16. The Austrian RETURN
may think that I am researching material in advance, then
shape my writing around it to create co-incidental magic. I could not
blame them, it they did so. But my discoveries would no longer be
supernatural. I would be deceiving readers. Don't we
detest people, who are not honest and transparent? I love being one
hundred percent true and open in my writing; and in life, even when it
all feels ... upside down.
bible reading in Our Daily Bread, the very next day after the previous
chapter, is a classic case in point. I had written about the movie The Life
of Pi. My upside down brain saw PI as Id. (Just as it
sees the letter 6 as 9)
day, before my early morning prayer, I read that day's bible reading,
which I had not known anything about:
Daily Bread - Jan 16th 2013 - Headline UPSIDE DOWN
Text: "There are a lot of things that intrigue me about Jesus. One of the
aspects of His ministry that has always produced jaw-dropping,
head-scratching responses is His upside-down teaching about
How profound was the key verse
that day, God's message to
all human minds (including University professors and Ol' Blue
"My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your
ways my ways. (Isaiah 55:8)
Above scan is from the right side in the booklet. The left side at
that point (exactly half-way through the 3-months duration) has an
insert (address shown) for those wanting to subscribe. Had the
right side not been covered by it, I may very well have seen the Jan.
16th reading earlier.
a look at the number-magic, a total surprise in the address on the
left: PO Box 15, in Chapter 15, uploaded on the 15th, titled Good
work - 15th line!
"His name is
wonderful..." is playing on radio Gospel Music Selection as I
write this.... "Almighty God is HE ..."
say "Amen" to that! Who else can
work such jaw-dropping, head-scratching good work?
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Let's move back to Europe and my extensive trip, before
we get distracted by any more numbers. There is a
possibility that writing everything I experienced, during the five months
overseas travel, will take longer than it took doing it. But as
my supernatural journey is reaching the 15 year mark (next year, God
willing) - what's five months in God's eternal picture?
leaving home on May 15th 2012, I made sure to finish Book 10, titled Healing
in His wings. The word healing struck me, as two months later I was
led to a place called
Heilbronn. The two words (Heil & bronn) translate into (hail, or
heal) and -bronn, the poetic word for fountain - Healing fountain. Right
beside Heilbronn's huge Kilian's Kirche (cathedral) visitors will find
this fountain, which gave the city its name.
located about 50 km upstream from Stuttgart. As readers will recall, its
the place, where I had an interview, before starting work as a
volunteer, caring for disabled people on their vacation.
a tourist map I liked the numbers >>> Scale
1:15500 - 14th Edition. It was during a meal at a restaurant in
Bad Wimpfen, when I discovered this. When the bill came, it
totalled E 10.30. I said to the waitress: "Make it
11.55." That confused her!
was glorious weather. I hired a >>>
bicycle for the afternoon and took a ride along the banks of the
was a ride down memory lane. Ten years earlier, during a
trip with my sons Ben and Jon, we visited this gorgeous, ancient
town and ate the local specialty - Maultaschen. (meat and
stuffing, wrapped in a pastry).
Dobel can be found at 61 Haupt Strasse (Main Street), Bad Wimpfen.
note: Place names in Germany, which start with 'Bad' had not been
named by enemies, who'd conquered them. Rather, they are towns
with springs, or spas.)
Heilbronn, Saturday markets in front of the Historic Rathaus
(Civic Chambers). In a moment we shall travel to Altenmark (transl.
Old Market) in Austria. In between jobs I spent one day in
Heilbronn, enjoying superb summer weather.
Gooden sound better?)
The ride back
from Bad Wimpfen to Heilbronn took me over rolling hills, small forests
and green meadows, with views down to the picturesque Neckar Valley. This was my first mid-summer visit into the old 'Heimat'
(the place where one is home at). At one point a deer made an
appearance. It was as startled as I was. It disappeared back into the
forest before I could get my
YHA (youth hostel)
was most comfortable and not crowded. I only paid dormitory rate, but was
fortunate to be allocated a two-bed room, which I had to myself.
Breakfast was self-serve, down stairs in a bright, spotlessly clean dining room.
In quality, it was among the very best I ever enjoyed.
