|Chapter 1 Written / Published 20.7. / 28.7.15 Pics by author, unless indicated|
As I commenced this chapter, the first in my 14th book, a football match here in Adelaide attracted a record crowd. Two teams, English Premier League Club Liverpool FC and Adelaide United, both called the Reds, played a friendly match at Adelaide Oval. The host team had to don, for the first time ever, a yellow strip while Liverpool played (and won 2:0) in their traditional red.
I loved watching the bright red and yellow colours against the green lawn. The highlight for Liverpool fans was, no doubt, the moment the stadium erupted into their theme song: 'You'll never walk alone.'
"Walk on, with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone!"
Before travelling overseas in the next chapter, read here what transpired, as I wrote about this football match. Firstly, however, a brief look back at Book 13. There was an instant, surprising response. At the end, justice is still crying out in Adelaide. There are lot's of traumatised people...!
God never promised that there won't be dark valleys we have to go through. HE did promise, however, HE will go through with us.
WINNA at 103
It is almost inevitable, after publishing a chapter in my autobiography, that things cross my path soon after, which match what I had just written. Over the years this pattern has taken place so many times, should it surprise us still?
In this case, yes, because there was a response before my writing had even appeared online. What should I make of this? Could it be coincident? You be the judge!
At the end of my previous chapter (Book 13, 10) you read about my surprise encounters with the word MINE. Eager to publish the chapter as planned on Saturday 18th July, I changed my mind. I felt led by the Holy Spirit to wait. Not until later that night, did God show me the reason - more mine appeared in a bible study booklet.
But there was more, more mine (Note more/mine). How could I not notice the word mine in church the very next morning, only an hour or two after uploading the chapter? It came in the lyrics in the very first line of the first song we sang: 'My Jesus I love thee, I know thou art mine'.
But it was the word mine, a little later that day, in a different setting, which really blew my mine, sorry mind. My wife had bought the Sunday Mail, our only Sunday Newspaper. She casually showed me a cartoon on page 62. Take a look:
Readers may think I'm digging too deep with the following, final word MINE. (Pardon the fun.) A day or two after the previous chapter I rescued a book from the trash bin. My wife had decided to throw it, when I took a closer look at the slightly tattered, very old book. It was a Collins Graphic English Dictionary, age unknown. As I looked through casually, not expecting anything, I suddenly notice the word mine on the bottom of every page, from page 1 to page 1167:
Collins Graphic English Dictionary, page 1061 - winner etc.
One question that has often been asked in recent days: Are we alone in this vast universe? TV Channel Nine, minutes before this writing, broadcast a brief segment interviewing a futurologist, who is convinced that we are not alone. Physicist and Cosmologist Stephen Hawking is supporting the push by scientists to search for life in space, despite the high cost and the danger of being taken over by hostile aliens, if indeed there were any.
That we are not alone is true. But to be searching for water on Pluto, or trying to capture coded radio signals from outer space is futile. Only GOD and HIS huge host of angels exist somewhere in the heavens, but they live in a completely different dimension, a different realm altogether, to us.
A verse in the book of Obadiah comes to mind. The Prophet passed judgement on the people of Edom, who arrogantly thought they were invincible:
Instead of looking for water on Mars, would it not be better to channel those vast amounts of money, effort and energy into providing clean drinking water for all on earth? In the 21st century children are still dying for lack of fresh drinking water. Others don't have a toilet, one of life's most basic necessities.
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Certificate No. 00546 - Flight to the Moon.
For 46 years I have been checking my mailbox eagerly, hoping to hear from TWA. Are they still waiting for the appropriate time? (If they're waiting for a blue moon, as I write in July 2015, would be a good time. There are two blue moons, on the 2nd and 31st.)
Maybe I should write to them: "Since I have retired from the workforce I could take the trip anytime, not only on the weekend?" This July would suit me. (Mother-in-law has indicated, she'd sponsor me, but only one way, ha ha).
Jokes aside, rather than waiting for an airy-fairy trip to the moon, I am looking forward to that journey, which will take me to a special place, a mansion in another realm, prepared for those, who trust in Jesus:
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In late April 2015 the head of South Australia's Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) arranged a public hearing into the complaints process against SAPOL, South Australia's Police. When I initially checked their website, as to the dates of the hearing, things did not add up - Thursday April 24th 2015 was not a valid date!
I phoned to point out the error and enquired about the location. The event was held at the Riverside Centre 7th floor, Room 3 and was open to the public. The dates were April 23rd, 24th and 28th. (Naturally, my maths skills added these to 75, Code 5/3?)
