Chapter 12 Written / Published 25.1. /29.1.17 Pics by author, unless indicated
We continue our road trip up Australia's Pacific coast. My travel reports are only brief, not aimed at holidaymakers, who need detailed information. I find it far easier to write about the unusual car crash we came across on our travels.
The second part of the chapter delves again into cables, something which developed and continued years ago. Amazing messages, which I write as messenger, just the way they came.
At the end we join a triumphant man in the fight for truth in the media. The truth, especially told in an official capacity to the public, sets people and prisoners free! Love truth to triumph.
12. Hi Trump!
Our week in the south of New South Wales was one of the most enjoyable, relaxing times my wife and I had in a long time; no commitments, no time schedules, but plenty of time for walking, sightseeing and crossword puzzles. We shall solve one in a moment, but first let's take a visit to a unique private zoo, situated near Mogo, about 15 kilometers south of Bateman's Bay.
The weather was perfect for the outdoors, sunny and warm. The zoo boasts the largest collection of primates in Australia. During our two hour visit we watched them being fed. Even more spectacular was feeding time at the lion's den.
A sign outside one animal enclosure explains to visitors, in poet form:
What happened to the missing letter, in the last word of the last
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From my previous trips riding my bike along that spectacular coastline, I knew that the Pacific Highway passes through many lovely towns and villages. The landscape is lush and green, vast meadows to make it ideal dairy country. The region is famous for its cheeses. The blue waters of the Pacific is a perfect playground for fisherman, surfers, or families coming down from the mega metropolis Sydney, about 200 kilometers north.
Besides Batemans Bay we visited smaller places like Moruya and Bodalla, where Isobel spent much time in the former cheese factory. I strolled in the other direction and inspected the 'Jesus factory', if you pardon the expression.
A place not to miss: Tilba Central.
Tilba Central is one of those places you enjoy so much, you regret not being able to stay longer. Breathing in the atmosphere in lovely villages like these, I remind myself that there is a place waiting, for all who believe, which is hundred times more wonderful, rest assured!
The shop/restaurant in Tilba Tilba, two kilometers along Corkhill Road, was just being renovated. So we had a picnic instead. Afterward, only a stone's throw away, we spent at least an hour enjoying the famous Foxglove Gardens, planted from nothing 30 years ago.
Instead of returning via the busy Pacific Highway, the coasts major north/south corridor, we followed the sign 'Scenic Route' (Tourist Drive 6). I was a great move. Despite being unsealed, there was no problem, as we slowly meandered through the Eurobodalla rainforest, crossing numerous small rivers, via wooden one-lane bridges before joining the Pacific Highway. Like in above gardens, all was so quiet. We felt we were the only tourists in this part of the world.
Out of curiosity, looking at a sign Tuross Head, we took another detour to see what the place looked like. The small town's location, on the headland between Lake Coila and Tuross Lake again featured much stunning scenery.
The next day, Friday 25th Nov. 2016 we started another leg of our extensive road trip, traveling north toward Sydney. Milton did not only have a nice name, but I recalled it from my 2013 bike ride along that coast. A strange incident took place as my wife and I casually strolled along the main street.
Cruising north on the Pacific Highway later that Friday we briefly left the highway for a 'walk down memory lane'. I wanted Isobel to see the town of Gerringong, situated spectacularly on a hill above the Pacific. Even from the main shopping center one can enjoy magnificent, sweeping views in all directions. I remembered it well from three years earlier, eating lunch on a bench seat during my Canberra to Sydney bike ride. (See picture in Bk.12, Ch.5.)
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That night we had booked a motel near Woollongong, affectionately called The Gong. It was the night, a miracle took place. We first heard a report on television: Two teenagers, 17 and 18 years old, had crashed their vehicle at high speed, catapulted through a guard rail and rolled several times down a cliff. The Illawarra Mercury on 26th Nov.16 reported on the miracle escape.
The teenagers not only scrambled from their Toyota Hilux, almost unhurt, they were able to climb up almost100 meters to the top of the cliff - in the middle of the night (12.30 AM).
The article states not once, not twice, but three times that police think speed was involved.