Relaxing in the
foyer I picked up a Christian magazine on a coffee table. As I leafed through
it, what a surprise, the name Dieter Fischer. No, nothing about me. In
the German language my name is not uncommon. It was a notice about DF, a
Christian Pastor, giving an interview at a local radio station.
morning, Sunday 12th August, I had a few minutes to spare on my way to
report for duty with the disabled. Why not pop into the Cathedral, I
thought, since a worship service there had just begun? After quietly
slipping in, sitting right at the back, the same lady who I had shared a table with at
breakfast, sat down nearby. Her name was Elke.
She made it into my diary, not because she
was my type and I felt lonely. I had the day before noticed a wall,
filled with graffiti, which included the name Elke. The dominant
feature, which I photographed, but will not show here, were two huge
letters - OB. Strange, I thought. I know an Elke back in Australia. Her
surname starts with OB. The rest consists of I AM ER.
In the church
newsletter, another name took my interest. How about a church elder with
the name Mr. Fromm, translated Pious. Of further interest, enough
to take a photograph (10 x zoom) was the notice board of hymnals that
list Kilian Church Aug. 12. 2012
first song, after taking a seat right at the back in the church,
was No. 452. Interestingly, the congregation only sang the verses
wondered why? Is verse 3 R-rated or what?
came this: Since 1245 add to 12, the second hymn Psalm 121 (or 12
won) fitted right into the scheme.
of hymn 452: Er weckt mich alle morgen". It came up in
Chapter 3). The title is taken from Isaiah (40, 5).
I played some more, removing 4 and 5 from
1245. Again we are left with 12 (won).
will lift up my eyes the hills, from whence my help comes."
is this: Googling the scripture in Isaiah (40.5) a cat page came up. A cat
owner cried for help, in a desperate way (see below). He / she is woken by the cat (note the fishy name)
every morning at 5am, then 5.40 AM:
Nemo (orange tabby) is
about three years old. & for the 1st year- 2years he was
fine- on schedule. meowed only at 7am & 7pm to eat. But
within the last
(Irrevelant text omitted)
He wakes me at 5am,
Guest Dali D.
HE 5 L & 1 P / ME NO /
123 in first
line / 7am - 7pm
12 (hours won) / D ali ???
wakes me at ... 5.40 am. How does the cat know Isaiah?
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FISCHER (KUNSTAUKTIONEN) - Wir schaetzen Ihre Kunst.
near the Youth Hostel I spotted this sign: My initials, my
surname, spelled with the C, and a message of encouragement?
DR Fischer, Art Auctions. We value (or appreciate, treasure) your art. Does
somebody appreciate my art?
the following also art, or am I just being smart? During my travel I did carry
my Daily Bread bible reading booklet. That Sunday in Heilbronn the
contribution was by Dennis Fisher. His surname and mine is only
different by a C.
The page he wrote (Aug. 12th 2012) started with the
drop-letter C. The day before the headline was Eyes To See, the
drop-letter was M. Aha - my eyes saw MC, commonly understood as Master of
Ceremony, or Son of....
The bible text was John 20:28; five words: "My Lord and my God".
In my new, German bible, Hoffnung fur Alle (Hope for All) this
happens to be on page 1228. I scribbled that number next to the date
12.8.12 into my diary. Surely, if anybody was MC here, it's HE, addressed with the words
"My Lord and my God!"
One of Jesus disciples, Thomas, had missed an
amazing gathering. Their Lord, who had died and risen from the dead,
suddenly stood among them. HE had entered the room through locked
doors. They were exited, excited plus! Thomas didn't believe it
(just like some modern brains, who can't get their mind around God's
Thomas, who has ever since
become a symbol for doubters of all kinds, said I only believe, if I
see his nail marks in his hand and the scar on his side.
enough, a week later Jesus again visited in the same amazing
fashion. He walked over to Thomas, having full knowledge of his
doubts. Jesus gently placed HIS hands at the scar on HIS side, and
showed him the nail marks in HIS hand.
doubting Thomas could only utter these five words: "My Lord
and my God." Jesus summed up the lesson HE wanted them to
learn. "You believe because you have seen me. How fortunate
are all those, who have not seen me, yet they believe!"
you one of those fortunate ones?
