Part 36: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
BarbaraSchwarz
before I continue with my story, I have a message for Mark Rathbun (de
Rothschild): Marty, my prince and hero, I know you being wrongfully
incarcerated isn't to be compared to what people on the outside take
for granted. I am sure that any access for you to the web will be made
as difficult as possible by suppressive wardens, however I hope that
my messages sooner or later reaches you. I write you in a little while
more, but in meantime be informed that the German still Nazi secret
service put again somebody up to steal your identity. I got e-mail on
December 18, 2002 from mrat...@ziplip.com, message
ID:OFNSD0LXAGHUGDGHF5C...@ziplip.com, claiming he
would be you, Marty. His style is not yours at all and his message is
absolutely not in your sense and interest. Ziplip also informed me
that the message might be forged. You might want to have your
attorneys go after him or them.
Otherwise, Marty, I love you so eternally, my extraordinary,
marvelous, asthonishing, amazing, remarkable and genious husband. I
can't wait to be again together with you. I never would leave you
wrongfully behind bars. I want to see you well and free with my own
eyes, face to face, then I believe it.
Back to Germany:
Juergen and I were not scientological married, but Juerg Stettler
offered to wed us. The criminal infiltrator knew very well that the
marriage was illegal, but he nevertheless wanted to marry L. Ron
Hubbard's daughter who was already legally married, but had a heavy
case of amnesia, in a Church of Scientology. What a disgusting creep
and non-Scientologist.
I managed again to make RB keeping her ant-Scientology hate to
herself, but she was high maintenance. I had to call her every day and
to visit her every week to prevent another "PTS-situation". She used
again selfishly my time. She also demanded that we spend every x-mas
with her. Juergen also had a family, but we were never allowed to
visit them at x-mas, because RB would have blamed Scientology being
anti-family if we would have done so just at one x-mas.
I joined the Guardian Office, the Public Relations Office again. I
handled false reports about Scientology, wrote press releases, met
with reporters and started to despise them, because they were so
terrible superficial and corrupt. One used the false reports of the
other reporter, nobody ever thought it is necessary to investigate on
their own. The German newspapers and magazines were plastered with
hostile article about L. Ron Hubbard and Scientology, and what they
said was pretty much what the Nazis said about the Jews. Usually no
reporter contacted us for any input, those articles were everything
but objective, but the German government seemed not to notice that.
My senior was the AGPR Munich, Kurt Weiland. He did not breath heavily
down my neck, as George Stoffel tried it later, he let me pretty much
develop my own writing style and my own work methods, in other words,
Kurt wasn't the suppressive control freak that Stoffel was.
I had a difficult job, because every reporter in Gemany was so
poisoned by other reporters and the government, that they usually were
very unwilling to correct their false reports about us, even when
provided with evidence that their reports were false. They were also
in most cases not willing to print out press releases. But as I got
good at everything I set my mind to, my articles, corrections, press
releases and letters to the editors were published by several
newspapers and magazines. I also wrote for the Scientology magazine
"Freiheit" (Freedom) and was engaged in other PR activities for
Scientology.
However, I also remember that Juerg Stettler and George Stoffel wrote
press releases in which they blamed the United States of wanting to
erradicate German towns with germs, and as Anti-American as Germany
always was and still is, those press releases were immediately printed
by the German press.
There was also Ingo Heinemann, one of Germany's most fanatical
Scientology attackers, who filed one frivolous penal complaint after
the other against Scientology executives and of course myself, trying
to weaken our spirits. Each day when I walked in the org, I had to
count with it that the legal GO staff informed that Ingo Heinemann had
again filed a penal complaint against me, just because I expressed my
opinions publicly to the German persecution of Scientology and
Scientologists. Those complaints all without any exeptions were
dismissed because not based on any law violation. Heinemann and his
supporters just filed them for reasons of harassment, to make
Scientology executives give up and leave the org to come away from
this incredible molestation.
It was no easy life and I worked hard, but we had also hilarious fun.
You could often see right there, which the real Scientologists and
which the criminal infiltrators were. The Scientologists had a good
sense of humor, and the infiltrators liked to rain on the parade, by
trying to cut off any fun and to introduce a Gestapo style instead.
But of course, most revealing in as to who was a real Scientologist
and who was a criminal infiltrator that tried to bury Scientology, was
their work, their activities or non-activities and the ways they
granted and denied the rights of others. I also heard enough
non-scientological and also nasty remarks about L. Ron Hubbard by
those criminal infiltrator.
In the very early 80's I spent again some months in the United
Kingdom, Saint Hill to study a Public Relations course. I wished I
would have recognized
Saint Hill on the first glance as to that I was here united with Ron
and married Marty, but I didn't. The memory was really erased. But I
was faszinated with Sant Hill, despite that they had made some changes
to the manor and the castle, that Ron wouldn't have made.
The PR course was all in english language and the checksheet was
extensive. The exam was difficult and tricky, but as I never give up,
I fought myself through it with the little English that I had learned
again after the Germans stole mine through their psych-attacks.
As Juergen knew that I was married in Saint Hill, he was afraid that I
could start to remember, so he wrote me everyday a loveletter on blue
paper to England. He really is Edgar Allen Poe and he really can
write, and he should have better done that than marrying me.
The course was so complex, that I had no time to think about anything
else than to finish the checksheet.
But then the day came when I almost remembered, but only almost....
Read about it in sequel 37.
Barbara Schwarz, December 19, 2002