret, behind blood-stained hospital walls. It is carried out by sad doctors, who should earn their paycheques for preserving life, not snuffing it out on request.
One brave candidate will receive my vote in the Upper House - Trevor Grace. He is one, who together with his wife, exposes this shameful, unscrupulous mass killing of helpless human beings. Their website abortsa.com tells it rather graphic, with brutal honesty.
Millions around the world have embraced global warming, the inconvenient truth, spread by Al Gore with religious fervour. Tell the same people the inconvenient truth about Government sanctioned (and funded) killing of unborn life, many turn away or get angry.
On the ABC TV 7PM News on 9/3/10 it was reported that Trevor had received death threats. What's new? The only option a morally bankrupt, spiritually lost society has is to shoot the messenger, kill the prophet.
Welcome to a new era - the last days!
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On Feb 28 (a date I see as 228) I had occasion to sent a rare email to the Readers Digest Magazine. My path had crossed an article in their February 2010 edition. Jerome Burne reported on how modern times are calling for a different kind of brainpower altogether. This subject took my interest in an instant.
My differently wired brain noticed that following the article (on Page 69) the magazine asks: Who do you trust? The editor wants readers to suggest, who should be included in the list of Australia's most trusted. A few previous trustworthy Australians are shown on that page, e.g. Cate Blanchett and Hugh Jackman.
With all due respect, I do trust Hugh and Cate, but when would I ever have occasion to test my trust in these two famous, popular Australian actors? If I'd sent them a letter, asking for a few hundred Dollars for ... saving unborn babies, perhaps, or whatever ... would my trust in them transfer a few hundred Dollars from their bank account into mine?
A most-trusted list could at best gauge what picture we have in our minds of certain individuals. This is largely shaped by the way the media has informed us about these people, unless you are lucky enough to personally know them. (In a moment an interesting example, how an individual was treated by the media, read on).
When I send an email, I usually start with 'Hi all', unless it's to a personal friend. In an email* on that last day of February 2010 I had some fun with 2 anagrams of Hi all - Hilla and Halli.
In the email to Readers Digest I wanted to demonstrate (call it show-off, if you must) how my weird-wired brain thinks. But mainly I wanted to tell the editor, in whom I trust:
My brain teasers must be driving people crazy. On the ABC TV's First Tuesday Book Club appeared a famous author. The host Jennifer Byrne casually mentioned a book she had picked up in a small town in New Zealand, as I understood the story. Virtually nothing was said about the book, except its title - a boring four-letter word: FADE.
What did I see, or hear that resulted in a brain-teaser? It was an anagram (note the word) of FADE - DEAF. Minus e Fade becomes fad. Were anagrams the latest fad?
Chewing it over for two days, on 4/3/10 I sent a brief email to the author, using the word fade and deaf. The result was this delightful email exchange:
I hear you ask: "Who are Marg and Ana?" So did the writer I had sent the email to. She emailed back the same evening:
The quick personal response by this celebrity author
surprised me. It also embarrassed me a little. I knew neither a Marg nor an Ana. I emailed back
The quick personal response by this celebrity author surprised me. It also embarrassed me a little. I knew neither a Marg nor an Ana. I emailed back immediately:
This answer came, again rather quickly:
The next day I was sipping a cappuccino at Glenelg's McCafe. I had ordered a small one, because it cost $ 3.15 and the digits 315 were those of that day's date - March 5, 10. As I was having my coffee I flicked through the Advertiser Newspaper and to my surprise - the lady, who I had never met, and emailed for the very first time the evening before, had her photo in the paper. That day was her bithday (sic).
That same afternoon, cycling on my Giant as usual, I visited the City. It was writer's week. Sitting in the East Tent (not in tent 2) I listened to three famous Australian authors discussing the theme: Criminal Intent 2. Not only the title drew me there, it was also the starting time: 3.15 PM. That's why!
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Readers Digest (New Zealand) Sept. 09 - Page 30
Medical Update pages - Advances in diabetes.
Why did the editor of RD magazine choose such a strange bicycle?
