|THE WINNER GAVE IT ALL|
God's CV - Curriculum vitae: - Psalm C.V. (100.5)
"For the LORD is good; His mercy is everlasting; and His truth endures to all generations."
5. Four days - one month
It can't be!
In the back of my mind a whisper of a thought had clung to a brain cell. It would not let go. A friend had mentioned about the timing of hurricane Irene, which had just lashed New York and the US East Coast. He pointed out that, not long before Irene, gay marriage had become legal in New York.
This thought would not let go: How long was the time-span between lawmakers passing this law and Irene causing death and destruction?
I saw a parallel to what had happened in Australia in 2006. In a landmark decision our Parliament in Canberra had passed a law, which gave the abortion pill UR 486 the green light. One month and four days later cyclone Larry hit the East Coast of Australia. It was one of the biggest ever to hit our continent. The ferocious storm devastated towns and villages and destroyed 90% of Australia's Banana crop. Their price skyrocketed.
A little inspirational thinking revealed the reason, why the thought of Irene would not let go. My mind travelled to Hollywood, California. In Bk. 6, Ch. 1 you read my experience of hearing an audible voice speak mysteriously. It was a man's voice. I had not heard any such spooky voice before or since. The voice had said: "Four more months!" (This was in 2007, exactly 4 years, 4 months and 14 days before this chapter).
On July 24th 2011 in New York gay marriage became legal. Irene hit New York on August 28th. My thought had proved correct. As it was with RU 486 and Larry, the time-span in between was one month and four days.
Four days earlier the region had already been through a frightening experience, a once-a-century earthquake. The time of the quake was reported as 1.51 PM. On the 24-hour clock this is written as 13.51 Hours. The quake measured 5.8 on the Richter scale.
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Back in Australia, for most of 2011 the price of bananas had once again soared to very high levels. The reason was a massive storm earlier in the year. Cyclone Yasi, as it was called, hit the Queensland Coast and once again caused enormous damage. As if history was repeating itself, it made landfall also on Queensland's north coast and again destroyed the banana crop.
At the time I had thought, what a strange name - Yasi ! Read it backwards it becomes - i say. The centre of Yasi made landfall at a place called Mission Beach. This is the same beach I had visited during my big bike-ride in 2009. I had written in the sand on Mission Beach - Mission possible. (Pic. Bk 8, Chapter 9).
Friends - God is speaking to a world that needs waking up!
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Hours before putting these words to print I had an encounter with a German TV station. Watching the DW Asia Journal the female presenter was wearing a red dress and black blouse. Perhaps this made me take more notice? As she commented on the stock market, saying that the DAX rose almost 1%, I looked at the graphic shown. It actually showed an arrow going down 0.94%.
Unless I was mistaken the presenter should have said: ab, but instead said auf. Next, the word AB registered and all went wild from there.
The short 1/2 hour program ended with a report on Swedish car maker SAAB. Unlike German car makers, SAAB was reported not doing very well. The segment concluded by showing the slogan (in English): With Power comes Responsibility.
That's when it hit me: SA AB. SA is pronounced like saw, past tense of 'to see'. Do I really see too much? I did see more. Right through the journal's economic report stock market figures scrolled across the screen. The same ones kept coming up. That of BAYER took my attention. The share price was shown as 44.44 + 1.
It all suddenly made sense: the letters BA and Y.ER. HE (German ER) always makes sense.
I sent a brief email via their feedback form. Selecting the country of origin, as a joke I ticked: SAO TOME and PRINCIPE, the tiny, Portuguese speaking island nation off West Africa. At least the first two letters are correct - SA (South Australia).
In the PS I wrote: "Bin ik wieder ein Schelm heute". (Translated: I am a larrikin again today.) It's a famous quote by German comedian / actor Heinz Erhardt. Mr. HE / ER passed a way in 1979 in Hamburg. (I recall my parents laughing at his funny, entertaining jokes and poems.)
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Again, only moments before this writing I re-read one of my most compelling chapters in any of my books. Every time I read this chapter (Book 5, Chapter 13, about the Liddy case) I can't comprehend, why my friend is still left to linger in prison. The latest later in this chapter).
Thanks to modern technology, as I was reading I was able to listen on the computer to a beautiful song on the radio. I had tuned into Southern Star, New Zealand's Christian Radio. Then it happened again, as it does so often in my experience. Just as I was reading the word reason (half-way down the page) the same nano-second it was sung on radio. The song was: "We are the reason ...that Jesus suffered and died...".
WE HAVE A WINNER ! Paris, July 24th 2011.