I also found it puzzling, why the newspaper does not give the names of the two miracle escapees? Their mate's name is spelled out in full? "Josh Farrell rushed to the scene the next morning."
(Source: Illawarra Mercury online)
So one scrambled up that steep cliff with one good hand. (What was his name? First name would be sufficient.) And why bother to visit the crash site? Why not first visit your best mates first to hear their story and celebrate?
It so happened, our route north was going to go over that bridge on the same morning Josh Farrell was inspecting the scene. I had planned to travel that way to show Isobel the impressive structure of Sea Cliff Bridge. (In Book 12, Ch.5 you will find a picture).
A final question: Why should witnesses contact Crime Stoppers, as the newspaper article urges. Onlookers would not know, if the driver was drunk. And a criminal act, like another vehicle running them off the road, has to be ruled out. The driver failed a left hand bend. If it were a right-hand bend, oncoming traffic could push one off a cliff!
On scanning above picture I noticed the peculiar, strangely placed sign erected by Lifeline. Located close to the broken fence it reads: Hold onto Hope, there is help!
Somebody that night helped those boys, if indeed the story happened as reported. Later in the chapter we shall revisit media matters, which lack in accuracy, to say it diplomatically. How these discrepancies, pure fabrications or deliberate omissions can occur is a mystery.
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After my wife and I spent the weekend in Sydney I discovered a big blunder in the Monday edition of a major Sydney newspaper. Nobody had obviously proofread the page. (Details in a moment).
We had driven straight from 'The Gong' to Sydney and visited my wife's brothers. It took us half day to just reach Sydney. The traffic was unbelievably heavy, despite being a Saturday. Later we found the reason. The train line south was closed for repairs. That evening I went with a friend, who came down from Newcastle, to Allianz Stadium. It so happened that my Adelaide United was playing.
The two teams were not well matched: Top of the table Sydney FC, who had not lost a game, played against bottom of the ladder, Adelaide. The Reds had not yet won a game!
At the final whistle the 0:0 draw was more like a win for the visitors from Adelaide. (As I write Sydney FC has remained unbeaten in 17 games. They are favourite to win the championship. Ironically, Adelaide are the reigning champions.)
My wife bought a newspaper on the Monday after, to read on our long car journey north. It was disappointing to find that the Daily Telegraph's sports section had a total of 9 pages devoted to Cricket and the NRL (Rugby). Only one single column was devoted to A-League soccer, consisting only of statistics, and even they were wrong.
Take a look at the A-League Ladder after Round 8:
Daily Telegraph, Mon. 28/11, Page 48
It is a pity that one of the most widespread and popular ballgames in the word, soccer, receives so little attention from Australia's media. Maybe, herein lay the reason top players leave to play for better pay and recognition in Europe, China or Japan?
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Since the final digits in above ladder, bottom right, contain the three digits 1 3 and 6, it is a good time to backtrack and show that other sign from the Mogo Zoo earlier:
But I did not take the picture because of these numbers, but because of the word Numl .r, which should read Number.
The missing section creates the letter l (small L), which is part of the word be. This takes us to the picture, promised at the end of the previous chapter. (At that time the above Numl .r was far from my mind.)
I had worked all day, written about trivial stuff with so much detail, I almost started to doubt my sanity. So I went for an hour-long ride through the suburbs. As the oxygen stimulated my brain it was still reprocessing things, like number 690, which popped up in the previous two chapters. Likewise, the revelation of HEB (B HE) only had happened minutes earlier.
Judge for yourself, if I was justified in being gob smacked when I passed a vehicle near a street called Galleon Drive:
But there was more ...
...another major reason, why I was gob smacked with above S096-BL.. As soon as I spotted these digits I knew what I had just scanned onto my computer - an extract of a crossword puzzle, ready to insert it onto the page. Perfect timing produced this magic, well planned by the unseen author of my books:.
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Almost to the hour, as I started writing this new chapter, our daughter and her husband were starting a new chapter in their life. Together with their two boys they were schedule to arrive in Darwin, the capital city of Australia's Northern Territory at this time. Our son-in-law accepted a transfer, a promotion, at his place of work. It may be for two years, or even for four.