How I can identify with Verse
30 in the scripture reading in John 20: "The disciples experienced
many other miracles, which are not written in this book". (Translated
from - Hoffnung fuer Alle).
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That Sunday (12.8.13) was the
day when I joined the team of six helpers in Heilbronn and accompanied 11 disabled
people on their holiday to Austria. Unless one has travelled on a German
Autobahn, in the middle of summer, no Australian motorist would know what
a traffic jam is. One broken down vehicle or minor accident could cause
hours of delay, 10 mile-long 'Auto-schlangen' (lit. car snakes) are
not uncommon. We saw at least one serious crash, at least what was left
of it - the burned-out wreck of a small sedan. No doubt, a life changing tragedy to some, the
inconvenience of a traffic hold up to others. (But who ever bothers
reading a road safety book?)
day of departure I did not exactly know, where we were heading; only
that it was in the direction of Salzburg. Our destination and home for
the next two weeks, was the pretty town, 65 kilometres south-west of
Salzburg, Altenmarkt, in Pongau Province. Our group occupied an entire Pension
(guest house), nestled under the Hirschberg, on the outskirts of the
Having six helpers for only 11 holiday
makers may sound a lot. But, unlike
the previous group, this one included three wheel-chair bound clients,
who could not feed (or shower etc.) themselves.
Plus others needed assistance and supervision to various degrees, which made for a rather
For this reason none of us was required for
kitchen duty. All was catered for by a very friendly, experienced
couple. Just outside their kitchen, in the hallway, passing by everyday
many times, I noticed a clock. It was impossible to not notice that the time had
stood still. How strange, it was also at 5 to 12, just like at the clock in Cannstatt, which
I wrote about, and is
shown, in Chapter 11.
During two great weeks in lovely
Austria we took undertook many excursion to some spectacular, beautiful
places. Other days we played games, some which I not played
since my youth. Almost all in the group loved playing Mensch aergere
Dich nicht*, a dice / board game, which could take hours to finish.
During our time together I realized more and more that happiness has
nothing to do with high IQ. (Is that why I always feel so happy?)
translation: Man, don't be angry!
the first week our group was invited for an evening of entertainment at
a Restaurant / Hotel, high above Altenmarkt. We joined the locals in singing,
and drink. The views were magnificent. We purposely arrived early in our
two Mercedes 9-seater Vitos minibuses, so we could enjoy a walk around
the lovely little lake.
alpine country, above Altenmarkt, Pongau, Austria.
roof of the restaurant can be seen just beyond the lake.
On arriving at the hotel, while still busy
organising all our gear, wheelchairs, drinks, bags etc. somebody called out: "Where's Mark?"
Mark was a young man with down-syndrome, who was prone to be running
Seconds later I spotted Mark's head, about 100 m away up a slope.
I raced up the
hill, shouting for Mark to stop. Another team member, Jule, was
doing the same. As I reached the spot near the green sign above,
Mark was already walking in water, fully clothed, up to his knees. We both
kept shouting for Mark to come back, fearing, if he slipped, we all
could be in real trouble.
God, Mark obeyed our calling and all was well. We learned a lesson
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early morning hours were the best part of the day to get
away, find a little time for yourself, before starting work, if one
could call it that. How I loved those long walks, reflecting, praying,
thinking, seeing things. Mostly I carried my camera. In
those two weeks I took 235 photos. I must have have seen things!
morning of writing this chapter, I saw things. It was right here at
home, which fitted right into what I was about to disclose, totally
a breakfast TV show, a casual conversation was about cars. The presenter mentioned
that she likes German cars, which are becoming very competitive
because of our high Dollar. She disclosed that she loves her Audi.
Austria I photographed two motor cars, which had arrived and parked right in
the central square at Altenmarkt, where I was sitting and enjoying a
crisp, beautiful morning. As I glanced the the registration
plates, adding both to total 210, my antenna went out and my camera came
out. Take a look:
BMW 0 50 CL
S 160. On
the day of writing it's the 16th. S0...?
