|Chapter 3 Written / Published 20.11 / 24.11.14 Pics by author, unless indicated|
How welcome is this rain, falling steadily as I write, giving Adelaide's dry landscape and gardens a wonderful soaking! Our state is having its best rainfall in many months.
In this chapter you will read about weather in another state of Australia, Queensland. It came at a time and place, with amazing accuracy, during what was described as Australia's most important meeting ever - Code Number 7 2x10. I saw the lighter side of the G-20 in Brisbane, having some fun with A B C, Angela, Barack and a Cross.
Any doubters about what I write is true, in perfect timing the word truth reached my ears. Was a supernatural power confirming that HE is the truth?
EL Holy Cross
On the evening before commencing this chapter I went to bed unusually early. Every bone in my body was aching, exhausted after a long, yet very enjoyable bike ride through the Adelaide Hills.
A friend Steve, a fellow volunteer at the second-hand shop, and I had been pedalling our bikes all day, after having caught the train to Seaford. Looking out of the window, without having to worry about traffic, is the most enjoyable part of a train ride. And what amazing things one sees! Passing through the rail yards at Mile End a locomotive was parked. In huge letters on the side PL1.
The train line had only recently been electrified and extended, crossing the Onkaparinga River on a impressive, new bridge. The inside of the carriage was spotlessly clean. All looked brand new. Compared to the last time I travelled on a train, a year or two earlier, this was luxury. Back then I could barely see out of the cracked, dirty windows,
From Seaford we took the rail-trail (a former railway line, now bike trail) and cycled through the beautiful vineyards in the McLaren region to Willunga. I would have preferred to enjoy the easy route back along the coastline, but Steve talked me into tackling Willunga Hill and returning to Adelaide via Mount Lofty.
In the midday heat the climb was strenuous, but the views worth the effort. Every January this section of road is part of the international bike race, the Tour Down Under. It was hard to imagine, how athletes would sprint up this hill, sometimes in over 35 C heat, and race to the finish line at the top!
Steve and I didn't race up Willunga Hill. At our age we were just thankful that we were healthy enough tackle it. Once the mountain was conquered it was a fast pace along scenic Brookman Road, through Kuipto Forrest to Meadows, Echunga and back to Adelaide via Mylor and Stirling. I was only ten minutes late for the Christmas choir practice!
The S105 AA... fits perfectly into the picture. Only hours after the photo was taken. I had experienced serendipity at its best. It all started with a broadcast on Radio 5AA:
Having retired to bed very early, I must have been asleep only an hour or two, when my wife beside me asked: "Are you awake?" Now I was!
She had been listening to Jeremy Cordeaux* and overheard a brief segment called On this Day ... Jeremy, according to my wife, had mentioned that on this day, 19.11 in 1984, the shortest driving test took place - one second!
When I heard - shortest driving test ever - I was even more awake. My wife and I both knew immediately what Jeremy was referring to. How could I ever forget the student, whose driving test made it into the Guinness Book of Records?
I jumped out of bed, booted up the computer and typed the following message to 5AA:
It did not take long, listening on the transistor, before JC's assistant came on air and read out my message. Both seemed pleased and genuinely surprised at the co-incidence, as was I, of course.
But that wasn't all that night. Shortly afterwards I heard another name mentioned during the same radio program - Ian Wilson. My brain can't recall the details, but after Jeremy mentioned this name and that he was a politician, it immediately brought up another incidence during a driving lesson. This one happened in 1993.
A young female driving student was telling me excitedly about her boyfriend. The evening before he had been pre-selected to run for Federal Parliament in the seat of Sturt.
Christopher had achieved the impossible, according to his girlfriend. He won the party vote against the long-serving, sitting Member, who was 35 years his senior. His name - Ian Wilson.
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Sturt backward reads >>> Truts, inserting h we arrive at truths. The word truth is almost as powerful as love. Imagine, if all were to love the truth, search for the truth, pursue and always tell the truth? How much more harmonious the people on our planet would live together!
I regularly see truth when I ride my bicycle home from my regular table tennis afternoon, as I did on Monday 17.11.14. On the ground I spotted something red. When I recognized what it was, a fire lighter, I turned and photographed it, as well as the location:
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Anyone watching television, while eating breakfast, will be amused at some of the items presented. How could a reporter in the UK keep a straight face, when telling viewers that statistics had shown that Britains eat 7 % less cheese on toast than they did 2 (?) years ago?