As grandparents of our only two grandchildren my wife and I made sure to see them off at Adelaide Airport. Two things I must mention, which in my mind stand out as another twist in my story. Why these twists happen during normal, routine events in life, such as seeing family off at the airport, I do not know? All I know, they provide food for thought and material to write about.
The first twist came on the day of their departure, the day before this writing. My son in law briefly mentioned that a mini-tornado had hit a suburb in Darwin. The storm hit the very suburb they will be living in. News.com online reports:
Reading the name Rose I recalled the previous chapter. The name Rose arose in the New South Wales town of Wagga Wagga.
It started at the time of the inauguration of the new US President, Mr. Trump. Leading up to the important occasion, one day my creative mind suddenly saw the difference between the words Trump and Triumph. It's hi.
Not that this was a huge discovery to elevate my mood to any kind of high. No, I simply pondered the thought for a few days. Perhaps it had come, because for many years all my emails, except personal messages, start with: Hi all.
I'm sure there would have been many people, especially Trump supporters, all of whom were on a big high, whose playful minds came up with this hi wisecrack. But I am pretty sure, not that I could prove it, that I was the only person in the world, who experienced a magic hi on Sunday, January 15th, about a week before the big blonde's inauguration.
Cultivate the habit of being grateful.
One week later, again during church on Sunday 22nd, January 2017, there was an answer to these questions. At least, considering what appeared out of the blue on the church's video screen that Sunday morning, this could be the answer: It's Jesus and me.
Pity that day I did not have my phone camera with me. Later at home I tried to recreate onto my P/C the lyrics of a hymn we sang. Here is what I came up with, the chorus of the hymn 'Knowing you, Jesus'. The screen may have shown a different font, but trust me, the message came over very clearly down that cable:
The greatest thing in this life is to know Jesus, to love HIM and thank HIM for the joy HE brings.
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While the subject is thankfulness and Donald Trump, may I briefly touch on the difference between former President Obama and the controversial newcomer. The death of Fidel Castro provided a good example.
Mr. Obama commented on the death of Castro: "History will tell the impact this one man has made on so many people." Big deal - the same could be said about Stalin, Idi Amin or Florence Nightingale, if she were male.
Donald Trump released an official statement on November 25th 2016: "Today, the world marks the passing of a brutal dictator who oppressed his own people for nearly six decades,” (Source: theguardian.com).
In my opinion, herein lay the reason for the Trump triumph. People are tired of politician's wishy-washy, carefully phrased statements, just in case they tread on somebody's toes. (Too bad Emily's list wasted many millions of Dollars supporting their female favourite).
Another noticeable difference is the attitude of Mr. Trump to the media. He does not mince word's when he labels journalists as dishonest. Whilst I don't know why Mr. Trump made war with this sector of public life he has to live with, one thing I know from experience: The power of the media is such, they can make or break a person.
It remains to be seen, how much President Donald Trump is interested in real justice. Are innocent prisoners at all on his priority list? Does he know and care about the deplorable system of plea bargaining, where innocently accused people have to admit to a crime they never committed, only because they have no resources to defend the charges? Or they simply insist on the truth that they are innocent!
I am thinking here of imprisoned Father Gordon MacRae, who did just that. He refused to admit guilt, but insisted on the truth. The price he paid? Decades in prison, innocently, forced to share a dingy prison cell with seven other inmates.
If what happened a few days ago is an indication, maybe there is hope for America. Their new leader supported pro-life demonstrators, people who believe in the Ten Commandments, especially 'You shall not kill'. One clever slogan read: 'Trump loves the bump' another 'Make America pro-life again'.
The day before publishing I sent a brief message to Channel Nine's Today Show in Australia, expressing joy in what I saw among the bad news. In the PS I added a little twist, one of those well timed oddities. It happened also on the Today Show, but the one broadcast by the NBC, USA:
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In the case of Peter Liddy, as I see it, Australia's media has failed miserably in its primary duty to independently report facts from both sides of the argument. Mr. Liddy, to the best of my knowledge, never had a public platform to tell his side of the story, only the courtroom. And the little that was reported often did not add up.
One day the truth will set all free, whilst evil doers will reap their reward. Prison on earth is only temporary, punishment in hell is eternal.
Just think about IT.