On the day of Cadel's superb victory my wife and I also had a reason to celebrate. It wasn't quite like winning the TDF, no grand-standing on the podium or cheers during a street parade. I can't even recall a kiss on the cheek, let alone two, which every TDF stage winner got. Still, the calendar assured me, it was our 40th wedding anniversary. I had survived 40 years in the wild...!
That day was a Sunday. Things often happen on Sundays. One thing happens very regularly. I'd be watching TV early on Sunday Morning. I would hear a hymn sung during a broadcast and the same hymn would be sung later in church. On Sunday 21.8.11 this strange phenomena played out even further.
I woke at 5.08 AM and tuned into the Hour of Power (HOP), from the Crystal Cathedral in LA. The choir was in the middle of singing "It is well with my soul". Later in church a member of the band played the same song as a superb solo on her French horn. Later it was sung again as benediction.
Another song that same morning in church was 'Make me a channel of your peace'. It was rather uncanny, but as we arrived back home at around 11.40 AM, I tuned into the TV to watch the remainder of the BBC's Songs of Praise (SOP). The first song I heard was presented by 4 young ladies dressed in red: 'Make me a channel of your peace', It was amazing to hear and watch. Two of the four singers, this is how I viewed it, wore black belts.
(In my diary I marked that day as SOP/HOP Sunday. But I won't mention this to my wife. She may interpret this as a sign to ... SHOP?
Another weird phenomena takes place regularly. As I am watching my religious early Sunday morning TV programs, I hear a word spoken, but on the screen a different word would come up. The differences are only minor, but my playful mind finds amusement in it.
On Sunday 14/8, for example, I was listening to Brian Houston preach. I forgot which verse it was, but the word he had spoken, quoting a scripture, was - be. On the screen I read instead - is. I could not help it. My mind registered the two words - is and be.
The amusing part about is and be came in church. Only hours after that sermon by Brian Houston the words be and is crossed my path during the very first hymn we sung that Sunday morning: Thine be the glory.
Now take a close look at the other version of that song, in the scan on the right:
More outside the box thinking: Combine BE and IS and translate
into German = beis = to bite !
A very similar scenario occurred during another early morning TV program on 31.7.11. It was also a preacher from a Sydney Church. Keith Garner from Wesley Mission spoke the word them, while the text on the screen came up as it. So what action did I take? I emailed it to them?
There was, however, another part to this story, which took me into another direction. Keith's guest that Sunday morning was a lady with an amazing life story. Her book As black from White tells in brutal honesty how low she had sunk in life, and how God took her and raised her up. She now is a member of a [victorious] church.
Here is what is printed on the back cover of her book:
(May I add, Sally ... because God is ... all ys).
Toward the end of the TV program Sally told how she met her new husband. A photo of her wedding came up on the screen. "Hey," I thought to myself, "isn't that ...?"
The bridegroom in the wedding photo looked like a man I had met only two, perhaps four, times in my life. I wasn't sure, however, if it was the man I once met at Victory church, another time right outside his house, about a kilometre away from us. I googled the TV program. When I saw on the website that Sally was from South Australia I had to check it out.
The next morning, the date was 1/8, I took my dog for a walk. It was as much my curiosity as testing my sanity. Did I simply see too much and imagine things? Part of me, however, wondered, if the Holy Spirit had been leading me and I was meant to be somewhere?
For this reason I prayed, as my Fox Terrier Becky and I walked up Nelson Road: "If it really was the lady on the TV and she lives in that house, Lord, please let her be outside [in the yard or driveway]." I did this because I did not want to knock on a stranger's door, making a fool of myself by asking: "Was that you on television yesterday?"
But so it was! As I walked past that particular house I paused briefly. Becky took a sniff in the grass and lifted one leg, when suddenly the door of the vehicle in the driveway opened. A lady got out. As she turned I knew immediately it was Sally. It really was her, who I had seen on television at 5.40 am the day before.
During the brief chat in her driveway Sally gave me a signed copy of her book. We both agreed, how good God is, and that nothing is impossible with HIM. As Becky and I continued our long walk down Kelly Road, I felt the same way I had in 2003, when I had arrived at a bus shelter in Riverside California. The poster had read: You have come to the right place!
Ever since then I see the word Riverside pop up again and again - read on.
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From the diary 1.8.11:
"Now, is this the deal we wanted? No!"
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After church, on our wedding anniversary day, a person approached us, asking if we'd be driving anywhere near a certain bus station. A lady needed to catch a bus to visit her son. Without hesitating I volunteered to drive her right to her son's hospital.
The lady talked almost non-stop for the whole 25 minutes. I didn't mind. She was wearing a name tab. Her name was Sandy Roe. In between the tragic story of her son, who had been injured in a serious car crash, I heard much data, which somehow fitted my codes: 44, NT, 9.
On my way home I picked up another clue as I drove through North Adelaide. How could I have missed taxi plate No. 2407 on my wedding anniversary?