Why bother us on the other side of the globe with such useless information? And how on earth did they come to that conclusion? As we all know, 77% of all statistics quoted are made up on the spot.
Another morning I was watching a segment, where hairy men were going through the agony of having body hair removed. It looked so painful. And why bother, I thought? Who would be spending money on such nonsense? These kind of males would have to be rich and vain, or both; certainly wise men would not bother!
Don't scientists love men with thick, black hair all over their body! They can much more easily convince us all that our ancestors were gorillas.
Watching the segment on TV I could not help, but engage my funny gear. I had discovered long ago that on my chest grew one solitary hair. Not two, but one single chest hair. I don't know how long it's been growing, but it had absolutely never been of any use whatsoever - until that morning.
Unbuttoning my PJs it took me a while to locate it, but there it was! Thanks to modern technology and the invention of selfies, I snapped a picture:
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After our obligatory family Sunday lunch I asked my mother-in-law Agnes Rose if she would like to go for a drive through the Adelaide Hills or down to the beach. She declined. My wife Isabella, no Isobel, likewise showed little enthusiasm for the idea.
It was Sunday October 5th. The weather was calm, sunny; the temperature 27.7 C, too nice to stay home. I mounted my Giant bicycle and rode up Main North Road, wondering where I might end up. Little did I know it would be a cemetery. As much as I disliked hills, for some reason, that day I turned right to climb up Black Top Road toward One Tree Hill.
Not far from the township the road ahead looked wet. Surely, it could not have been raining here? As I got closer things started to happen, out of the blue, (if you pardon the pun). What had looked like water was actually a large area on the roadway, which must have had at one time blue paint spilled all over it.
For a few seconds I cycled on, until the sign Johnson Rd. started to ring a bell. Next I noticed two motor cars coming from the opposite direction. Both were blue in colour, not quite the same, but blue they were. There had hardly been any traffic that afternoon, and the colours of automobiles, in modern times, are anything but colour - white, grey, silver etc, not conducive to road safety.)
I dismounted my bike and took a two photos:
Back home I looked up the Johnson Street incident in my Book 11. I noticed that I had photographed and mentioned a registration plate. You can see it right next to the Johnson Street sign - 501 NTP.
More 510 was waiting for me that Sunday afternoon, October 5th. My ride, climbing another hill, took me past the Uleybury School Museum. Just around the corner I discovered something new. A solid stone wall, an heavy iron gate, hid the ancient Uleybury's cemetery.
It was too early to go home, why not a little peeping among the greave sites? Most graves were totally neglected. The last funeral must have been decades ago. But some headstones were still readable. One large one showed several, interesting names.
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In a recent chapter I alluded to an old school friend, who was to visit us from Germany. I had first written about this man in Book 8. (He is shown in the class photo from 1964 in Bk.8, Ch.14.)
At the time I wrote the book the amazing co-incidences didn't stop coming. There was code 5:1, there were the letters ER *EL and, most significantly, the name SOHN, son in English. If I recall correctly this led me to uncover the peculiarity of - NOS SON.
This school friend, together with his wife ELLA, (yes, the first half of her name is EL) arrived in Adelaide from Alice Springs at 15.30 hours on Tue 28.10.14. When Germans visit South Australia, many include a trip to Kangaroo Island. Like many locals, my wife and I had never been there.
For this reason we took up their offer to travel with them to explore this 'nature's Paradise' for a few days. Their plan to travel straight from Adelaide airport to the island worked out very well, except it did not leave much time in their itinerary to see much else of South Australia.
Our accommodation for three nights was a comfortable, large, modern house. The location, a few hundred meters on an unsealed road from a locality called Cygnet River, was perfect for a quiet get-away in the country; no facilities, except a tennis court and a phone box. The house was initially very hard to find, arriving in the dark. (Boxer Road is not named on Google Maps, I have reported the omission.)
There was a television available, but we did not watch much. One brief item, however, took my attention enough to get the story: For the first time in the history of the Melbourne Cup a German horse was taking part. Not only was it the first time for a German horse, he was one of the favourites to win.
I caught a glimpse of Number 13 on the horses side. (I had just published the beginning of Book 13).The horse, named Protectionist, was 5 years old. (13 and 5 go well together.)
A week later, our visitors had moved on, I did what is a tradition for a true blue Aussie. I stopped for a few minutes, pretended to be interested in horse racing and watched the Melbourne Cup on television.