As if my numbers awareness were at a peak after uploading a chapter, it came on February 25th. What amazes me is that I don't need to try, to calculate, to search out any numbers magic. It just comes! (Maybe, I am a clever bastard? But why am I not rich then?)
It was Thursday. The previous day I had uploaded Chapter 11. It was my day, where I am on duty as a volunteer driver with the aged German Community. Usually I park, without any problems, in a 2-hour zone somewhere around Adelaide's East End. That day all 2-hour spots were filled. So I went a little further a field and found a 3 hour park. How well did that match the location - outside No. 196? Don't you love it?
But it got better. While the elderly German ladies enjoyed their coffee and cake I slipped out to pay a quick visit to the courts. I found a 1 hour park right by the recently erected statue of Mary MacKillop. No magic numbers yet, only two things to report:
During that Thursday's brief whistle stop in downtown Adelaide I enquired at the courts across Victoria Square, when the verdict in the McGee trial would be brought down. The trial had concluded the day before. It was reported on the news that Judge Herriman had reserved his decision. The McGee Brothers are now awaiting their fate, jail or no jail.
A quick look in the Australian Newspaper in the City Library drew me to an article by Tony Fitzgerald. Now retired, he had headed a Royal Commission into corruption in Queensland some 20 years ago. Written on the occasion of the release of his book, The Fitzgerald Legacy: Reforming Public Life in Australia and Beyond, the article states:
So that's the stumbling block, the whatever-it-takes culture! In South Australia did it take the removal of a senior magistrate, who had jailed corrupt police and drug dealers?
Did it take the mysterious disappearances of a few people, who knew too much? The names Steve Williams comes to mind, the Gypsy Joker, no joke, who was about to blow the lid on corruption in our State. He disappeared before being able to do so.
As I was driving off in my Suzuki to return to the German Club I distinctly recall a flash of a thought, which made me change plans. I was going to turn left at St.Xavier's Cathedral to return the shortest distance to the Club, but instead drove straight ahead.
I was driving in the opposite direction, west on Grote Street, because I had pictured myself driving down Gouger Steet. I had no reason to do so, but I did it, virtually circling the Adelaide Central Market. Looking up on the southern side of the Adelaide's Central Market for the first time, I noticed a clock.
The clock was digital. The time was displayed in large, red numbers (Some small, red numbers later in the chapter). I could hardly believe that the first time I was passing this clock it displayed the numbers I associate with an incident at these markets - 158. (Magic story re: 158 - Summary to Oct. 05)
The time was two minutes to two!
Often I wondered, why this amazing tomato story comes up so frequently in my chapters. The reason could be in the word tomato: The two letters AM between TO (on cross).
The great I AM between two crosses!
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To understand my excitement, please take a look what I had written about our then Federal Member of Parliament. In Book 2, Chapter 41 I had cast serious doubt about a sensational story in the newspapers and other media. It was splashed across many front-pages of major newspapers in Australia and beyond.
Knowing the lady personally at the time I had wondered, if the newspapers really could just make up stories, print whatever suits their particular spin, and gets away with anything. The average citizen never questions it.
Here is an excerpt of my chapter, where a Liberal party member had told me what allegedly had happened to Trish Draper, the Federal Member for Makin.
Take a look at the bombshell news item, on page 3 of the Advertiser today (11.3.10):
Can you believe it? How can a newspaper be so specific and allege that a Member of Federal Parliament had threatened and pressured business executives, in a meeting that never happened? Whoever told lies about Trish ought to be made responsible, before a magistrate in court, if possible. The case looks just like an attempt at character assassination. This is what I had called it in my Book 2, Chapter 41. Why this apology transpired after nearly four years is a mystery. There must have been dealings going on, behind the scenes, which we were not told about, unless I missed it.
Trish Draper has since resigned from Parliament in Canberra. She is now standing for the state seat of Newland, the one I used to be President at, when I was a member of the Liberal Party. In just over a week we shall see, which party is elected to form Government! I don't care any longer who, even if it's the 'left-handed electricians' party, as long as their Members of Parliament stand for the truth and love justice!
How can a newspaper reporter live with the fact that a possibly innocent man is lingering day-in and day out in a hell-hole, because of his sloppy (or purposely constructed) misreporting? The day of reckoning is coming, with vengeance!
