Part 47: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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pick me up. It was already dark and some strange men started to get
interested in me and moved closer. It was really uncomfortable. I did
not spot any taxi, at least none with a driver that somehow looked
trustworthy. I was thinking about taking the bus to the orgs, but it
was so dark and streets not known to me, I thought before I go lost, I
rather call the Special Unit, which I did twice (!) before after
approximately two hours waiting a van with Scientologists arrived.
The ride to the orgs was relaxed and friendly, but not the reception
that Gerda Spitel or Spittel had for me. She was originally from
Belgium and she had the letters "SP" right in her name and that is
what that woman was. She was a suppressive person and was as little a
Scientologist as Al Queda followers are Jews. She was as unfriendly as
possible and she lead me to a dorm, but did not walk in with me. She
said there would be a bed in there and that she "believes" that this
bed was prepared for me, then she rushed away.
She knew exactly that nothing was prepared for me. I found only one
empty bed in that room, but it had no sheets, no pillow, no blanket.
It just had a mattress and it was on the very very top of a four level
bunk bed. I bet I was given that bed high up there by the German still
existing Nazi secret service (that runs the international Scientology
infiltrators) in hope I would fall out in my sleep and would break my
neck.
It was very late, most staffmembers were asleep, I had no idea where
to get pillow, blanket and linnen. The airline deliberately "lost" my
luggage. It constantly happens when I travel and I would be a fool not
to get that this is organized. I had no clothes to change and nothing
to cover me through the cold night. However, I climed in the bed,
because I was terrible tired and approximately 24 hours awake. I tried
to sleep, but I could not, because it was much too cold. It was
January, the sun does not always shine in California, and esp. not at
night. Finally, in the morning hours I fell in a sort of light sleep,
but suddenly the girls in the dorm jumped out of their beds and
slammed doors and drawers. I thought they would smash the room and
from their conversations I could conclude that they were no
Scientologists, but rather people that recently walked in the orgs
right from the streets.
Cold and still very tired I got up too, walked to the Special Unit and
considered briefly if I rather should slap Gerda Spitel for the
treatment I got from her, or if I should see Hayden James, who was
briefly my "senior" at that time. I did not knew him very well at all,
I just got some telexes from him to Munich, after Michelle was not
more my senior.
Hayden was sitting alone in his office. I told him about the
outrageous criminal actions by Babsi Weber and her co-conspirators to
kick me without reasons out of my own org, of which I was the elected
President, while on top of everything I had serious legal problems to
solve for Scientology in Germany.
Hayden did not say a word. He looked at me like a robot, till the
phone rung. He picked it up, listened, hung up and told me that I am
assigned to the decks.
It was outrageous! I was the innocent person in that matter! Others
violated laws and L. Ron Hubbard's policies, but they were allowed to
continue their crime sprees in the orgs, but I, the person that
protested against off policy actions and law violations and had to
suffer under the arbitrary actions of criminal Scientology
infiltrators was sent to the DPF! I also knew who was on the phone:
Hayden's case officer, ordered by the German secret service to deny my
rights further so that I leave the orgs and Scientology.
Briefly after that "assignment", I saw you, Marty, comming out of
another office and you signalled me to not do it, or that you don't
agree with the assignment. I wanted to approach you, but there was
still the warning in your eyes that I am in great peril and I was
thinking that I bring you in danger, because back then I was still
believing that my father was a famous and influencial Moslem and you
the son of most famous Jewish family de Rothschild and that this was
the reason any relation between us would be dynamite for extremists.
The problem with this theory was that it made perfect sense for a
while. The real reason, why you could not directly address me, my by
the Germans weakened heart, hit me much later, when I was back in
Europe.
I thought if I fight the DPF assignment, I may be kicked out right
away. This is why I did it, despite it was an incredible injustice. I
thought if I can't be married to you, I at least could see you and
work with you.
As I were on the decks before in Copenhagen, I knew it was no big
deal, so I just did it, but the German Nazi secret service had made
their decision: Ron's daughter Sarah/Barbara had no right to be in
Scientology and with help of their international Scientology
infiltators would make sure that my days in Scientology were numbered.
Gerda Spitel, the co-conspitator of Hayden James enjoyed the news that
I was sent to the decks. Marty, I believe she just joined the Special
Unit to try to get you, just like so many other infiltrator women.
They all knew who you really were and that Rathbun was only your
security name. They wanted a real handsome and rich husband, but on
the other side would have continued to work for the German still Nazi
secret service, in other words, would have been real criminal and
rotten wives, while I would never conspire against you for any price
in the world. I felt cleary that the infiltrator women hated me,
because you had only eyes for me. (But this is not your fault, it's
their's.) They wanted to get me out of the way to get their claws on
you.
I got some old clothes from another girl, organized myself sheets,
pillow and a blanket, but started to work on the DPF with K.O. (I
believe Kathy was her first name.)She was the one that told me your
name incorrectly. We were cleaning the rooms of Special Unit and RTC
staff, but when we came to your roon she said, we would not spend much
time in your room, because you would be only Marty and no real service
needs to me provided to you.
I was disgusted by her and this attitude, because you had a much
higher position in Scientology as James or Spitel and most of the
others, and if somebody deserved the best service, it was surely you.
I really got it that not only I was a major target by Scientology
infiltrators, but you too, Marty.
I was only twice in your room. I hardly had time to make your bed when
K.O. dragged me out of there. I could not even kiss you pillow. The
other time I was in there I could stay in it just for a few minutes,
because somebody had broken a stink bomb and also put a wedding
picture from you and Carol on display. I suspect that this was done by
Carol. From her smile I knew that she knew all about me. She knew that
you were legally married to me and she used you amnesia to get married
to you. Marty, I am certain you know what the difference between
Juergen and Carol is: There is none. They are two of same kind.
Anyway, but I washed and ironed your shirts and I bet nobody ever on
any deck in any org washed and ironed shirts with so much love and
care than I did it for you. I hope you felt it when you wore them.
It took me not long to finish the deck. We were four people on it and
a guy with name Carlos, a guy from Spain was the in charge of the
deck. He once showed me two socks and asked me if I could determine if
they belong to you, Marty or to Nick from the RTC.
I was finished with the deck, but I did not get any job. Barbara
Ellington, the STO supervisor of the Special Unit introduced me to a
German soldier, Dieter Kaffzik, who became my "twin" in a senseless
waiting game.
Barbara/Sarah,
Read more about that non-Scientologist Dieter, who 3rd partied Marty
and Scientology to me, and what else happened next.
Barbara Schwarz, December 27, 2002