At the time I was on duty at our second-hand shop. But there is no TV. So where could I go and do my true blue Aussie duty?
Aha! Why not at my mother-in-law? She was in temporary care at a nearby aged-care facility. The old lady had other things on her mind besides a horse race. Nevertheless, the residents had all gathered in the decorated hall; like every year, Melbourne Cup Day was carnival day.
It was the one, who would draw the winner, of course. Melbourne Cup and betting on a horse, go together like horse and rider. Every resident in the hall had been allocated a horse. Whose entry was going to win and take home the big teddy bear?
Take a look at my diary entry for Nov. 4th, and the horse my mother-in-law (Ma) had drawn:
When I first saw Protectionist a week earlier, as mentioned, I saw its number - 13. On race day, above, it featured No. 5. For the owners and jockey Ryan Moore a dream came true? Our Advertiser Newspaper the next day featured a fat headline: Deutsch Courage!
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Another powerful German made headlines five days later. On November 9th Angela Merkel, the German chancellor walked along the Berlin Wall, marking the 25th anniversary of its destruction. "The fall of the wall has shown us that dreams come true," Merkel commented. In a recent list of important people she came in at No.5 (like the other winner above), the most important woman in the world.
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A news item about the German Chancellor was screened on our ABC TV one morning recently. The reporter pronounced her first name Anga. My bi-lingual brain switched on immediately, thinking - "the el is missing."
Since the lady's surname ends in el, all that remains is Merk. In German 'Merk [Dir das] translates to: Take note! If the missing el were simply a nanosecond break in transmission, the incident would be no less - well... amazingly amusing!
One week later Angela Merkel was shaking hands with happy Australians and Heads of Government from around the globe. A much anticipated event, labelled the most important meeting ever in Australia, made waves well before the official start on November 15th.
The G-20 was to be held in that same place, Brisbane, Queensland. Six other Heads of Government, besides the club of 20, were also invited to attend. Among them John Key (nice name) of New Zealand and Myanmar's Thein Sein (Mr. 5one?)
After I had become aware that the big event was scheduled for 15 and 16.11, my level of interest rose considerably. What a co-incident, I thought, that the world's most influential people, who control 85% of the world's economy, would meet in that place at that time!
Considering the tumultuous protests during previous gatherings, authorities expected similar demonstrations. Police numbers were boosted, soldiers mobilized to assist and no-go zones were created to restrict access. According to Wikipedia the event was the largest ever peace-time police operation. (One news channel reported 9000 police and 600 soldiers were on duty).
Police surprised themselves during the Brisbane G-20, how well any riots and demonstrations were kept under their control. They had prepared for hundreds of arrests and weekend court sittings, even erected dozens of extra holding cells, which in the end they never had to use.
The absolute star of the show (I was tempted to write circus) was US President Obama. Addressing a crowd of invited guests at the University of Queensland, the world's most influential man displayed his trademark charm and humour.
He started by saying that he had travelled 15 000 miles that week and didn't know what time it was. He bragged a little about his 31 Million followers on Twitter and called the host city BrisVegas. But it was his reference to being thirsty, needing a beer, which amused me the most.
You see, a day later the weather forecast, for the second day of the G-20, was for a record 40 degrees C, which would have been the hottest November day since 1968.
There was another reason I smiled, when I learned the forecast temperature during the G-20 Summit. As mentioned, the US President had joked about needing a beer. The brand he mentioned is called XXXX, or Four X. If not in a bottle, the President got 4 X in the weather!
Another discovery, surrounding the forecast temperature in Brisbane:
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I don't believe it was co-incidental that God chose the time and place, where world leaders had gathered, discussing the world's climate, to make a show of the weather! God speaks in many ways, if only His people would see, hear and heed it!
A rather different approach to adverse climate, drought and famine is found in the scriptures:
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During one of the many TV news reports, one journalist was standing on a Brisbane street, microphone in hand, giving details of dignitaries arriving, security measures taken etc. In the background I noticed a truck driving by. The writing, in large letters on the side, was most interesting: Holy Cross Laundry.
One death over 2000 years ago, on an old-rugged, holy cross, became a holy laundry. The Father of Mercy, God, provided cleansing, total forgiveness, freedom from guilt and shame and self condemnation for all who believe.
How good it is, a fresh start with a clean sheet!
To heal his nation, President Obama does not need 4 X. He and his people only need ONE.