27. Australia - gird by C J
Waking at 4 AM in the middle of the Southern winter, is early. That's when I rose on Sunday morning, July 19th, the day of writing. Most Sundays I catch at least part of the regular free-to-air religious television broadcasts. I have not used an alarm in years, but trusted God to wake me, whenever.
Two half-hour programs featured as usual: Bayless Conley's Answers BC and Michael Youssef's Leading The Way. Both speakers preached a practical message from the pulpits of their home churches. Bayless in Los Angeles, California and Michael in Atlanta, Georgia. Just as I wrote this I realized that I had heard both these international speakers in Adelaide in recent years.
Watching the screen, almost half-asleep, I noticed something unusual. The platforms of both churches were raised six steps from the level of the congregation. In both churches these steps also are arranged in a half-moon shape, and stretch almost across the width of the auditorium.
After the next program, the Hour of Power which also held some magic (read on), I made a point of watching very closely the 6 am religious broadcast from the Adelaide church we used to attend in the suburb of Paradise. Some years ago, I recall, their platform was also rebuilt into a stairway of steps, also half-moon shaped, to facilitate easy access to the pulpit. Unfortunately, the cameras didn't pick up their steps closely to count, if there were also six steps.
A thought dropped into my mind: Six steps, six godly attitudes, raise a person up from the ordinary, seven levels higher. In Book 1, Chapter 26 I had discovered remarkable parallels between six attitudes of road safety and six godly attitudes to live by.
During the Hour of Power a young man, David Phelps, sang the lovely old song His eye is on the sparrow. In the peace and quiet of early Sunday morning television, definitely no interruptions, it reminded me that our God is never asleep, but always there watching us.
Four hours later I experienced this in a most wonderful way.
Before church normally other family members prefer to watch the television. That morning, around 9am, I was on my own and decided to write my diary as I listened to some background music. I selected a CD at random from the box of Christian music. Busy writing my diary, I suddenly heard a male voice sing:
His eye is on the sparrow
O yes, to many it's nothing, just co-incidence. In my mind there is no doubt, I bet a $ 6.00 bowl of fried rice on it, God was watching, telling me: I am here, I love you. I did this, just for you!
I had not played this CD in many months, even years, perhaps? It touched my spirit to the point that I stopped writing my diary to check the CD cover, who the artist is. I didn't find the name, but instead something else came out, my specialty - a number. I don't think I have written about these digits for a while, but that morning 1 6 9 3 were in that CD. Take a look:
CD Cover - 16 Great Hymns - DAYWIND, Hendersonville TN
I’d rather be His than have riches untold;
I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands;
I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand.
I’d rather have Jesus than men’s
He’s sweeter than honey from out the comb;
He’s all that my hungering spirit needs;
I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead.
Another 1 3 6 9 incident alerted my mind later that same evening, on July 19th 09, during a television program. Please nobody think that I purposely searched out numbers for something to write about into my diary and/or autobiography. The time had long passed that I tried to tell family or friends (do people still have friends...?) about my numbers incidences. Neither do I email the media as much with the magic I see every day around me. I certainly told nobody about the above.
Just before the 7 PM ABC TV News The Einstein Factor, a Quiz Show with Peter Berner, was broadcast. This question came up:
Candidates had three choices: A 13. B. 16 C. 19.
The correct answer (C) matched the day - the 19th.
(Just on typing I noticed - if we lent them the C7* (see July), 13 plus 16 do the rest to give us the whole date - 19.7.2009.
(*700 - This came up in the last chapter).
The month before writing this chapter was June 09. On the 13th day the above number 1369 was the date. A very early morning jaunt on TV, and on the internet, took me to two towns in the US. I touched base many times, via email, with various places around the world, after seeing them featured on TV. Why not? The internet is such a great expander of the mind, a teacher at your fingertips.
The two places I touched on that morning were Stockton CA and Cleveland OH.
