After I got rid of her, I walked through the Munich "Fussgaengerzone"
and just looked around and hoped this city had to offer something else
than just primitive Bavarian culture. I just had planned to be gone
for two hours, before RB would alarm Interpol that I was gone, but a
young man approached me and asked me if I would be interested in a
personality test. I asked him if it would take long, he said, it
wouldn't, which was not exactly the truth. He walked me through some
backstreets while I asked him to tell me more about for who he works.
He did not explain much, if anything. He was very quiet and I almost
feared to be abducted. Just when I wanted to tell him that I would not
go further with him, I saw the Scientology/Dianetic test center. It
was a regular transparent office building with many people going in
and out, so I decided to go inside. (I never saw the bodyrouter again.
He did not apply any Scientology data to his own life, that explained
also his inability to communicate. He was just one of the many
Scientology infiltrators, that behaved odd to make deliberately
Scientology enemies and after having done enough harm, blew, in other
words, run off.)
I filled out the 200 question long test very quickly and was always
thinking what kind of chains RB would buy and apply to my feets, when
I returned.
It was almost dark when Susanna von Sierakowski, the later Susanna
Parks showed me the evaluation of my test. She asked me to sign up for
the communication course. Unlike the bodyrouter, Susanna was very
communicative and she was amiable. (As a footnote: Susanna and I
became later friends, we worked together and lived in the same
apartment house in Munich. Later, when she had children I babysitted
them sometimes that she could have some time to herself. Her cute kids
were biracial and the "lovely" Germans sticked hate mail through her
door because the children were black.)
Anyway, I tried to tell Susanna that I have a crazy "mother" and have
troubles to leave the house, that it would be impossible for me to
attend any Scientology course. She decided to sell me the "Problems of
work" book instead. I'd rather would have bought another book as
"Fundamental of thoughts" or "Selfanalysis", but I had not enough
money on me and I did not want to hurt Susanna's feeling. I took the
problems of work-book, despite I had no troubles at work, my problem
was RB.
Today I am sure that Susanna knew who I was and that my memory to
Scientology were completely erased. She probably was one of the
Scientologists, that joined our vessel, after we had anchored in
Spain. Susanna had a German father a Spanish mother, grew up in Spain
and later became staff in Munich and EU. Despite that we were rather
close, she never told me who I am really are, but neither did anybody
else.
I went home with the book and saw L.Ron Hubbard's photo on the
backside. I did not recognize him, but found he looked faszinating. I
thought if I ever meet him, I will ask him all the religious questions
that I had. Something was telling me he would be not at a loss of
scientifical answers as my teachers and everybody else I knew.
RB was screaming angry when I came home. She made a scene and looked
at me as if I would have become a prostitute now. She always thought I
would come home pregnant and whenever a man made remarks about my
looks to her, she penalized me more with house arrest. Some people can
live with out for decades, but they just don't get who you really are,
and RB was one of them. I often wondered what kind of teenager or
young woman she was, being so suspicious of sexual activities. After I
became a Scientologist, she attacked Scientology and asked me why I
did not just come home with an illegitime child like so many other
young women!
I had to work, because Mohammed Kermantschi, the multimillionaire and
my alleged father had no cent for me. I worked in a drugstore chain,
that belonged to seven German business men. They named the chain
"Peng-Peng", which means "Bang-Bang", in other words, gunshot noises.
They knew what happened to us, that I was gunned down several times
and they made a joke about it and lots of money with it, naming the
stores after the attacks. They however also promoted me rather
quickly. I was barely 20 years old when I run several of their huge
stores for them. The pay was not fair at all for the kind of work that
I did. They made a lot of money through my management, but were German
greedy.
My older sister Ulrike decided to not more sit all the time at home
either. She joined a social club and asked me to come along. I went
with her a few times, but I was bored to tears over the small talk of
the members, if they would have played somewhat good music, I would
have not gone a second time there. One day a young man walked in that
club and at the moment I saw him, I knew that he knew about
Scientology. Speak about some of my spiritual abilities, I asked him
if he would have information on Scientology and he replied that he
would be a Scientologist, but in disagreement with the Scientology
management. His last name was Simmons, but I forgot his first name.
We spoke several hours that evening about Scientology, or better I
asked him questions about Scientology that I had in mind after my
visit in the test center and he did all the talking. He understood
some of Scientology, but really not everything, he also tried to pass
some of his misunderstandings about SCN to me. In his eyes, L. Ron
Hubbard was genious, past lives were real, there was a lot to gain
through Scientology training and auditing, but he had a problem with
ethics and he also denied the existance of God.
Just let me briefly clear up this misunderstanding: There is a God.
During my life as a Scientologist I became more convinced of the
existance of God, an organized almighty spiritual being with minds in
each corner of the universe, that works tireless on his mission to
build a sane universe and tried to make people understand that they
have to better themselves, if they don't want to suffer eternally. I
would have not survived my life at many levels if this almighty
supreme being would have not been with me all the time. I would have
not discovered my past, if he would have not very actively helped me.
Some of you might want to know that I recall and see the events that
were removed so violently from my mind better from an exterior view.
For example, I see my wedding to Marty not only from a 5.4 foot, but I
am also able to see it from a tree high and above perspective. And the
wedding is not the only event that I recall from a superior position.
What happened to me in 1984 after I saw Marty again was that a
superior mind from above merged with mine and made me see. I reached
out to God and he answered. He is helping me all the time, and do you
know to who's personality he stikingly reminds me? To L. Ron
Hubbard's.
Read in installment 32 that Simmons was a declared SP and how I became
staff of the Munich org, despite RB.
Barbara Schwarz, December 16, 2002