Wasn't it Voltaire who said that the probability of having tived twice
is a high as having lived once? If people lough about others that
believe in past lives, do they also lough about those that believe
that there is a heaven, in which they are reunited with their dead
relatives and God? Is the belief in a heaven less unreal than the
belief in past lives? Or are those that don't believe in anything but
hate and lies just the biggest fools? We agree all on one thing: We
know that people are born and that they die. We know that a person is
more than just a bunch of meat and that the spirit existed before
birth and after death. It is time to ask the spirits scientifical
questions as to where they came from. And I know when they are asked
as Ron originally had worked it out, they reply with precise past
lives.
Before I continue with my personal story, let me say a few words about
clones. You heard of Nibs Hubbard. Ron never would have fathered him
and could have not fathered him, because Ron was much too young for
that. Nibs is a clone, so is Jack, the one who played L. Ron Hubbard
before he was officially declared dead by the Church of Scientology.
The real L. Ron Hubbard was medically murdered in May 1984. How do I
know? Because Ron and I are spiritually connected and I felt the exact
minute of his death. I was in Los Angeles at this time and Ron wanted
to come to see me. To prevent that, the German Nazi secret service
ordered their agents to rush in and to inject him with a deadly drug.
He died with my name on his lips. I felt this moment so terribly that
I thought it is the end of the world.
How difficult can it be to clone somebody? All you need is to
fertilize an egg with sperm, add certain cells from the original to it
and you got your clone. I am sure that Hitler's "Lebensborn" was not
just a brothel. Remember Hitler wanted a child from any German woman.
As I know the Germans, they had their medical doctors in there and
they experimented with solen sperm and ovum and cloned madly around.
They all pull our legs by lying to us that no human being was ever
cloned. The Germans clone secretly since centuries.
A clone is actually nothing else than a sort of artifical twin, but it
does not mean that the clone is of the same character of the original
or has his or her abilities. If you help a thetan (spirit) with
criminal past lives to a body that is cloned and looks like Ron's, you
don't get a genious and devine human being as L. Ron Hubbard, you get
a Nibs or a Jack or somebody like it.
Still not convinced that human clones are a reality? What do you make
of Saddam Hussein's doubles? Scientists have big problems to keep them
apart. Those are no "look-a-likes" anymore, those are clones.
Have a closer look at home. Did you ever watch the actor that plays
President George W. Bush on Jay Leno's Tonight Show? I am sure I can't
be the only person that has eyes in her head. This actor is a clone of
President George G. Bush. If President Bush and this actor would
compare their DNA, they would find the evidence of illegal secret
cloning right there.
It are the Germans that unrespectfully of everybody steal ovum, sperm
and cells and clone all over the world. That is why clones are also
known by a German name, which is "Doppelgaenger".
However, back to my abduction from the United States to Germany when I
was a child: There must be extensive records hereto in the CIA, the
NSA, other secret services, the FBI, Interpol, other DOJ offices,
other governmental offices and also NARA. All those records were
illegally denied to me by those governmental agencies that are
secretly German infiltrated to cover up my abduction and L. Ron
Hubbard's and President Eisenhower's activities to get me back.
The Germans had such a bad conscience that they later issued a birth
certificate on my name, saying that I am born, but made no entry in
the important field as to where I was born. They drawed a big line
through this field. According to the Germans I am born in no country
at all. I fell from the sky.
Anyway, I was back in that village that belonged to Marty's family. I
remember his mom and his dad. They are wonderful people. I recall she
was a very beautiful blonde woman and her first name was Elizabeth,
and that Marty's dad's name was Claude. I remember his grandparents, a
great grandmother, somebody very special and able with first name
Harvey. They all lived with each other in loving peace. There was also
at least one older brother, who's first name I recall with Phillip.
As Ron was paralized and blind, he could not take care of me as he
wanted, so Elizabeth did. She treated me with the same loving care as
she treated her own children. She was million times a better mother to
me as Rosemarie.
And there was of course Marty. He was the only one who could get me
away from Ron's lap. He was the cutest and perfect little boy that you
can imagine. I remember that he walked me through parts of the village
and explained to me everything what he had discovered. He was a few
months younger than I, but you never would have guessed that. Already
back then he was the absolute gentleman. One day he asked me if I
would marry him. I told him, yes, I would, because I already knew so
very young, that it just can't get better than being married to Marty.
I remember that I hopped on Ron's lap and told him that Marty asked me
to marry him and that we would marry in a little while. He smiled.
But I also have memories that Marty was abducted from the village for
a while and everyone was devastated, but he was found again. Then it
was my turn again to be kidnapped.
Read in sequel number 18 about President Eisenhower and also something
about President Kennedy.
Barbara Schwarz, December 7, 2002