Part 23: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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computer in the library, but I got one! (Alright, I admit, it is not
that bad yet, but almost.)
Here is the continuation:
One day I got very sick. I couldn't eat anything anymore. I lost
strenght very rapidly, because somebody had infected me with pneumonia
and tuberculosis. Being sick was nothing knew to me. I was often ill
with something as child living with RB. I was even paralized for a
while. Everybody thought I had polio, but I miraculously recovered
from it.
Once again, I had to check in a hospital, but thanks heaven, I did not
need any narcosis. I had a doctor who's name was Krebs, which means in
German "Cancer". I lost a lot of hair and I saw my blood test. It
looked like leukemia to me, but nobody said a word to me or RB. I got
some vitamins in the hospital and after three weeks I recoved on my
own. But they did not discharge me. They kept me deliberately in
there, because they knew that L. Ron Hubbard was in England and
palnned to send a mission to Germany to get me back home to him. The
still Nazi Germans denied access for Ron to Germany so that he can't
claim his own child back. They deprived me of my liberty for at least
six months. I was just finally discharged because I nudged RB
constantly to tell the doctors to let me go, and she was tired to
visit me in the hospital.
I saw also terrible things in this hospital. Old folks were not
allowed to die peacefully but tortured during the process of dying,
and I witnessed a cute little 5 years old boy die after they took his
tonsils out. It strongly reminded me of what happened to me before. I
just survived it and he didn't.
Finally I was released and one fine day, what absolutely very very
fine day, I walked through town Deggendorf and saw a white beetle
parking in front of my old schoolhouse. A couple of young people were
hanging around it. Usually I would have changed to the other side of
the street, because they seem to wait for me and normally that did not
mean anything good for me. But one of the boys caught my eye
immediately. He was very tall, very handsome and held a guitar in his
hand. He looked not Bavarian at all. They have short legs, long arms,
flat heads and a beer belly, rather look like chimps. But this young
man looked very very different. He was so impressive that I did not
even had a glance for the other boys. He wore simply blue jeans and I
was magically drawn to him. I was hoping he would approach me, and he
did.
It was Mark C. Rathbun (de Rothschild), Marty and he asked me if I
would speak english. My english was terrible back then. The
psychiatrists and medical doctors had stolen all my english with
hypnosis, mindcontrol and laser treatment, my english teacher never
showed up, so I spoke mainly the english that I knew from songs in the
radio. But I told Marty, that I would speak english, because I did not
want him to give up on me. And surprisingly, by talking to him I
recovered some of my english from former times, so I did really
understand him.
He asked me if there would be a place where we could go to talk,
because he wants to talk with me about religion and God. I was even
more impressed with him, because the young people in that town never
gave any thoughts to religion and God, most just had soccer, beer and
worse in mind.
I jumped in the car, because I knew I was safe with Marty and told
them to drive to the beach of the Danube. I wanted to be as far away
from RB and her neighborhood, because if she would have seen me
talking to a boy, despite that I was almost 17 years old back then,
she would have seperated us immediatly. I choose the Danube and a
little cafe with a garden, because the people hanging around there
were mainly gypsis and nobody of RB's neighbors and friends would go
there and could blow the whistle on me.
Smart as Marty was, he sent the others away to be alone with me.
Despite that he was younger than the others, Ron had made him to the
first missionaire and they had to follow his orders. After we were rid
of them, Marty explained original Scientology to me, as created by L.
Ron Hubbard, he also explained God to me and spoke to me about past
lives. He said that Ron would want me to come to the United Kingdom.
He did not tell me that Ron is my father and that I was kidnapped,
because he did not frighten me, but I know today that he wrote a
report to Ron and recommended to tell me the truth, because I could
handle the truth. He tried to find out what I knew from my past and he
understood that my memory to Ron was stolen. He got that I hated RB,
but thought she would be my real mother, because everyone was telling
so, and despite she did not look like me or was like me. I told Marty
that I love my brother Franky and sometimes my sister when she was
herself and not RB's slave. I explained to Marty that I wanted to go
with him to England, but that RB never would let me and warned him to
never come close to our home, that we have to meet in secrecy, because
RB never would allow me to speak to or have a male friend.
This did not scare Marty away. He stole a kiss from me and asked me to
marry him. It was the second marriage proposal that I got from Marty
in this life time. He was to tender, caring and cute, but also had
impressive passion and on top of it all, he looked like a Greek god.
We met secretly for approximately two weeks. I know that Marty tied to
reach Ron at the phone and mailed him letters, but despite that Marty
never said anything to me about that, I know today that his mail and
phonecall were corrupted by this German Nazi secret service. Ron did
not know what has happened and Marty did not knew why Ron did not
reply, but both suspected foul play. Marty did not go back to England,
but decided to stay with me in Germany.
At home I was extra sweet to RB to be not grounded for something and
even volunteered to do housework to keep her in a good mood. It
worked. She thought I finally become obedient like my sister. I did
not tell my siblings or anybody else about Marty, because intented to
keep my relation with Marty secret till I was of age.
But something awfully happened to Marty and I soon later. And this
time RB was not involved. This time it was all the German Nazi secret
service. More to this in the next sequel.
Barbara Schwarz, December 10, 2002