Repent and turn to God, while there is still time!
The great I AM is willing to forgive anyone, who confesses their need of God. Those who do, will first repent of the wrong they did (it's called sin) then turn their whole life around, starting a new adventure with a new attitude toward God. This attitude is: Lord I really need YOU and your son Jesus. I need YOUR Holy Spirit to help me live my life each day, the way YOU want me to live it.
Why Jesus? He's IT.
How I wished that all would C.
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Street names - Para Hills
All you need is a C and the two names Goodall / Kimba to create this anagram:
ALL GOOD IM BACK.
Many anti-God campaigners, no doubt, dismiss my writing as that of a crazy mind. One name comes to mind, that of anti-God guru, author and atheist-general, Richard Dawkins.
The gentleman is touring Australia at the present time (early March 2010). During two television appearances he asserted his firm belief that there is no God. He also asserts that the world is at least *4.16 billion years old. Mr. Dawkins claims that he wants truth, virtually saying that all who believe in God are deceiving themselves. As I understand from the title of Richard Dawkins' popular book, he believes God is a delusion in the minds of any religious believer.
Since I don't have the luxury of airing my views on TV, may I state the case against Mr. Dawkins arguments here:
The scientific claim, never call it proof, that the earth is 4.16 billion years old is at best a theory. No matter how clever scientists are, how can anyone show proof, what went on 4,160,000,000 years ago and allegedly is still going on today? Was Mr. Dawkins there?
To say that it all evolved, that there is no intelligent force behind it, who designed and controls it all, just does not make sense! Nothing just evolves! An explosion is destructive, not orderly and creative! Even if all pieces were falling into place, who controls the processes after the magical creation-explosion?
Richard Dawkins said on the SBS's Dateline program that Christians are obsessed with sin. He obviously denies the existence of a conscience, which plagues us, after sinning. Hence the atheistic propaganda, displayed so offensively on London's buses: There is probably no God, now stop worrying and enjoy your life. (What a dangerous use of the word - probably!)
Humans can have fun without God, sure. Some live by the paradigm - if it feels good do it. But what about the next morning, when the headache calls for a bottle or pill or drug to dull the pain? Consider the many ruined lives, who rejected God's ways? Regarding sin as an invention by religious fanatics, then doing what feels good without thinking of the consequences, is a sure recipe for disaster.
Why is the Dawkins theory so popular? As I see it, denying the existence of sin, and subsequently God's judgment of right and wrong, minimizes guilt. If there is no right and wrong and/or no God, who sees all that you do, why worry? But why then do we have any laws?
Can any society exist without a solid foundation of rules? Without strict guideline, set rules, there would be chaos on our roads! So who should decide the rules of society? Why not a law that says - if you fail to lock up your house, I have a right to take your property, if I need it?
Mr. Dawkins, trust me, there is a God. HE made the rules, telling us right from wrong. Parents must teach their children right from wrong!
How foolish to argue, as you do: a child should not be taught any religion! They should decide for themselves when they are old enough. Even the Communist Party is not that naive. Their slogan (as I recall): Give us a child until the age of five and they always will be communist.
As much as I respect Mr. Dawkins' belief, I can only make sense in what he does, the enthusiasm he can muster to spread his message by looking at it this way: Mr. Dawkins makes a good living, selling his books, travelling the world, promoting them while basking in the media's spotlight wherever he goes.
Of all sins men can commit, Jesus was very specific about this one: Leading young lives astray, stealing their child-like faith. Mr. Dawkins has committed this sin.
Sir, repent! Turn to God and let HIM teach you how to enjoy life to the full. Without Jesus you never really will.
On the SBS TV's Dateline I posted this comment on 11/3/10 - 17.22 PM.
On two fronts I do agree with Mr. Dawkins. He was saying, as I understood him, that one day scientists will discover a force that is so much larger and spectacular, than any human mind can ever imagine.
The bible put it that way:
The other point I agree with Mr. Dawkins - his passion to find the truth. It he were fair dinkum, as we say in Australia, he will find it.