|Chapter 5 Written / Published 22.12 / 24.12.14 Pics by author, unless indicated|
This chapter, besides concluding our trip to Hobart, includes a peculiar discovery of a numbers pattern, while playing with my calculator. May I again emphasise I am not a numerologist, only a believer, who uses numbers to tell a story, HIS story.
"I think, therefore I am," said French philosopher Rene Descartes. My thinking, observing mind led me to two spelling errors, no three. Next I saw a parallel to the Christmas story!
Buon Natale X +
My friend Richard and arrived in Hobart late in the afternoon on Sunday 30.11.14. We were due to start delivering telephone books in our allocated areas, Berriedale and Claremont, the next day, December 1st. That day, in Australia, it's the official start of summer. It was hard to believe!
I had been raving on to Richard about the views from Mount Wellington, which I considered to be one of the best in the world. Unfortunately, the clouds hanging over the summit never lifted all week. Richard never found out, if I had exaggerated.
As a consolation of sorts, certain streets we covered on the hilly parts of our delivery area offered fantastic views over the River Derwent, right across to the Eastern Shore. Whilst the weather wasn't very cold or windy, the constant light rain or drizzle created a challenge for us - placing the phone books at the front doors of houses, where they can't get wet.
As mentioned, besides work, for me the trip was a walk down memory lane. The Motel we stayed at was about a kilometre from the One-Bedroom unit we had rrented, after arriving on the island in June 1974. The huge industrial estate, known as the Zinc Works, where I was employed for about two years, looked just like 30 years earlier; except the name is no longer EZ, but NYRSTAR.
Another place I worked at was right on Hobart's waterfront, the former Henry Jones IXL factory. Our former office building, shown in the background, is now a hotel / restaurant.
Constitution Dock, Hobart
Hobart's latest attraction, which caught the world's attention, is called MONA, Museum of Old and New Art. Googling the place I found myself more and more shocked at what I read about the works on display, and the perverse brain behind it all. After reading online about all the so called art, I thought the name should not be MONA, but O MAN!
But what can you expect from an avowed atheist, who is obsessed with death and sex, who takes pride in, and pours his money into his most bizarre creations, which put Hobart on the world map for a very bad reason?
Reading about the place, looking back, I was glad we only had to go as far as the administration to drop a bundle of phone books.
One thing, however, reading online about the gentleman, the super creative mind behind MONA, I found we had in common. He loves numbers and mathematics. This may explain the symbol I spotted right at the entrance to his estate at Berriedale:
Since this is Chapter 5 and the date is the 22nd of the 12th, what better time and place than right here to explain what I had discovered. The number 2220 had me mesmerized for days!.
(Back to Book 13, Chapter 5)
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Playing casually with my calculator one day, not searching for anything, I found that after entering certain numbers they always added to 2220. As I kept playing, using other patterns, the total always came to 2220. The more I played with the numbers, the more I kept discovering. Why the total was always 2220 I do not know to this day. A more advanced maths expert may know why it is so?
For those, who want to follow this, it's not complex, but a calculator is necessary to appreciate it. Remember, it's not a game, but a peculiarity to which I have not yet discovered a reference in Google.
There were five patterns, each adds 4 three-digit numbers on the keypad, which always resulted in 2220. I gave each pattern a different name, according to the direction of the digits on the keypad (+ X etc): :
* This method only came as I wrote this chapter!
The same system works, using 2 five-digit numbers. Except in method 1 and 2, where you only create half the + and half the x. Adding two five-digit numbers twice, starting with the opposite number each time, the result will always be 111110. (It sounds complex, but it isn't!)
Examples of five-digit numbers:
Plus + Way becomes the I way (25852 + 85258) or --- way (45654 + 65456) total always 111110.
Cross x Way becomes the / way (15951 + 95159) or \ way (35753 + 75357) total always 111110.
The (1/2) Star 5 Way: Start at any corner. Create half a star (15359). Starting at the opposite corner, with the number you just finished, create the other half (95751). 15359 + 95751 = 111110.
The Double Diamond Way: Move clockwise or anticlockwise. Starting with 2, create a diamond with 24862. Start the second diamond with 8 (86248). Result =24862 + 86248 = 111110.