In the news that morning was a lovely, intelligent young lady. Miss California had been stripped of her title, after winning the crown a few months earlier. The reason given was 'not fulfilling her obligations' as Miss California. The real reason, as if a blind mute could not see through it, the brave young lady, had given an honest answer about her view on marriage.
Obviously brought up by sensible, god-fearing parents Miss California had answered a question by a judge, a marriage should be between a man and a women. Somebody with influence in the gay lobby must have taken offense, because she immediately was attacked as being anti-gay.
Our 'enlightened' society loves to ridicule and sideline those, who stand up for traditional, God given principles and values that will never change, no matter how trendy they may sound. Who is truly enlightened?
Friends, be vigilant. We are not heading toward Sodom and Gomorrah, we are living in it right now!
Writing my previous chapter I had considered showing the page, where I had seen the word money, with a slight mark in the letter O. Trusting that readers will take my word, without scanning the page, I did not do it. A few days later things changed, new discoveries. The mark on the right hand side (page 135) was reflected also on page 134, obviously caused when printed in 1957.
Why am I showing it now? Not because I doubt the trust between my readers and what I write, but a word - nodded.
The reason I am telling this story, the word nodded popped up again around the same time. No, I was not searching for the word. I had grabbed a two year-old Reader's Digest Magazine as I was rushing out the door. I remembered to take something to read on a 1 1/2 hour train journey. When I saw the word nodded on page 84, I recalled seeing it in Jim Bishop's book on page 134.
Actually, not just the word nodded, but two drop-letters, A and I, on pages 84 and 85 took my fancy ... (Hey, I just noticed, it adds to 169 - 69 won. For an amazing 96 discovery - read on).
Reader's Digest Magazine, July 07, Page 84.
... nodded was the first word on the page, besides the text under the photo.
Article: lifeline - Author: Terri Adams - Drop-letter: A I.
ALI is HU, a N-star!
Maybe my wife is right - I see too much?
Was it a mistake or just aviation talk? During a radio broadcast on the BBC, the day after publishing the previous chapter, a transport expert was interviewed regarding the aircraft, which had taken off from Rio. It had disappeared mysteriously over the Atlantic a few hours into the flight.
The expert, Tom Symons, (Mr. Ysman) did not sound so wise when he said at least twice: "When the plane hit the ground..."
Well, the plane didn't hit the ground. Water can hardly be described as ground. The unwise Mr. Wiseman stimulated my creative brain into emailing the BBC, London.
Later that same Friday, July 3rd, a day after uploading the previous chapter, I made my debut as radio entertainer, singing live on Adelaide's ABC 891 Mornings program.
My brain must have been stimulated from the early morning media monitoring. I totally had forgotten that the radio hosts, only a few weeks before, had cut me off, after I had been criticizing our Police Commissioner on air.
On Fridays the 891 Morning Show runs a competition. Listeners are encouraged to phone in with their stories etc. That day the challenge was to think of a song you used to sing on the bus, and to sing it on air. If they had meant school bus, I had misunderstood, which would have excluded me. I never caught buses to school.
As soon as the presenter on radio had challenged listeners about a song, one popped into my head immediately, a German folk-song, titled Berg-vagabunden. Every German of my age would know this song. We used to sing it on the bus, looking forward to a great day's hiking in the beautiful mountains of the German Alps.
It took some courage to phone that Friday morning. I don't know what came over me. Why would anyone make a fool of themselves on radio, singing a song for nothing. The only reward would be the usual, often cynical comment, days later: "That was you on the radio, wasn't it?
There is only one fear greater than that of public speaking, public singing. I did it anyway.
Since I was not whistle-blowing, I was not cut-off this time. I was the second caller on air, from memory, as I joined the elite group of humans, who ever sang a song during a live radio broadcast and survived to tell the tale on their blog.
I didn't win the competition, nor did my inbox fill up with offers from record companies. However, only as I thought about it during the rest of the morning, did I realize, how this song expressed perfectly my position and feeling of my adventurous journey.
In the few moments on air I only sang the first two lines, in German, which I translated for listeners:
*The caller immediately after me, before singing his song, made a comment, which made me think: Did he know of my journey? His first words were: "Today you probably would be arrested, if you have any passion and sing about it on the bus".
