Part 20: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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confront absolute evil, and I mean it!
Rosemarie Bretschneider ("RB"), was married to Heinz Bretschneider, a
German, wo she knew since childhood. He was not at all like Ron, but
he looked a lot like him when he was young. He just was another clone
put there by the Germans to try to mislead me thinking it would be
Ron. Heinz and Rosemarie cheated on each other. She had that affair
with Iranian business man Mohammed Kermantschi while being married to
Heinz, and with the help of German attorney Thoene she tricked Heinz
in thinking that the real Barbara "Baerbel" Bretschneider is his
child. That girl however looked so oriental, that he, the redhead got
suspicious. RB had to admit that it was not his child, but because he
also had cheated on her, he agreed to pay child support and let that
girl have his last name.
I am certain that Heinz knew that I was Ron's daughter and President
Eisenhower's granddaughter and kidnapped from the United States. As
the real "Baerbel" was not this flesh and blood, but this one of his
former Iranian friend Kermantschi, he went along with this conspiracy.
- Heinz died while being only in his 50's and his dead was mysterical.
He dropped dead in front of the TV, caused allegedly by a blood clot.
RB still being married to Heinz, met Frank Bown, an U.S. citizen, a
sergenant first class of the U.S. Army stationed in Germany. He was a
tall and really handsome man and his looks also reminded me strongly
of Ron. I liked Frank Brown and I was hoping he would take me to
America. Today I am absolutely sure that he was working for the CIA
and that he had the order to bring me back to the United States, to L.
Ron Hubbard, my dad. But he didn't. RB got pregnant by him and he left
her later for another woman and moved back to the United States. Brown
is the biological father of RB's last child, but I also know that this
boy was exchanged. They gave her my brother also named Frank instead
of her own son. When she was handed little Frank, she tried to refuse
the child, because she was convinced that he was not her son. She was
right, but later accepted him, because he was a really wonderful
little boy. She wrote on his baby photos " The little President",
because she too saw the striking resemblence with President
Eisenhower, but she thought it was just an eerie coincidence.
The Germans infected out food with germs with the result that my
sister and I always had colds and tonsillitis. Her perverted doctors
gave her the advice to put us in a hospital to get the tonsils out,
while she would deliver her child in meantime. RB unable and too
foolish to read what was behind that proposal agreed and did just
that, instead just being there for her "children" during and after the
surgery.
In the pediatric hospital of Straubing I was seperated from my sister
Ulrike. I don't believe she was as badly abused in that hospital as I
was, because her memories are different, but she too was
mindcontrolled to accept a very altered sister just three days later.
Same was done to RB.
I believe my memories to the United States, my grandfather Dwight, Ron
and Marty came back to me, this is why the Germans (all organized by
their perverted secret services) decided I need to be completely
ruined. I soon would go to school and the Germans wanted to make sure
that I can't get a higher education.
It was in June 1960 and I fully dressed in street clothes walked in a
room of his hospital clinic. The doctor, with name Ahorn was hiding in
the shadows of the room, but I could still see him. He was young and
somehow overweight. He wore no white hospital uniform but street
clothes. I thought that is no good man, he will going to hurt me, but
I thought he just will stick me deliberately painfully with a needle
or will remove the tonsils barbaric. I wished I would have screamed as
loud as I could, but I always told myself to be strong, brave and to
confront whatever comes my way all by myself.
He finally came out of the shadow, told me to sit in a chair. He
avoided eye contact with me completely. He took a linnen over my nose,
poured some liquid on it and told me to count to ten. I just came to
number two, then I was unconscious. When I woke up I had the feeling I
was days gone. I was suddenly dressed in a nightshirt that did not
belong to me. My hair was not more shiny and braided, but open and
filthy. I also had lots of headlies. I was not more able to tie my
shoe laces after that and I could not more count, as I could before. I
could not remember my English anymore, I could not write anymore, I
had a broken nose that was pulled also long, I had broken bones all
over my body and I lost all my happiness. The first thought that came
to my mind was that I don't want to live anymore.
Later I was able to puzzle together how I got in that state. I
recalled in detail as to what happened to me. It was a Friday
afternoon and Nazi doctor Ahorn stuffed me unconscious in a bag and
carried me to his car and drove me in his garage. His lesbian wife and
a psychiatrist and hyponitizer were waiting there. I am not walking
you step by step through the monsterous abuse, I will go through that
as quickly as I can. I just list to you briefly some of what they did
to me.
They stipped me naked, sexually abused me, they showed me porno
movies, they made me inhale cigarettes, pot and other drugs, they drew
me in garbage dumpsters, they urinated and ejaculated over me, they
digged a hole and burried me abive. They also took another drive with
me, made me bungee jump, they trhew me in a stable with pigs, the
grabbed me by the hair and pulled me along, they took my legs and
swirled me through the air hollering numbers, they threw me in icecold
water and also put me in an oven. They shook me violently and
screamed: "How do you like that, Jesus?" They x-rayed me as often as
they could to make me down the road die on cancer, they injected drugs
and germs in my brain, in my blood and directly in my heart. Those
germs if activated by the German secret service could kill me still
today. (I write you more as to how that works lateron.) The psych
hypnotized me again, and when they needed a break they had a sharp
pitch bull shepherd dog, that braked, drooled, urinated and made his
other business right on top of me. The doctors gave me commands to
become a terrorist, a murderess, a prostitute, that I shall eat other
people, that I shall hate the United States, Scientology, L. Ron
Hubbard and shall love Hitler and the Nazis.
This is how German supressive people try to make others like them. In
Christian words: The devil wanted my soul, folks, and guess what, he
did not get it. I became a good girl, I became a smart girl and I
became a Scientologist.
The CIA has records to the abuse. They had an order to protect me and
watch over me. They filmed this abuse with electronical surveillance.
I want them to come forward in the proper forum and to document the
abuse by the Germans. I also want to know why they did not stop the
abuse by moving in on the Germans.
I have to finish now. It's anyway hard to type with tears in your
eyes. Read in installment 21 of this series, how it otherwise was
growing up in Germany.
Barbara Schwarz, December 9, 2002