Part 48: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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the decks, because Dieter Kaffzik, the wog, had no intentions to do
the deck, and he was assigned to be my "twin" for something that
doesn't even exist in Scientology. I assumed that I was no longer on
the decks either. Communication, which Ron said would be so important,
was not applied by any of the Scientology infiltrators. They were so
arrogant and superior that they decided I don't need any R-factor at
all, I don't have to know anything that directly concerns my life.
Dieter Kaffzik came straight from a German army submarine to
Scientology, but no to any German org, to the Special Unit in Los
Angeles, which was weird. As far as I undeerrstood him he had done no
course at all in Scientology, no training, no auditing and had not
read any Scientology book, but wanted to join the Special Unit as
staffmember. If that guy was not directly sent in by the German still
Nazi secret service that runs also all other international Scientology
infiltrators, than why did?
He probably was a double agent, Marty, I thought several times that
you paid him as bodyguard, but he surely betrayed you. But I think
that you did not hire him directly, but that somebody else did that
for you. He had a bad conscience and tried to avoid you all the time
and he also third parties you. As it is a German world, it is probable
impossible to find any bodyguard that is not bribed by their secret
service to work not for us, but against us. In other words: Any
bodyguard might be the same criminal as Kaffzik was, so Marty, don't
be too hard on you, when you read the following pages. I know you had
nothing to do with it.
Kaffzik told me that he tries to join the Special Unit, not that he
was a paid body guard and hired to protect my life. I was waiting for
a job in the Special Unit too, the difference was only that I was a
Scientologists and staffmember for many years and wog Dieter Kaffzik
was given to me by Barbara Ellington and Gerda Spitel or Spittel as
kind of "senior", which was insulting and outrageous. He did not know
anything about Scientology. It was sort of if a guy walks in church
for a handout, and next minute ended up to become the senior of a
bishop in that church.
Anyway, I met Simone Pabst and Diethelm Alisch on two different
occasions in L.A., they mentioned that the problems in Germany were
under control. Apparently, Helmuth Bloebaum did not leave the external
affairs Unit of the German org, to do his OT-Levels, but headed the
unit, and the Munich org, which was fine with me. I hoped that he
would get the chance to prove that he was cut out for the job as
President and that I could stay in the United States, close to you,
Marty.
I relaxed and spent waiting with Dieter Kaffzik. I was hoping that I
would get a job offer, but I never got one. But I found it strange
that Dieter was considered and that he did not had to be one year
first on staff in an org, before he could join the Sea Org. Kaffzik
was mainly interested to get me out of the orgs for walks and visits
to coffeeshops. As first I enjoyed to see a bit from Los Angeles, the
weather was beautiful, but Dieter was one of the most boring and
robotic people I ever met in all of my life. I was sometime thinking
that if he would cut himself, if there would be no blood but metal
shining under his skin.
One day we stopped outside of an American Savings and Loan Institution
and he asked me if I would know who much money would be in there. I
had no clue, but he named a specific amount of Billions of U.S.
Dollars and he said it in a way as if this would be a big sin. There
is no doubt in my mind that this guy was a German secret service
officer with Anti-American jealousy and orders.
He also mentioned that not only Scientologists can read thoughts, but
non-Scientologists can read them too. There is no official Scientology
course that teach you how to read thoughts of people, that again
showed that Kaffzik was no Scientologist at all. If he thought that I
joined Scientology to read the thoughts of people and would leave it
now, because Wogs can read them too, he was badly mistaken. I never
wanted to read other people's thoughts, but it is no problem at all to
read thoughts of folks, just by looking at them. Most carry their
thoughts pretty much on display in their faces. I often want to close
my eyes, that I don't have to see anymore dirty thoughts of others.
Dieter did not mean spiritual abilities. He was a computer geek. I
knew already back then how secret services read thoughts of people. As
every thought, every word, has some energy to go with it, it can be
measured through wireless ear-and body microchips implants. I told
Dieter right in his face that I knew that he and others had
earimplants and received orders through those. He did not answer, but
looked very much caught.
After a while I noticed that Dieter was not waiting with me, but wrote
reports about me to Special Unit, allegedly to Gerda Spitel and/or
Barbara Ellington, but he never showed me those or gave me a copy,
which he should have. As he third partied you to me, Marty, but also
other Scientologists to me, I have to assume that he wrote lies about
me in those reports.
His German Nazi secret service orders were to get me out of
Scientology, so he impossibly could have recommened me as Special Unit
staff. I just did not take him and his reports seriously, because he
was no Scientologist at all. He carried a Dianetics book around with
him, but as far as I could see, he had not even finished the first
chapter. He was a German soldier and a German secret service officer!
Never in my dreams I would have imagined that anything a complete wog
would write about me would be considered as truthful or factful by
anybody in the Special Unit, but they must have, because they were
many wogs in there too.
Dieter was so stiff and humorless, that it was rather painful to spend
time together with him. I think he deliberately wrongfully
misinterpreted any harmless fun that I made as "mental illness",
similar as many people do that post on A.R.S., because I should end up
soon in "isolation", which was not the right tech or other handling
for me at all. What I wanted and needed was some honest communication,
some reality what others had planned with my life and future, some
fair treatment and a job that challenged my abilities. But this is
what I did not get by anybody.
Sometimes I saw you briefly, Marty, and if you saw me look gloomy, it
was not you who made me angry. I still loved you so much and dreamed
that we would find nevertheless a way to be together. One day a strong
wind almost blew me in your arms, but back in my mind, I heard shots.
It did happen to us already before, but I just knew it subconsciously.
I did not want you to die in the open street or not at all, but I did
not really understand, why there was no way for us to talk behind
thick walls of the org and were you could explain what you wanted me
to know. Later in Europe I figuered out that the biggest walls can't
protect me from the insane, jealous and inhumane German Nazi secret
service to activate the germs in my heart, that they injected, to make
me die on a heart attack within seconds. You did not wanted me to die,
and this was what it was all about.
However, Marty, I want you to know that I never would have rejected
you, if you would have approached me, despite that I had my eyebrows
often pulled together in that time. Reason for that was that
Scientology infiltrators worked hard on it to kick me out of
Scientology.
Barbara/Sarah
December 28. 2002
Read in sequel 49, how this story continued.
Barbara Schwarz