Tired writing this chapter all day, I decided to go back and read some of my previous chapters. I picked just any chapter. I landed on Chapter 21 of Book 6, a rather interesting chapter, full of whistle blowing and crime-exposure. I had emailed a crime-fighter in Canada, with a name that suits, Mr. True (Wahrer).
I also had seen the funny side in a newspaper article, where a policeman had to interrupt his surveillance of a suspect suicide bomber to relieve himself (BRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRL...brlbrl.....brl..brl...dribble .dribble!
The same second as I was reading this humorous bit, down the hall came a noise - exactly that noise. My son, nearly 20, still has the habit of aiming right into the center of the bowl. Children love that noise; but a 20 year old?
I just smiled to myself, both at the policeman in the UK newspaper article, and the noise that came down the hall in such precise timing ...
Only an hour or so earlier Jon and I had a little encounter. No, I tell it as it was, we had an argument. Since the above Chapter (Bk. 6, 21) ended in a number, the digits we were arguing about, I must tell the story.
We had received our home telephone account. Somebody had phoned a certain mobile phone number a few times for only seconds, but it cost us 57 or 58 cents each time.
Jon immediately pointed the finger at me. We all checked our mobile phones to see, whose phone number it was that incurred 58 cents for 2 seconds, at total of $ 5.16 for 80 seconds. It was Jon.
Note the phone number on the far left ...410517.
I remembered this number an hour later, as I was reading this:
There they were, the same digits, only a 4 left over. Thinking it through, I knew what the four represents. It wasn't the powerful number 4, which dominated chapter 1 of Book 6 (4 more months). I had found a more suitable use for number 4.
David faced his giant with 5 stones in his sling. One killed Goliath. There were 4 still at David's disposal. Did you know what happened to those remaining four, power-charged rocks? They are on display at the Rock-fellow Museum in NY. (Or did I just make that up?)
How my brain finds material to link, all kinds - in the bible, in magazines, on TV or radio - I do not know. It just isso. During a weekend in July it was sport, which my alert, not tense, brain picked on. On the weekend of July 11 and 12 a strange ... (Hey, I just see how 13 fits in)... series of events, surrounding the number 13 came about. When I say 13, it also included 130.
Mark Webber, the Australian Formula 1 motor-racing champion, won his first ever Formula One race that weekend. It was his 130th race of his career. Not only that, but it was on Germany's famous motor-racing circuit, the Nürburgring.
The other remarkable sport result on 11.7 was the well-timed 117-points win by the Adelaide Crows Football Team. They absolutely butchered their opposition, Fremantle. The final score was 130 to 13. (Note the digits 1, 7, 3).
But there was more 13 waiting to be picked up that weekend. On the afternoon of Sunday 12 I suffered the humility of a flat tyre on my bicycle. It was my own fault, a lesson learned the hard way, or should I say soft; that's what a tyre feels when flat. I had inserted an old tube for extra protection against nails and thorns etc. This only works, so I learned, in normal tyres, not in the high-pressure types.
Walking my bicycle along the Port River Expressway, before being picked up by my son, I wondered, why on earth did this happen to me, three punctures in a few weeks?
There were lots of bits and pieces beside the freeway, stuff which had fallen off trucks, or trash that careless passengers had chucked out of the window.
I was neither picking up anything, nor or looking for codes and numbers. I had outgrown this habit (two weeks earlier). Or had I? A shiny chrome-spanner looked a useable tool, no matter what condition. I couldn't just leave it there. When I saw the size, the number 13, I thought how well timed my find was. But was there more?
Tool with a message? Chrome ring-spanner, 13 mm, TTI CS713
Not only did I see too much, I also heard too much. Two days later, the date was 14/7, I woke early and listened to the radio. Because I just had bought earphones to use in bed, I switched to the FM frequency, which I seldom did at the time.