Two days later, having forgotten all about Mrs. Sandy Roe a lady psychiatrist was interviewed on TV. It was not her, but there was not much difference in their names - Sandy Rae.
Two days prior to this writing my path crossed with another lady, a Federal politician in Canberra. She also has a very interesting name, most likely of Catholic parents: Mary Josephine. If I were to play with it, I would view it as Mary & Joseph ie n.
This lady is in some trouble after allegedly walking out of a supermarket on Dec. 15th, 2010, without paying for groceries worth $ 92.92. She then is alleged to have assaulted a security guard. One online page ( ABC 702 Sydney) reports: CCTV footage of the incidence has been erased! Makes one wonder, how much truth can be established?
Having done some uncharacteristic things while under extreme stress myself, the Senator may have acted strangely when things got too much for her. The time of the offence was only 10 days before Christmas, which also is her birthday!
The court heard her case on Friday 1/9 at 9.30 AM. There were two brief hearings. First in Court 20, then in Court 18. Taking the lift downstairs I noticed that most of her entourage (lawyers, family members, media) exited on the first floor. My numbers brain kicked in - 18 x 20 [+ 1].
While waiting outside the crowded courtrooms I noticed a stocky man with short hair. At first it looked like he was giving two female police officers some trouble. But nothing developed. As he walked past me, I noticed the lettering on his clothing: RIVERSIDE POWER BAR.
Another politician in serious trouble is the Member for Dobell, Craig Thomson MP. His wrong-doings are more serious, but have not resulted in criminal charges at this point. During his time as Union boss he allegedly used a union's credit card to pay for prostitutes and escort services. The gentleman has a striking resemblance to a person I know. His name is Chris (- Craig = SAG H).
Whilst Senator Jo-Fisher's position in the Senate in Canberra is not crucial, if the Gillard Government loses any of her Labour MPs or the support of any of the three independents, Labor could lose Government. In December Labor is holding a major Conference, where, among other items on the agenda, same-sex marriage will be debated.
Will Julia Gillard have the strength to stand by her statement that marriage is between a man and a woman? The Green Party, whose support she needs to be in Government, is very much pro-gay marriage. The Green's leader and at least one Green MP are both openly gay. What Australia needs is a Mann back, sorry Bachmann.
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Do I think too much, see too much or both? Can one think too much, see too much and keep sane? Two weeks ago a leaflet in our letterbox had advertised a garage sale just around the corner. I didn't need anything, but thought that it's still a good opportunity to meet people in your neighbourhood. I took little Becky for a walk.
There was nothing I needed or wanted at the garage sale, or so I thought. Until on a table, among lots of other bric-a-brac I spotted something we really could do with. In a small box box were decorations for a 90-year birthday party - large silver numbers, two banners, even some serviettes with 'Happy 90th birthday' on it. This was exactly a week before my mother-in-law Agnes was turning 90. The price tag ($ 5) for a garage sale was a little high. But I did not hesitate and bought it.
Later, it dawned on me. Was I meant to buy this item? Was the Holy Spirit leading me to visit this garage sale, the first I had been to in many months? Why did I think so?
Look at the numbers - $ 5, 90th birthday ... all we need is a 6 to create 5096, the postcode of our suburb Para Hills. It so happened, the house number of the garage sale was - 6.
Agnes, who also lives in postcode 5096, was going to celebrate her birthday with her sons in Sydney. She was to fly the very next day (Sunday August 21). After buying the 90-year decorations (for later use) I walked to her flat to pick up her vehicle. We normally park it at our place, when she goes away.
After I got there and rang the doorbell, however, everything changed. Instead of Agnes answering the door, her neigbour Faye did. (Note the name). She looked rather concerned. Mildly surprised I entered the small flat and saw Agnes sitting on the floor. She was in agony. She had had a fall only minutes earlier, after Faye had knocked on her door, wanting to wish her a good trip to Sydney.
Agnes was pointing to her upper thigh as the location of her pain. I immediately phoned for an ambulance and informed Isobel. Within 1/2 hour Agnes was on the way to hospital. No way would there be a trip to Sydney, certainly not the scheduled flight the next day.
Where is this leading to, I hear you ask? I made a remarkable, somehow weird, observation, just before leaving Agnes' little flat. On the couch lay a magazine. It was still open. It must have been the one Agnes had been reading, when the doorbell rang. Two words popped out from the heading - break and bones.
I retrieved the magazine from her flat as I was writing this (on 3/9/11). It was still on the couch, still open to page 4:
Warcry Magazine, August 6th, 2011, P.4
Text: Don't take a break. Look after your bones now to help prevent osteoporosis.
