Part 53: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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to drive me to the orgs. He had a real battered old car, but I also
choose him because of that automobile. Nobody could come far trying to
kidnap a woman with such an old fragile car, that probably would not
make it really through town. Sure enough, he was friendly, helpful and
drove right to the orgs.
I had to find a space in the orgs, where I was undisturbed and could
think, to sort out what I just had felt so very painfully: Ron's
murder. I walked right to Ron's office and hid in a corner. (As a
footnote: It was not the first time I was in Ron's offices. I used to
go there to be alone, to think and to find peace. It seemed nobody
else than I was ever in there. I always felt very close to Ron, but I
did not know back then that I was his kidnapped daughter Sarah. Photos
of Diana, Suzette and Arthur hung on the wall, but Ron's symbolical
keys in one of those office were another matter. They had a tag with a
photo of a dark girl, that looked very much like me, but it wasn't me.
I surely wondered, why Ron would have a key with a phototag of a girl
looking so much like me, and not with a photo of Diana, Suzette or
Arthur.)
But on this May day, somebody of the Scientology infiltrators saw me
enter Ron's office and they pulled me out of there, before I would
figure out more. Outside, I sat on a "Write-to-Ron-desk" and wrote a
letter to you, Marty. I knew that it was my last night in Los Angeles
and I would not see you anymore. I don't remember in details what I
wrote in that letter, but I remember it was probably five pages
long,(I had not recalled yet that were were actually married), but I
wrote that I love you, which was the absolute truth.
Only seconds after I had finished the letter, Barbara Ellington,
Carol, the short girl from the Special Unit and Jeff Chavell arrived
at the same moment, despite they came from different directions. I
gave B. Ellington the sealed letter and asked her to give that letter
to you, Marty.
Jeff told he would give me a ride back to the house I came from.
(Another footnote: Actually, the only person to who I had a bit more
contact in 1984 in L.A. that was scientological was Jeff Chavell. I am
not more sure if I spell his last name correctly, but you know him,
Marty. The day that I spent with Jeff and his wife at the beach in
Santa Monica was perhaps the nicest day that I had in L.A. in that
year. It wasn't difficult to like Jeff. He was friendly, calm and did
not try to show off or be somebody else. He told me that he had worked
directly with Ron, and I believe that this was the truth.)
Something was however different with Jeff on that May day. He was
shaking inside. I never had seen him this way, but I don't think
anybody else than I noticed that. I knew suddenly that Jeff also knew
that Ron was murdered this night. I hope nobody misunderstands this:
Jeff wasn't an eyewitness to the murder and he wasn't a conspirator in
Ron's murder, he was shaken by the news, because somebody must have
informed him of the killing. Once again, the CIA is the right address
to be asked to reveal their information and surveillance material as
to Ron's death, and they have to declassify the information, because
otherwise they allow the killers of the son of President Eisenhower to
go free and remain unpenalized.
Jeff turned on the heat in the car, as if he would fear that I could
catch a pneumonia and would die too. It was probably too hot for those
that were dry in the car, but it was surely comfortable for the wet
girl in the car, that was me.
I spent a night in the house of the "Swiss family Robinson", but found
that somebody in their house had stolen some of my clothes out of my
luggage and poured sand and water in my suitcase. Barbara Ellington
surely had "nice" friends.
Next day I was picked up and we returned to the Special Unit. Gerda
Spitel or Spittel, the Belgian SP brought me some vitamins. That woman
was a psychiatric nurse or something like it, but no Scientologist.
She had mixed a valium pill under my vitamins! Whatever happened to
the drug free world of Scientology? Apparently she thought I would
make a scene and would not leave L.A. unless drugged. She, like other
infiltrator women wanted to have you, Marty, that is why she tried to
get rid of me right from the start. I surely could write a book only
about the jealous infiltrator women of the Special Unit.
We drove to the airport and took off to Germany. Jeff and Gunhild came
with me.
Jeff knew that I tried to make sense of the infiltration of
Scientology and the orgs. He knew about the illegal infiltration. On
the flight back to Germany I asked him if there is something I should
know, but he did not answer directly. However, back on the plane he
gave me the book Battlefield Earth to read. Of course he knew the book
was fiction, so did I, but he was sort of telling me that the earth is
run from one suppressive source and that there is as good as nobody
left that is independent from it, but that I have to find it out
myself.
They dropped me off at Narconon some miles outside of Munich. First I
did not understand what I should do there, because I never had taken
any drugs, but on the other side I knew I better have some days to
prepare myself for seeing Rosemarie Bretschneider ("RB") again.
Jeff and Gunhild sticked a while around, but then left to Copenhagen.
Juergen was in Narconon on a mission. Despite that I had told him
again that I wanted a divorce from him before I left to L.A., he did
as if he would not remember. I was angry at him, because he told RB
the nonsense of doctors at my bedside which resulted in a new PTS C
situation for me.
Marty, I have to finish that up for today, but I wish you and your
family the best for the new year. Despite that you are wrongfully
incarcerated, Marty, I know that you are working on a bridge for me to
walk over troubled water to see me alive. I worry also a lot about
you, being locked up by people that conspire against you and likely do
all they can to shorten your life. Please survive Marty, I am certain
that this new year will lead us back together. And when we are, you
will get millions of very tender, but also passionately hot kisses to
make up for all those years we were forcefully seperated on orders of
the still existing German Nazi secret service. I love you so much and
eternally, Marty, my prince, husband and soulmate.
Sarah/Barbara
Read more about my few days in Narconon, (that was just same
infiltrated as any other org) in installment 54.
Barbara Schwarz,
December 31, 2002