On one station, I later found out it was MMM-FM, I listened to a segment, broadcast from Adelaide's Rundle Mall ... (What good timing again; in a few hours I had planned to be there, first time in a few months) .... A young journalist from the station asked people in Rundle Mall, if they found 'Snug' sexy. I had not idea what or who Snug was, but decided to email the station, telling them how overrated the word sexy was.
After I had sent this very rare email my brain seemed to recall numbers and questioned: Is not their frequency ...? It was. Then it came, I had touched base with 104.7 on 14.7 without realizing at first.
That morning I had overheard on another radio station in far away Melbourne (very faintly) that a lady had been appointed as the new world-leader of the 'future'. I didn't grasp the full details, only that there is an organization which, according to this lady, does not so much predict the future, rather make forecasts ...whatever they had in mind to do with the future?
It must have been the day for futurists. That evening on his quiz show Millionaire, TV Quiz-master Eddie had a contestant, who was also into futures. During the contestant's brief introduction on the show, the gentleman sounded just like the future's lady that morning. I heard him say: "We are not into predicting the future ..."
Spelling error - an.other one discovered
Text: Liz's association with the Navy has been an extensive.
Either an too many, or ONE is missing!
Love it! A n won, via a real extensive association, headed by ...
The three letters MMM, which woke me on July 14, the French National Day, led to another weird, wonderful, strangely linked series of discoveries, which kept unfolding until the day of writing. MMM does not stand for Monsieur, Madame and Mademoiselle. Rather they are three towns in Queensland, all starting with M.
I was casually browsing the Discover Australia Motorist's guide, printed in 1997. The cold July weather in Adelaide made my mind wander up the East coast of Australia, contemplating perhaps another bicycle trip? Instead of riding south, which I did in November 08, I could be heading north from Brisbane?
My useful Motoring Guide not only showed road maps, but described towns and villages, and gave a little history and explained landmarks. The size of the population for each place was also given. I can't recall which place I discovered first, but without even thinking numbers I saw that 24 000 was listed as the population of three towns; all start with the letter M.
"That's strange", I thought, "only this morning I came across 3 M, Triple-M FM Radio.
I continued the geographical expansion of my knowledge of Australia to find only one other place, which had 24 000 population, Gladstone with a G. These 4 were the only towns among the 126 listed for Queensland that had 24 000 population.
Further up the coast I read about a town called Townsville. It showed 96 000 pop. I checked, it was the only place listed in Queensland with this number of people. The mathematics worked out perfectly.
Still bemused about my discovery, I was only a few minutes later listening to the 4 PM ABC 891 News. One of the first items was regarding the annual running race in Stawell, Victoria, the Stawell Gift. Organizers were considering moving the event to Ballarat, because the previous race incurred a loss of - $ 96 000.
But there was more, more numbers; postcodes to be precise.
Discover Australia - Random House Motoring Guide, 1997.
Three Queensland towns ...
Maroochydore Maryborough Mount Isa
... plus Gladstone, also population 24 000
= Townsville - 96 000.
A bumper sticker at the back of my driving school vehicle used to read: God loves Learner Drivers. Maybe it should have added, especially Australian ones.
In the first part of 2009, as a favour for a friend, I took his son for regular lessons Saturday mornings. To me even the mundane decision, what shall I teach this young man, where should our lesson take us today, became part of my prayer. Every hour of each day belongs to God.
One particular Saturday, as I contemplated our lesson, it came to me that we had not practiced entering and leaving a freeway. The best road to practice this was the Expressway from Mawson Lakes, driving west toward the Gulf of St. Vincent.
This brought us to Port Adelaide, where I told my client to buy some food. He had not had breakfast, which was not conducive to learning. While waiting I had a chat with a man, Bruno, who asked me for a bit of change. He looked as if he had slept on the street that night, so he appreciated my donation.
Bruno assured me he believes in God, as did many homeless I have spoken to over the years. What puzzles me, why don't people go that step further, from simply believing there is a God who wants to work miracles in their lives? Why did Bruno not launch his own adventure with God, so he would not have to beg strangers for money?