C L 50 or
500, if anyone prefers D.
came next was rather uncanny. A third vehicle stopped and parked
beside the two. No other ones around. This third one was
registration plate KARL 3. It didn't take a Karl Einstein to now put
1, 2, 3 together to arrive at 213.
I continued my walk,
pondering it all. If I was suffering from an undiagnosed, mental condition, what name could we
give it? Who could I go and see? Aha, a car-dialogist? Or
numerologist? (As long as their name is Carl...)
my return, walking again via the central square, the three vehicles had
company; a fourth had
joined them. I was dumbfounded by its rego number. It was the total
of the other three - 213.
sage had not finished. At church the following Sunday I felt so
strongly about this, I wanted to somehow draw attention to 213.
was easy, I simply took the hymnbook and placed the ribbons, there
were several attached as marker, on the page of Hymn. 213.
that day, my diary does not lie, during a walk on the main road, I
saw a vehicle with registration plate M R 213. My dairy admits:
It's weird, it really is.
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an evening bike ride recently (Jan 2013) I made a discovery at a gas station:
I noticed the brand name for a particular product: I saw code L 50. Here' how:
play the LE (Letter elimination) game
VORTEX - Minus TEX = CAL VOR
CAR = L V
0 or L 5
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||<<< During a walk
with Mark, I suddenly became aware of colours. As we
passed a sign it was the very same colour as his T-shirt. A
second look revealed white lettering on both. When I noticed
that the post was painted in the exact same colour as other
the remaining letters on Mark's T-shirt, I took
One morning Mark made us
all laugh, especially me. We had had an electrical storm the
night before, just before going to bed. I had been standing
beside him, supervising as he cleaned his teeth.
Next came a flash and a
mighty big thunder. The lights went out, but only for a
the next morning Mark told everyone, how I had turned the
lights out, just as he was brushing his teeth. When he gets home, he would be telling his Mum.
I didn't deny the charge,
but pleaded with the prosecution: "Would you please
wait until I am back in Australia, before telling your Mum,
she might do something to me?"
Sam moa Mark (left)
with Martina and Jens. I had to keep reminding Martina,
who sat next to me at mealtimes, that I was a happily married man.
am See - the place where the rich and famous (not shown above)
spend their holiday. Many own
(A staff member took the
church in Altenmarkt, Austria. The
>>> district is called Pongau.
of us attended a church service on 19th of August. I noted that they used the
same hymnbooks as in the Allgau. I knew song No. 185, where the
lyrics are rather strange. (The judges don't judge right,
but send the innocent to jail, the Lord looks on. See Chapter
name Altenmarkt means old market. Song 185 fits very well, since
my 185 code was born* at the Markets. The opposite of old market
is: New market.
Newmarket fits in here Book 11,
16?. It was on
when I experienced the biggest storm ever, in Brisbane. I spent
many long hours, sitting it out in my tent in Newmarket, a
thought came to me while waiting to see our first grandson. Aidan
James was born five hours ago (on 18.1.13).
healthy, perfect creation.
kg, 50 cm tall.)
people and things originated in Altenmarkt: Herrmann Maier - an
alpine skier. Also a famous brand of Skies comes
from here: Atomic.
how well timed to be writing Atomic. Mister. B. Tomic (Australian Tennis
pro) is battling through
the Australian Open in Melbourne, playing Roger Federer on the day
of publishing this chapter 19.1.13.
latest: B. Tomic played well, but lost. What is Federer's
know: The consonants in his name!
all-American car rally happened to pass the church as we walked
the church there are 16 seats (numbered) in each row.
There are three large stain glass windows (shown below) above the altar.
Each window consists of 16 pains. I could not overlook 3:16, and
took the photo.
the designers all those years ago consider John 3:16?
name of this church is simple: Alte Pfarre.
I just remembered: Altenmarkt is in the district council St.Johann.
(St. John's Church would definitely fit.)
<<< On the day of our
excursion, it seemed, there were almost as many climbing the
road on two wheels, as other traffic.
I must put on my '50 things to do before I die'
bucket list: Conquer the Grossglockner Alpine Road by bicycle!
against Austria'a highest peak, the Grossklockner, 3798 m. The
48 km alpine road climbs to an altitude of 2504 metres. Drivers
have to negotiate 36 bends.