On the final day of the hearing, Tuesday April 28th, I rode my GIANT into the city of Adelaide real early to ensure I would get a seat. En route in North Adelaide, two observations, no three, puzzled me: At the traffic lights near Christ Church two vehicles turned across my path. I could hardly have missed them.
The first was a large sedan, which displayed a flag on its bonnet, much like a diplomatic vehicle from another country would do. Except, this one displayed a white skull on a black background, if I remember the colours correctly. What country in the world would such a diplomat come from? Not Deutschland; Deathland perhaps?
The second vehicle, following right behind the above, carried a rare, registration plate. It consisted of one number only - 9. The location happened to be, co-incidentally, less than a kilometre away from TV Channel 9. Of course, since these vehicles were moving, I was unable to catch a photograph.
But I snatched a photograph seconds later, after the traffic lights changed. I had spotted a pedestrian walking on the other side of the road. There was nothing unusual about this walker, at least not to anybody else. As he crossed in front of me I took the picture below, for a reason:
Had I known in advance that the ICAC Commissioner had called for submissions from the public, I may have alerted him to the way my whistle-blowing to a former police Commissioner was handled. My letter, which I had personally delivered to his office, was ignored. It was probably thrown straight into the trash bin.
One lady at this hearing had made a submission. She had lost two sons. The death of one, because it involved police, prompted her to approach the PCA, the police complaints authority. Here is her tragic story, as written in our newspaper:
Can you believe it? You are threatened with death by somebody, you go to police because you fear for your life, give the name of the potential murderer and ... nothing! Two days later you're dead, killed by that very person you sought protection from!
Somebody didn't do their job. One can understand two or three errors, but 49 (forty-nine)?
At the conclusion of the hearing I got talking to a lady whom I knew. She told me, why she was there, another member of the public, bullied by an arrogant police officer.
The big fine was not was upset her the most. It was the way this particular, arrogant officer had treated the young lady. Her battle with police is not yet over. Justice is crying out for all those traumatised, abused people, bullied by those who we should be able to trust for safety.
One statistic stood out in my mind, as I sat and listened in Room 3 at the Riverside Centre. In the four years since 2011 only three complaints against police (out of the many received - 1000s perhaps?) had been brought before the courts! This small number speaks either of a very well behaved police force, or complaints by those who were bullied ended up straight in the bin!
After concluding his investigations, and above hearings, the ICAC Commissioner's findings included one major change: The Police Complaints Authority should not be the body investigating complaints against police officers. (The head of the PCA had actually called for the abolition of his own department!)
Across the river of Adelaide's Riverside precinct a more joyous event took place on 20th July 2015. Britain's Premier League Football team Liverpool FC visited our town to play a friendly match against our Adelaide United. This much anticipated game was played in front of 53 008 spectators, a record for any football (soccer) game in our State. The Sunday Mail Newspaper, eight days before the event, devoted 3/4 of a page to promote the friendly match.
The headline read: "They're ready to roll out the Reds carpet." (Both teams are called Reds). The image that went with the article had me thinking: Take a look:
Sunday Mail 12th July 2015, Page 13.
This takes my creative, active brain on a train of thoughts from a simple observation on TV to a place, where 3 years ago I shook hands with a man named AL. (Bk. 11, 9).
The NBC's Today Show, on Sunday, 26th July 15, featured the headline: "Hey look, a new book". I had only just tuned into the broadcast (a repeat on Australia's Channel 72) when I saw it. Naturally, the timing of it immediately drew my attention. It was only a day, or less, before I was to publish the first chapter of this, my new book.
The show continued with a report about 103-year old Loren Wade, who was still working every at a Wal-Mart Store. His story was inspiring to watch, especially for us older folk. The old gentleman sounded like a real winner. Little wonder, he has lived all his life in a place called Anfield, sorry Winfield, Kansas.
The TV show now had my full attention. Not that I was looking for things, but somehow, it's difficult to explain, I felt that something was brewing. When moments later I watched a segment about the NYC SALT program (Aha, AL right in the centre) an unusual name made me play my doubled-up letters elimination game (as in the grey box earlier):
GRISEL ISIDOR - Remove letters R, I, S >>> G E L D O >>> D O G (E) L.
In Chapter 7 of Book 13 you will read about a puppy dog. I named the chapter after it - MR. L. This dog, actually named Wrangler, is learning to be a guide dog, a Learner (L) as it were. This pet has been part of the Today Show ever since. In my thinking, therefore, the title of the 'Hey look, a new book' makes sense: 'What pet should I get'?
When I titled this Book 14, and designed its graphic, highlighting AL, I had no idea that the names of Liverpool football players would crop up. Neither did I imagine that at the end it would lead to the name AL.
AL is a member of the NBC Today team, the home of Wrangler, the L DOG.