Everybody who takes this first step, a conscious, determined surrender to this God most say they believe in, will turn a ruined life around. Even a ruined life like that of Bruno, God wants to use to show how HE can work magic, if the person is willing to let HIM. Of course, people may still need, and should use practical help from organisations, such as the Salvation Army or AA.
But for a permanent change, first and foremost, all need to take God more seriously and intimately.
The letters AA in a little unplanned twist, appeared on a large poster I had noticed somewhere that morning. Radio 5 AA was broadcasting from the nearby Birkenhead Tavern. While Michael was having his breakfast in the car, I enjoyed a coffee on the verandah of the popular Hotel, where the crew had set up their equipment.
The poster had said that Michelangelo R (ICU), the sports journalist for the Advertiser Newspaper would be present. But Michelangelo ...
... the sports journo was not there. I would have liked to have a little chat, if he remembered our driving lessons from over 20 years earlier. He had lived in nearby Alberton, and was already a sports journalist with the Advertiser. What a dream job!
Plus, unlike proceedings in a court room, how could a reporter say that team A scored one goal, when 51 000 spectators witnessed two goals being scored? And when the same result matched the report in the newspaper the next day, it must be true.
The best time for every hard working sports journalist comes every two years, when all meet up in a foreign, sometimes exotic, location. All expenses are paid for when M. has to travel to the Football World Cup or the country, where the Olympics are held. (If you are reading this M, and do not want go to South Africa next year, I am available to take your place, seriously!)
Exactly a week later my learner friend Michael again had a driving lesson. Driving to pick up Michael I had a strangely timed experience, which again would take me to an outside broadcast of the same Radio Station, 5 AA. My Suzuki's radio happened to be tuned to their frequency 1395 ...
... when I heard that again that another outside broadcast was taking place that Saturday morning. This time 5AA was broadcasting from a Shopping Complex, which held its grand opening. Since it was within easy reach, and I was giving this driving practice free-of-charge, it would be no problem driving there.
Is this where you want us to drive to, Lord? I referred the thought to my Heavenly Father.
Moments later I received assurance that indeed, I was meant to go to the event at Gepps Cross. The message came in a typical, strangely timed twist, out of the radio. A gentleman during the gardening program spoke about trees. I heard him say; "A good example of .... is George Street, Norwood. Take a look, when you get the chance."
A second later, maybe two, to my left I read the name of the side road I was driving past - George Avenue. (It runs off Morris Drive, Valley View). That's why Michael practiced angle parking at the new Shopping Complex at Gepps Cross that day, 20 June 09.
After a few minutes parking practice I felt to not go and check out the radio broadcast. It may sound strange, since this is where I believed to have been led to. But that's how it was.
Our lesson continued by turning right, back onto Main North Road. It was near a spot, where for many years I used to do lots of parallel parking with my learner drivers. Michael needed practice parallel parking also. (Angle parking practice is done between white lines in a car park, parallel parking alongside a kerb, between two poles).
Much later I looked up the name of the wide road, where we practiced parallel parking - Terama Street. Even before I had put up the poles, I saw a group of men, perhaps 1/2 dozen, standing near the dressing room of the sports field. A nearby sandwich board indicated what kind of event was in progress. The local Members of Parliament were holding a street corner meeting. This is a popular way for politicians to meet with the voters in their neighbourhood.
After the parking practice I told Michael to wait for me for a few minutes, while I say hello to the group of people. The first handshake was with Mr. ... No need to mention names. AlI I can say friends, God works in mysterious ways. He can lead us to places, just when and where HE wants us to be.
On the eight's day God created - German Shepherds
A L WON + N & T 1 GK
... grown by nature
How ironic, I just saw the colours - Australia's Surf Life Saving Association ...
The letters MMM could also stand for Murder, Mystery and Miracles, the title of my never finished novel. I started to write it seven years ago, but commenced this auto-biography instead.