Two of the most outstanding excursions were to the Zeller See
(above). We took a ride on a boat, The view south, to the
Kitzsteinhorn, was magnificent.
A few days earlier some of us, including all three wheel-chair
bound clients, had been to the top of the Kitzsteinhorn,
elevation 3029 metres. The climb is taken in 3 different cable
cars. The views were breathtaking.
one particular cabin it was rather a squeeze, but I can only
give praise to their staff, and other places we took our group
to, the disabled were well catered for and respected.
visit to Salzburg, all of us agreed, was a must. Martina and
wheel-chair bound Phillip (above) did not want to take a boat
ride with the rest of the group. We split, so the three of us
became tourists in Mozart's birthplace Salzburg for the next
Picturesque St.Wolfgang, nestled beside the lake by the same
had the pleasure to take the three young men (below) on my own,
on an excursion to this popular lake-side resort.
found window seats, overlooking the lake, at the world-famous White
Horse Inn. Ice cream never tasted better.
Germans love their coffee and cake, especially the disabled.
During my four weeks of service, I think I ate more cakes than
the rest of the year.
Zell am See, this CAFE Kondi orei lost their T. (Aha, I just saw
why, makes sense: They only serve coffee, no T.
Just as I was taking above photo
of the castle, above the Salzach River, Phillip
jumped out of his wheelchair. (He had refused to be strapped in.) The
wheelchair suddenly empty, Martina appears to be looking as if
asking: "Where did Phillip go?".
Phillip has a very bright
mind, but his body, suffering from cerebral palsy, does not
respond as it should. How frustrating this must be? Able bodied people
can't imagine it. But all was well. Phillip just wanted a break from his chair
and walk, holding onto the handrail of the foot bridge.
man, under my care, was Steffen. He had an incredible memory
for dates. You could ask him any date, going back years, and he would
tell you what day of the week it was. With showering and shaving,
however, despite having no physical disability, he
needed some help. Otherwise, he'd be using a bottle of shampoo every
time he showers.
Steffen was very receptive
to the Gospel. We had a few good talks and he kept asking me many
questions. In the end, I think he really understood, what I tried to
teach him, that there is a God, who loves him and wants to be his best
On Sunday 19.8.12 I took
Steffen and Mark for a long walk into Altenmarkt. It was a glorious
summer's day and I was glad to be outdoors, not having to labour through
another two hours of 'Mensch argere Dich nicht'
Suddenly on the ground I saw
a piece of paper. It looked clean, as if it had just been dropped there.
Out of curiosity I picked it up and read: Gehoert Steger ...
That morning in church I had heard the name Steger.
It was spoken during a wedding announced, to be held the
following week. The surname was Steger. I smiled, because Josef was
The word Gehoert is a verb with two meanings; One - belongs to,
well as - heard.
why during an early morning walk I photographed this sign - the
names Mary and Steger. I also loved Jessner.
before this scan I saw my son in the kitchen with what looked like a beer
bottle in his hand (at 5 am !) As he was using the bathroom I
sniffed it. It was water, thank God!
May I emphasize, while
brewing beer may be an art form, drinking too much of the stuff
takes no brains at all. Real detectives don't need alcohol.
Another nice name: STIEGL,
It's the name of a Salzburg
brewery. Their slogan: Braukunst auf Hoechster Stufe. (The art
of brewing at the highest level).
Why the scan? If you look
carefully at the scribble Geh (top left), you will notice a red
spot. It's the word Stiegl, written in red. (Look under Stiegl
on the left and Geh shows through.)
(Maybe I ought to apply for a
job with a 'rare famous Belgian Detective' Pirot? Or how about
edting I brewed up: STEGER minus STIEGL = R E L I
.. ... G I O N?
a good name for a beer!
| During a brief
visit to the Altenmarkt Tourist Information Office a quick
glance at a notice board showed an interesting name: Barbara
I have no REGRETS having
Barbara WIESE. It's now years since I pointed to, what I
perceived to be, corruption at the highest level.
