Part 49: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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Swedish Special Unit staffmember that was married to German Aki, came
to me and told me same unfriendly as Spitel or Spittel had done
before, that I should get in that blue car, because I would be
transported to another location. She too worked on German still Nazi
secret service orders to not explain to me anything in detail and to
be as rude, superior and non-scientologicial at all. I almost did not
go with them, but as they were all women in the car, I thought it
check it out.
It was no long ride and we stopped at the Wilcox Scientology building,
which mainly housed Sea Org members. They showed me to a room with two
beds and a bathroom and told me that I have to stay there. The room
was cleaner and nicer than the others I had before, it was actually an
improvement, but I still did not get any job. The women left rather
quickly and Dieter Kaffzik, the German soldier and wog showed up. He
told me that he got orders from Gerda Spitel and Barbara Ellington to
not let me leave that apartment.
I was long enough in Scientology to understand that Ron's technology
to handle a "PTS Type III" was misapplied by the Scientology
infiltrators. I thought that I made a mistake having not demanded
copies of what Kaffzik wrote about me to the Special Unit and others.
I wrote to the case supervisor, the C/S, (I believe her name was
Barbara too) and complained about that wrongful handling, that I don't
need isolation, that I am not nuts, but bored and that I want a job.
Kaffzik said that he passed that communication on, but I never got any
reply from the very weird C/S or any other tech trained person. The
C/S surely was nothing else than a criminal Scientology infiltrator.
There was also never any auditor that came to that apartment to take a
look at me.
On top of it, Marty, the "isolation" was no isolation, because Dieter
Kaffzik moved in that room with me. He sometimes was replaced by
Spaniard Carlos and at night K.O. moved in with me. Those guys,
completely wogs and Scientology infiltrators were my biggest problem.
I did not need any of them and it was rather bothersome to have esp.
the men around me all the time in the small room. I could not lock the
bathroom and they should have really stayed outside to grant me
privacy, but they did not, because they were criminal
Anti-Scientologists and wogs that worked for the German Nazi secret
service.
I was thinking a real isolation from a loud and crazy environment of
somebody who's timetrack was crashing in on him or her could work for
such a person, but not if guys come that close. All I was thinking
during the days was how to get rid of the guys to go finally to the
bathroom. K.O.'s presence did not bother me that much, but Dieter's
and that of Carlos surely bothered me a lot.
Dieter and Carlos told me that Gerda Spitel and Barbara Ellington told
them they would be not allowed to talk to me, but they nevertheless
did. I read most of the time in that room, whatelse should I do, and I
also believe that me reading was also no standard tech on that level,
but nobody cared, anybody knew that I wasn't Type III at all.
It was a sort of wrongful imprisonment, but on the other side I was
not really jailed. I left the isolation approximately three times. One
time I told Kaffzik that I want to see Los Angeles at night, and I
just walked out of the room. He run after me and said, that he would
get in troubles with Spittel and Ellington, but I ignored him and did
not care, they were anyway just criminal wogs. We walked some hours
through the nightlife of Los Angeles, till I saw enough and returned
to that room in the Wilcox building. Another time I made a walk with
Carlos during the day through the neighborhood and one day I spent
some time on the flat roof of the Wilcox building and enjoyed the
weather. (And imagine this, the Type III did not jump!)
The security guard of the next building got interested in me, so I
chatted the time away with this guy, during the time when nobody was
with me. (Yes, also that happened, there were times there were no
guards at all watching me, and if I would have been nuts, I could have
done something really weird instead of chatting with the neighbor.) If
real Scientologists are reading this: My "isolation" was the total
joke, and this happens when criminal wogs and Scientology infiltrators
are allowed to apply the tech.
What I actually did feel was an isolation from Scientology, but not
from my tortured mind, because I had no tortured mind. I am certain
that if I would have told Dieter or Carlos that I have enough of all
of that, that I want to leave and return to Europe, that Scientology
is nothing worth, they would have run to get my luggage and would have
accompanied me all the way to Europe, because they were wogs and
Anti-Scientologists.
Marty, I did not recover any memory in that "isolation", because you
can't think when strangers move so close in your space and also I did
not want to violate the Scientology policy that said that
Scientologists should not dig in their case without a professional
auditor. This was the reason why I did not remember already back then
why you were so familiar to me and that we were married in this
lifetime. I realized that first in Europe, after I was completely and
finally kicked out of Scientology. The one that had not left me was
Ron. I felt him in me and around me, and that is when I started to dig
in my past and found out everything I had to know. This is how I got
my memory back. Despite no more on any lines in the orgs, I continued
to have case gain and developed more spiritual abilities.
Marty, don't worry too much about what happened in Los Angeles. I
survived it and the treatments that the German government and psychs
had for me were a million times worse! But you should know that I
mainly put up with the "isolation" for same reason why I put of with
the decks. I thought if I leave in protest, I may never see you again.
Barbara/Sarah
Read in installment number 50, more about my time in Los Angeles and
what that "mysterious" weightloss was all about.
Barbara Schwarz, December 28, 2002