A few days before writing this chapter a murder was reported in Adelaide. It made me sit up and take special notice, since the victim was a man I had written about in Book 6, Chapter 17:
John Mountford was reported murdered in Tripoli, Libya. He had left Australia in 2007, after charges of sexual abuse against him were dropped. The man, allegedly sexually abused in 1992, was now too sick to go ahead with the case. The case was settled for a record amount of money - 500 000 Dollars, according to news reports.
Reading press reports online I saw many similarities to the Liddy case, not the least the time-lapse, between offense and charges laid. I could hardly believe the amount granted to the alleged victim, who at the time of writing, remains the only accuser (to the best of my knowledge). The school had sent out 10 000 letters to former student for anybody to come forward, if abuse took place.
On the ABC TV News a few days ago, during writing this chapter, it was reported that there is a possibility of two more, but is is unlikely that further charges will be laid.
It was surprising how quickly the motive for Mountford's stabbing murder was identified and reported. Mountford had started an English language school in Libya and was doing quite well. An associate here in Adelaide told the media that Mountford had paid money to a person, who had blackmailed him, threatening to reveal his identity. When Mountford refused to pay more money, the man alleged, he was stabbed to death.
Whatever the reason the alleged offender got murdered, my mind asked a few questions. In Book 6 I already asked the same question everybody asked: "Why was Mountford, a confessed homosexual, allowed to become chaplain at this elite, private boy's school?
A further question about this case surfaced after the alleged perpetrator was murdered: If the maximum compensation for child sex abuse is $ 50 000, why was the school so quick to fork out ten times this amount?
In an email to the head-master of the school involved I asked more questions. I also drew attention to three other unfortunate men, who found themselves in similar circumstances. One was proven innocent, the other I am fighting for and the third case you will read about in a moment.
Mr. G gave me the courtesy of a reply. He pointed out that I was making assumptions without knowing the complete story. This is true, since my opinion in this matter is entirely based on media reporting. If the Liddy case is anything to go by, the people of Adelaide certainly don't know the full story.
I ask, what happened after Mountford was dismissed? Fifteen years without any action? Somewhere I read that pedophiles can't help themselves, they keep offending. What then did Mr. Mountford do, or not do, after 1992? What did Mr. Liddy do, or not do, between 1986 and 1999?
How did the press come to know the alleged compensation payout to the victim? In the letter to the Advertiser Mr. G. mentions a confidential settlement. In a news item on 21/9 Adelaide Now quotes Mr. Mountford as having said: "The case cost me my life saving."
Another question has been on my mind, one which applies in the latest developments in the Liddy case, which also would be relevant, if more Mountford victims would come forward: What happens to compensation to victims, if the accuser is dead, or as is alleged by those trying to throw more charges at Peter Liddy, when the offender is too ill to go through a court case? It would not be fair, if some get compensation, but bad luck, if the offender is too sick to come to court?
Read the unbelievable case of Father Gordon MacRae, whose case is even worse in terms of length of prison sentence, than that of Peter Liddy. It answers my question simply - money was literally dished out to alleged victims - no questions asked. (Read on).
The case against Father Gordon MacRae beggars believe. If the extensive material on the Father's supporter's website is true, and I can't find a reason why it should not be, there is a hidden epidemic, which spread around the world, worse than the 'fuel wins' virus.
Please, all those who hate Mr. Liddy, or believe everything written about him in the newspaper, read about this case, including the personal message from the unfortunate Father's prison cell. Perhaps, many of you won't be so quick in condemning, next time you read a sensational newspaper headline about another priest or magistrate charged with abuse.
(Would somebody reading this, close to Mr. Cappo at St. Xavier's, Adelaide, draw his attention to this case, please!)
That's how it started. There was nothing but a young, attention seeking boy, who told stories about three different men, to get the attention he craved for. More than fifteen years later, from his prison cell, Father MacRae posted the following message to his followers.
The most incredible aspect, proof that indeed the man is innocent, is his knowledge that a simple lie, would have set him free 13 years earlier:
The strength of this man's faith in inspiring. He rather suffers in prison than betray HIS God by telling lies. Did you notice the amazing parallel to the case I have been writing about ? "...the finest Christian literature comes from believers who were Unjustly imprisoned."