(Politician may regard
corruption as an art form, who knows?)
the case, Bk 3, Ch 2):
Then Government Minister Barbara Wiese
had received money from the Hotel Lobby to pass the poker machine
law in South Australia. It passed by only one vote!. Journalist
Chris Nichols, exposed the evil deeds. Instead rewarding him for
investigating the truth, they turned the tables. He was sentenced
to 4 months in jail, for not disclosing (betraying) his friend,
who helped him do it. Who knows, if other politicians received
money to vote for this curse, which we now have to live with -
poker machines in every suburb.
judgement is coming to all who do evil. God could discard this
earth tomorrow, like an artist discards an unfinished painting, then
starts all over! Proverbs 22,8 says it plainly: "He who
sows iniquity will reap sorrow..."
will be many REGRETS. But only for those, who refuse to bow to
Almighty God, who do not head the wake-up call and stubbornly
reject God's offer of rescue from damnation! They will have no
part in God's brand new work of art - heaven.
The detectives among you,
looking at above pictures, would have noticed how I took the
letter r from Wieser and placed it into Steger. If you read it
backwards, we create the word regrets. (This had also happened years
ago, in Book 7, Chapter 9).
It would not surprise me, if this element of corruption
is still active here in South Australia. I had written to my imprisoned
friend, who has now served almost 12 years of his 25 year sentence.
Everyone regards him as a monster. Only a handful know the truth, who the
monster is, a career criminal, who said one thing one day, and
something else seven years later. It landed my friend Peter in jail.
The public knows nothing about this person. They regard
him as an unfortunate victim, unless they have read and believe what I
wrote and have shown in black and white in Book 5, Chapter 13 and Book
7, Chapter 2 and probably a hundred other chapters, where I touched on
I wrote a letter to Peter Liddy for Christmas. If he ever received
it, I don't know. On his birthday I phoned the
prison and asked, if I could speak to Peter, just to wish him Happy
Birthday. Not possible! I asked, if they would pass on greetings for me? No,
can't do that either!
How hypocritical! On their website I read under Visitor Information:
To assist in prisoner rehabilitation and a successful
reintegration back into society, the Department for Correctional
Services (DCS) encourages prisoners to maintain strong links with
their family and friends during their incarceration.
It makes me think, and very angry. How can you encourage
a prisoner, when you're not even allowed to wish him happy birthday? If God would let the whole place burn
to the ground, it would
not surprise me!
On second thoughts, I should not be writing like
this. Jesus' disciples once, in a similar frame of mind, asked the
Master: "Shall we let fire fall from heaven and burn them
all?" Jesus replied: "What kind of Spirit are you
In the scriptures we are clearly shown the kind
of Spirit Jesus is operating under: "But the fruit of the
Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering (patience), kindness,
goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control." (Gal. 5, 22,
Wouldn't it be good, if all Parliaments in the
world were to make a law, that all citizens from now on must act
toward their fellow men, showing them love, living in peace, being
kind ... etc?
Verse 23 adds one small sentence: "Against
such there is no law." This means, you can't make a law that
orders humans to behave that way. Their sinful nature can't do it.
That's why all need a Saviour.
A further meaning is - if you live by this
Spirit, accepted the Saviour given, you need no other law!
When we feel like taking revenge, we only
perpetuate the cycle of violence, causing only harm to all involved.
Christ teaches forgiveness. Leave it to God. HE will bring justice
in HIS time. All will reap the harvest of what they have sown!
Christians who understand
German and are thinkers (and most
Christians do think, Mr. Dawkins*) will know the other reason I
photographed above noticeboard: It's the name Wiederkehr, the name of the
other guesthouse, right above Barbara Wieser.
WIEDERKEHR, translates into
(*Richard Dawkins is a
fervent opponent of religion. He believes science has all the answers
mankind needs to solve the worlds problems.)
Return is an interesting word. It's a verb and a noun at
the same time. As a verb, return means change direction, you're heading
the wrong way. Go back!
While Mr. Dawkins' science has made enormous
discoveries, and is still busy finding answers, what Christ offers is
the solution to all of mankind's woes - forgiveness of their sin through
As a noun, the Return gives mankind HOPE.