Isobel accompanied her mother to hospital. I had an appointment for a hair cut first. As if I didn't have enough to think about that day, more happened. As she cut my hair, my hairdresser asked me, if I knew any more about Damian. She meant Damian Echols, one of the Memphis Three, who was found guilty of murdering three young boys in 1993. The case had obviously grabbed attention around the world. Initially Damian had been sentenced to death for this crime he did not commit.
How ironic, a few hours after my hair cut, when for the first time in many months we spoke about the case, I was flicking through the TV Channels. Suddenly I heard an announcer mention the name - Damian Echols. I was all ears. SBS TV News reported that Damian Echols, along with two other prisoners, was going free after 18 years in a US jail. The strange part - he and the two others had to plead guilty to walk free!?
Before reporting on my innocent friend in jail in Adelaide, another US case - Father Gordon MacRae. He refused to plead guilty to sexual abuse charges. And why not, if he had not done anything wrong? Sadly, insisting on the truth turned the priest's life into a nightmare.
Here is what fellow writer Charlene C. Duline reports about the case:
Can you believe it - a prosecutor blowing up false abuse charges to boost his chances to gain a high position? Can you see the parallel to the Liddy case? The accuser had a criminal record, both as a juvenile and adult! This did not seem to matter in the slightest. The judge and prosecutor needed a conviction at any cost. Why believe a Catholic Priest, when you can believe a man with a long criminal record?
Had Father MacRae pleaded guilty (telling a lie) he would have been imprisoned and probably freed after two or so years. Thank God for people, who love the truth, even if this truth infuriates a judge and and a persecutor. Father Gordon MacRae is serving 33 years minimum imprisonment for crimes he never committed. He is standing up for the real truth, the truth which will free HIM in the end.
Friends, it's the end that matters. And the end will come!
(Read more on this case in Duline's blog).
Closer to home the case of my friend Peter Liddy appears to have reached a dead-end. In a letter dated August 23rd, 2011 the Official Secretary to our Governor informed me along those lines:
I took a look at this ACT and Section 369:
I am not a lawyer. It may take years of studying law to understand such legal jargon. However, may I ask the Attorney-General, what part of doubtful does he not understand, when a key witness, a convicted career criminal has clearly stated that he was never abused as a child, but then comes up with horrendous abuse allegations, which landed a senior magistrate in jail for now ten years?
This shocking truth, and other vital information, is being hushed up. Certain individuals know, however. Not only have I made it public here, on my website, I have written personal letters to the Governor, the Attorney-General, the Police Commissioner and many TV and radio journalists and clergymen. All must know, but have decided to keep silent. To have Peter as a scapegoat is more convenient than the inconvenient truth.
The people of Adelaide are misinformed, some are misguided, like the Governor's private secretary. He wrote in his letter what many use as an excuse to not probe any further: Because three or five boys came forward with abuse allegations, it must be true. That there are boys, as well as the President of the Surf Life Saving Association, who vouched in court for Peter's impeccable behaviour, is seldom mentioned. I repeat myself: Why let the truth get in the way of a good story?
But more than that. Those officials, who I had sent a copy of the damning evidence against Witness A.W, have a legal obligation to inform me about their findings. Here is why (I'm repeating what I wrote in Book 9, Chapter 2):
Does 'outcome of any investigation' mean, if the public official decides to not bother investigating anything at all, can he or she simply inform the whistleblower: "Thanks for your information. But nothing at all has been done or will be done in this matter". (Now buzz off you troublemaker!)
Above law, as so many others, may not be worth the paper written on or it's equivalent in bulldust. Unless you find a $ 200 per hour lawyer, who might look at it, before putting it into the too-hard basket - and still charge you through the nos for doing absolutely nothing.
The least I had hoped for was that the key-witness A.W is being interviewed in relation to the damning statement he had made. If there were logical reasons, something I had not thought of or known about, I could accept the Attorney-General's reasoning, and the Governor's decision to reject my plea. Nobody ever has addressed this issue and brought forward a logical explanation to reason with.
In a few days it will be ten years (on 7.9.11) that Peter Liddy was sentenced to 25 years jail. Peter's life changed forever.
Four days later on 9 / 11 an event happened, which none of us, who are old enough, will ever forget!
Friends, I am not an advocate for a Republic. But what is the point of the having a Queen, if she and her Governors simply rubber-stamp everything politicians do? With power comes responsibility.
I am not sure, if US Presidents have ever been petitioned regarding the imprisoned Father Gordon MacRae. One thing I am sure, our South Australian Governor (and all the other officials, clergy and media I have informed) has a lot to answer for, if or when Mr. Liddy in the end is exonerated.
I am praying this will happen.
Unlike politicians, kings and governors - God does not have a too-hard basket.