Part 19: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
BarbaraSchwarz
Usually I was never alone, but this day, this very hour everyone was
busy with something else. It was a very secure village. It was not
open air, but a closed environment. Nobody from outside could come in,
except going through a guarded checkpoint.
The woman that worked secretly for the Germans was a resident of the
village. She was no Scientologist. I recall her as a Mormon. I knew
her, because she came to our house pretty frequently to visit. I did
not like her much, because her smile did not reach her eyes. She told
me she would go downtown, it would be so nice there around this time
of the year and if would not want to come along. I did not feel like
it, so I tried to find excuses. I told her that I want to eat dinner
with Ron. She said we would be back by then and I could pick out a
nice gift for him downtown. I thought before that woman starts crying
on me that she has nobody to go with her, I'll walk with her.
I often think what would have happened if I would have not gone with
her and if the kidnapping would have not succeeded. As I know the
disgusting Germans and their criminal agents, they would have
organized to have me abused, raped, killed and threwn in the basement
of Ron's home or in Marty's family's basement and would have blamed
the good people on the atrocities.
This woman did not go shopping with me. She walked me straight to a
hotelroom in downtown Salt Lake City, in which Rosemarie Bretschneider
("RB") and some men waited. She called out: "Baerbelchen, my child!"
and tried to hug and kiss me, but I pushed her away and told her that
I am not her child and that I want to go back to our village and Ron.
The Mormon traitor woman had run off in meantime.
Note, that RB was mindcontrolled. She was the only one in the room
that did not know that I was not her child. Others were using her to
abduct me. I remember the face of the German Lutheran priest Wilhelm
Friedrich Haack and the face of a psychiatrist, a hypnotizer in that
hotelroom. (Just as a footnote: A Scientologist in Munich found the
name of the father of Wilhelm Friedrich Haack on a list of active
German Nazis, which tells you from what "good" family he came.)It also
would not surprise me to learn that RB had an affair with the psych or
Haack, but as conspirators also conspire on other conspirators, she
had no idea that she was badly used by them.
RB always made wrong friends, she was unable to read the emotions and
intentions of other people most of her life. If she would have been
smarter she would have approached Ron directly, would have told him
that she thinks that he has her child, and he would have proven to her
that I am his daughter. He would have allowed her to live in our
neighborhood, and if I would have wanted to see RB, he would have let
me see her how often I would have wanted so. He also would have
assisted RB to get her own child back, the real Baerbelchen
Bretschneider, the girl with the "Basedowsche" Illness. But as RB is
very twisted, she did the wrong thing once again, and in this case the
very criminal thing, a kidnapping.
I started to scream in that hotelroom and tried to break out. In order
to make me hush, somebody put ether on my nose and I became
unconscious. They hypnotized me in unconscious state to accept RB as
my mother and gave me commands to forget all about Ron and everybody
in the village and the village all together. I recall also a laser, a
red light that they applied to my head, to the brain, where the memory
bank is located. They killed also my memory with that procedure.
What a "mother", isn't it? This kind of mindcontrol could have gone
awfully wrong with the result of lasting mental problems for me. My
luck is only that I have a special kind of mind and help from above,
that is why I recovered from the many abuses that were done to me in
my life.
When I came to, I was in a car that was going through Nevada. The
kidnappers did not use the Salt Lake City airport to take me to
Germany. I had no clue what I did in this car. The men looked very
scary, just like real bad criminals. RB was somehow familiar to me. As
she was a woman, I thought I better stick to her.
In Germany I met my sister Ulrike again. She is two and a half years
older than I, but she too was mindcontrolled, because she accepted me
as sister instead of RB's real child, the half oriental girl with the
enormous eyes. That girl must have had terrible foster parents, who
were always willing to hand her to RB as soon as she needed to be
exchanged once more with me.
I remember that we returned to Dusseldorf and that we saw RB's German
attorney, a man with name Thoene. I bet he knew very well that RB
kidnapped the wrong child and that I belonged to Ron and not her. He
helped her and the other kidnappers to come away unpunished. Many
years later, in the 80's, I received a letter from attorney Thoene, in
which he praised RB and continued to cover up that I am an kidnapped
American girl. He sent me 100 German Marks in that letter. I knew why
he did it. He had a bad conscience and he thought that those 100 Marks
would buy him his way into heaven for his participation in the
criminal acts against me. My message to all Christians that
participated in any of the kidnappings or abuses, or knew about it and
did not report them to the proper American authorities and to L. Ron
Hubbard is following: Nobody of you will go to heaven. You will end up
where it is really very very hot!
In order to once again smudge the trail to make Ron, his detectives
and even the CIA lose me out of their sight, the German Nazi
conspiracy moved RB to Bavaria, a town with name Deggendorf, in a
really weird house. It belonged to Klara Bader and her twin brothers
Adolf and Eugene. They were fathered by a drunk and they were insane.
Adolf was an "inventor" with a leg injury that he got in WW II
fighting for the Nazis. But that did not stop him to fly with
artificial wings from the roof of the wash house. He could have landed
right on top of us children. He also walked around with an axe and one
of the other residents in the house claimed that he tried to kill him
with it. I saw the fine residents of the house killing chicken with
the axe and running around in the yard a while without a head, till it
collapsed. They had a huge garden, the total wilderness, probably two
acres of trees and thick bushes. It would have been easy to abuse and
kill a child in that garden, but RB never estimated any real danger.
When I got older, Adolf came after me. He wanted to go to the movies
with me. My sister hid when she saw the twins. It was a good idea, but
I hated the idea to sit in the bushes and wait till the air was clear,
so I rather battled whatever hostile thing came in my way. Klara
wasn't that bad. She warned RB and us of her brothers, the twins, also
that one of them tried to poison her, but RB was in no hurry to move
out. She stole me from the most sane and safe environment, the
American village and put me in an environment where nothing was safe
or sane anymore.
I wished I would be done already writing my next installment of this
series, because what is comming next is so bad and so perverted that I
still suffer from it when I think of it. It does not go away, because
Germany still favors the terrible medical, sexual and emotional abuse
of an innocent five year old girl, that was me.
Barbara Schwarz, December 9, 2002