One ten led to another. What do I mean? Let's refresh our brain, return to Hobart, Tasmania and engage in an activity that does not take much thinking; delivering phone books.
Not often did I say to my assistant Richard: "Please wait a moment, I have to take a photo." I only did this when the views were spectacular or one time, when we delivered to a house, which was way up the mountain: (Pic. below).
Near the corner of El.tham and Ros.bar Streets (dots on purpose) I had noticed road works, as we delivered book to one side of the street. As we passed by again, doing the opposite side, I heard a worker call out to another: "We'll only be ten more minutes!" (I thought nothing of it, except the bloke's name might be Nick Ryan...?)
A second later my eyes noticed the number on the letterbox; right there - No.10. Two numbers 10, so close together, grabbed my attention. Many such incidents happen, yet they don't even make it into my diary any longer. This one did, but only because of what took place next:
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Our working holiday in Tasmania, unfortunately, brought more work than holiday. Above house in the clouds was one of our last deliveries that afternoon, Friday 5th December. Having now some free time available, I took the opportunity to check out the old, little church we attended for nearly nine years. The small wooden building in the working class suburb of Goodwood was now used as a private residence.
Another landmark building complex, the former Queen Alexandra Hospital at Battery Point, had been converted into apartments. Our two eldest children were born there.
Because it was a dull, cold afternoon in Hobart, despite being officially summer, I did not take many photographs. But when I saw a spelling error on a wood carved sign, attached to a Hotel wall, I had to photograph it. I'm glad I did. What a surprise I got, when a few weeks later I saw the same word, again mis-spelled.
The above appeared on the Visitor page of Ponchatoula.com. This town in 2012 was my final stop before pushing into New Orleans, Louisiana, at the end of my mammoth bike adventure.
It made me think, not only the missing letters A M, but that it came right at this time - Christmas. In the Christmas story, what was a major problem Mary and Joseph encountered? The could barely find any Accommodation!
In my books I had many symbols or letters for GOD. One of those is M, the Roman numeral for  and thousand. Here is a thought: No M, no God!
No room in the inn - M was left out! A perfect picture of our time - people leaving God out of their lives!
A further thought stirs my mind regarding the missing letter M. I had this one for years, but have never, as far as I can recall, included it in any of my writing.
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Having just written about the number 666, totally unplanned, our next visit to a Tasmanian destination took place on Saturday 6.12. On our way north, my friend Richard and I stopped over for an hour at the historic village of Richmond. It was there he pointed out a date to me - 6.12.66.
Some of my fixation with numbers must have rubbed off on him, even though we never talked numbers. At the historic Richmond Bridge he requested me to take this photo, without explanation at first. It was a rare request.
Just before crossing the bridge I had noticed the 50-speed limit sign. Nothing unusual, until at the same place, just over the fence inside the garden, I spotted what looked like the number 50. It was very large, impossible to miss.
Above the Coal River - twice No. L [NOEL].
A short distance from the Richmond Bridge is the oldest, continuously functioning Catholic Church in Australia, built in 1836. Inside, daylight was streaming through the stained-glass windows, both at the front and on the side. Around the side walls were paintings of the Stations of the Cross, a feature in Catholic Churches, depicting the sufferings of Jesus HE had to endure on the cross.
Catholic Churches often depict the cross with Jesus' dying body still hanging there. A crucifix is a stark reminder of HIS suffering. Evangelicals prefer to focus on the victory of HIS miraculously rising, leaving behind an empty tomb. The empty cross is the symbol of HIS sacrifice, one we all should follow. Not our will, but HIS.
The two numbers 50 were still on my mind, as we silently stood in the sanctuary among the wooden benches and religious pictures and ornaments.
Suddenly, I noticed a piece of trash on the ground, which did not fit into the picture at all. Or did it?
The big C fitted into the picture perfectly. Take a look at the picture I took inside the church from the rear:
But this was not the detail I discovered earlier, at 5.31 AM. As I viewed the original, large version of the photo I suddenly could read, for the first time, the writing on the dark wood panelling at the front:
The Master is here and calls.
Indeed - HE  CS all.
Have you any room for Jesus?
At Christmas 2014 the Master calls for you to give HIM a present: Your love and devotion.