I also noticed this tendency toward possible martyrdom in Mr. Liddy. Is he willing to accept his fate, finding consolation in sacrificing his freedom to bring about a higher good?
If men have to be locked up for years innocently to achieve a working justice system, there is something fundamentally wrong. Since injustices are obviously happening, both in America and here in Australia, one must ask, how many others are there around the world which remain unchallenged?
How can judges, lawyer, politicians, or the American President, turn a blind eye to injustices of this magnitude?
How quick is the west in condemning Third World corruption! Hypocrites, while in our own backyard, sorry prison cell, innocent people like Father MacRae or Magistrate Peter Liddy are incarcerated, all on the flimsy testimony of criminal elements committing fraud. (Read more below about the PL case).
(You will find many more cases of innocent men locked up, following this madness, which spread around the world [worse than the - we sinful - virus]. Book 4, Chapter 23).
For years I had been writing about the innocent man in jail, who holds a document, which proves his main accuser was lying. In the previous chapter on 2/7/09 I published a copy of this document. If all those, from politicians to police, from journalists to the clergy, had not believed me, they were now able to see the evidence in black and white.
At least three media contacts, plus numerous other recipients received a personal copy of the document, together with a copy of a letter to the anti-corruption branch of SAPOL, our police. Surprisingly, nobody contacted me personally to acknowledge the new position this puts Mr. Liddy in.
In an unexpected development I recently found a link to the full transcript of Peter Liddy's appeal in South Australia. I previously only had seen the High Court appeal. Anybody, who had doubted my findings, including that of the bribe money, can read it for themselves here:
I never doubted that I was correct in saying the alleged bribe money was paid in two sums. The transcript confirms it clearly and makes me wonder again, what dodgy document I had been handed to view earlier this year? The information was definitely incorrect, the document possibly a fraud.
Here are some *important items, copied and pasted from the transcripts and my comments:
This is how Peter Liddy came to be sentenced to 25 years jail, 18 years non-parole. His High Court appeal later in Sydney was also rejected. Despite the vital evidence being available, it was not admitted as evidence against W.
The final judge, one who does not earn over a million every 3 years, will have the final say.
There remain many, many unanswered questions, not only in the Liddy case.
How widespread is corruption in our civilized society? Are we told the truth by our leaders? Is the newspaper reporting truth? Is the police a defender of upright citizens or a tool for corrupt officials?
The main question, which determines life and death - why is the world rejecting Jesus and HIS wonderful message of love and peace. Why do people love darkness more than the light?
When I started to write Book 7 I did not know what wonders God would bring. He brought many; so many in fact, they were more in number than I could possibly write about.
During Book Seven I did not see the prisoner released from jail; nor did I find acceptance and support from my family. Yet, I am confident, God is at work, day by day, moment by moment. HIS will, HIS ways will succeed. The gates of hell shall not prevail against IT.
Recently, at church a visiting preacher from Papua New Guinea (I liked his name, Joseph Kingal) spoke on John 12. In Verse 21 we read, people wanted to see Jesus. The trouble is blindness - they have eyes, yet they do not see, ears that do not hear!
Seven verses on: "A voice from Heaven came, saying, I have both glorified it and will glorify it again."
This is just how I see my IT. IT is a voice from heaven, speaking to our world. It is calling us to repentance, to turn away from sin, to come back to HIM, the creator of heaven and earth.
Take a look at Australia, the continent described as the 'Great Southland of the Holy Spirit.
Australia girt by C J or ...
... Australia I C U.
How prophetic are the lyrics of Australia's National Anthem:
Australians all let us rejoice
Beneath our radiant Southern Cross,
Friends, what is it that we want Australia to be renowned for in all the lands? Toiling with hearts and hands beneath the Southern Cross is one option.
The best choice, however, is to humble ourselves beneath the Cross of Jesus, to place our country, its people, its hopes and dreams into HIS hands. This takes real courage.
This is the way to advance Australia, to experience the wonder of IT all. ALL glory belongs to HIM, not any man.