Autobiography Dieter R. Fischer Book 10
"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given ... and his name shall be ... Prince of Peace!"
(from Isaiah 9,6)
Prince NOI - Topone
The night before commencing this, my tenth book, the clock showed 11.36 as I retired to bed. How interesting, I thought, the numbers for tomorrow's date, June 3, 11! This morning I woke at 5.01.
Numbers and their connections has become a familiar companion in my journey. No longer are they a source of stress. They are like a familiar face among a crowd of strangers, reminding me I was not alone. Over the years they have become a companion, a friend, who simply wants to make HIS presence felt.
Not only numbers, but letters, words and names, which appear anywhere, unexpectedly, still play a big part in my thought life. Thankfully, I have come to accept these as signs of the ever present force surrounding me. I see God in these encounters.
As I write, pictures on the TV graphically illustrate yet another natural disaster; a tornado in the United States. The place name is Monson, MA. A huge church tower had fallen, Adams Market Store had received serious damage, four people are reported dead and two hundred injured.
The year 2011, more than any I remember, has begun with disaster after disaster. Massive, destructive floods continued for weeks in Australia. Roaring torrents of water caused many to lose their lives. At one stage almost 2/3 of Queensland was affected by floods.
The Pacific region was just getting over the shock of the Christchurch earthquake, when another calamity of apocalyptic proportions overshadowed it. The horrific pictures from Japan reminded viewers of the images of 2004, when an earthquake and tsunami had also caused havoc over the whole of the Pacific region.
The world is asking, what is going on? Does anybody ask after God?
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Oh, the power of words! In a regular segment in the Readers Digest Magazine a quiz appears to test readers' knowledge of words. It's called Word Power. For something to read I took a Readers Digest Magazine on a trip to Port Elliot, on South Australia's beautiful south coast.
I don't normally read everything in all editions of the magazine. Rather, as one does, I leaf through them and read what sounds of interest. On this first day of 2011 at Port Elliot, I happened to read the Word Power segment in their Nov 2010 Edition. I discovered - Code ION - or turned upside down - NOI.
You see, my numbers mind got excited, not only because this NOI code was in the 11.10 Magazine, but my discovery of it happened on 1.1.11! Take a look (especially No. 5):
Answers to Word Power, Reader's Digest, Nov 2010, Page 184.
My playful brain took the words garret and atelier, and crossed off the letters that were doubled-up. It came to G R L I E. One could do a lot with these letters. Being a pious kind of a guy I jumbled these five letters into RELIG. ION, of course, were the remaining three letters to complete the word RELIGION.
The magic of these three letters (ION >>> NOI) only came as I was emailing my little discovery to the Reader's Digest Magazine on 2.1.11:
There's a little story attached to the above photo. In an email to a TV breakfast programme I tried to explain the love-twist, which occurred as I purchased this diary. (At the time of purchase I had not yet looked very carefully at the picture. The words - I Love Yo - on the cover only entered my conscious mind after arriving home.
Doesn't the name of the TV Program I emailed this little twist to (and many more) fit very well here? SUNRISE (The very next day the Christian world celebrated the son, who rose!
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It was around sunset (6.30 PM) on April 2nd 2011, as I was driving in a westerly direction on
Grand Junction Road
in Pennington, an Adelaide
suburb. I turned on the radio. A program was broadcast from the BBC,
The first Royal that would come to mind to most English speaking people is, of course, Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II. Australians, however, in recent years have a 'home-grown' Royal to look up to: Princess Mary, born in Tasmania and wife of Prince Frederick of Denmark.
Mary and Frederick (note Frederick)
came into my mind
during those moments, as I was listening the radio, driving my car. Just
before turning into
(note Addison), listening to the BBC about monarchs, out of the corner of
my eye flashed a street name: Price Ave. Immediately my strangely wired mind
made a connection: Add a n and Price turns into Prince.
As I continued driving along Addison Road I kept pondering the incident. It took another 10 or 15 minutes to reach my destination, the suburb of Seaton. I was attending the final event of the ONE MISSION Conference, organized by the Salvation Army, but held at another church.
Only minutes into the meeting, during the first or second song, my mind made a connection - the word price, the street name, which had started my train of thought - Thank you for the cross, Lord. Thank you for the price you paid.
But the very next discovery, how I earlier came to see price / prince only came later, after the singing. I had added n, just before turning into Addison Road.
But there was more. On my way home I decided to travel via Grange Road, past the 'holy ground' of Hindmarsh Stadium. Out of the corner of eye, as happens so often, a business name flashed across my consciousness. The name fitted my story down to the letter N - NHANCED. (The N was a different colour).
There was much to think about that night, as I retired to bed. That's when a further connection came to me: This whole story had started thinking about (Mary and) Prince Frederick of Denmark. The venue where I had just been to, the large church in Seaton, was in Frederick Road.
Can it all be co-incidence? The word co-incidence in my mind is closely linked to meaningless. Life is not meaningless. If we live life thinking Godís thoughts, we will see God in all things. Life becomes an adventure. "All things will work together (link together) for good."
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Two photos taken during a Melbourne visit in May 2011:
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On TV an advertisement for a large fried chicken fast food company featured a lie. A harmless lie, perhaps; yet a lie is a lie, especially when told in front a young boy (your son). Father and son were both standing at the counter of a fast food outlet, selecting a meal from the menu. Using his mobile phone the father was speaking [to his wife at home], saying he was "in he supermarket buying groceries."
I felt stirred to email the chicken fast food company:
A UK-TV programme called Life at 5 aired in Australia on 22.2.11. (It was the day of the devastating Christchurch NZ earthquake). An expert in early childhood education said that one of the skills to help a five-year old cope better with school was ''how to tell lies'.
I could hardly believe my ears: A so-called expert, with probably more letters behind her name than healthy cells in her brain, recommended that it is quite OK to not tell the truth, when life circumstances call for it. Has she ever heard of Ten Commandments?
Such an insult toward the Holy Word of God called for a response. I emailed our ABC TV and filled in the feedback form:
Please nobody think that I included the New Zealand paragraph because it was the day of the earthquake. But I purposely made reference to telling lies in a court room. I have witnessed it.
On the day of writing this chapter, June 7th, 11, I sat in Court 7 in the Samuel Way Building in Adelaide's Victoria Square to listen to the case of Malcolm Fox. He was on trial for alleged sex charges with a 17-year old young man, going back 27 years.
Malcolm is the husband of well-known author Mem Fox, who wrote numerous children's books (Possum Magic etc). Their only child is Chloe Fox, a Member of Parliament since 2006. I recall, after I had written to all Members of Parliament about the Peter Liddy case, MP Chloe Fox was one of only two, who urged me to not ever write to her again about the Peter Liddy case.
I wonder, if after what her father is going through at this time, has she changed her mind? But more so, will she still not want to hear about another man, imprisoned on false sex charges, after reading the next chapter?
The latest developments in the Liddy case, to any fair minded person in Adelaide, must raise more doubts about Peter's guilt.
I hope and pray that Mr. Fox is not yet another victim of dubious tactics by the pedophile taskforce of the South Australian Police. They coerce young men to fabricate sex abuse, when there never was any.
Read the next chapter - that's just what I've been told happened.
Before healing comes bitter medicine. In the end you're glad you swallowed it. You are healed.