Part 34: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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told me a lot about himself, I just told him little about my life, but
we became friends. We went out one day, I thought I went out with a
friend, but he startled me by telling me he has much deeper feelings
for me. I told him that I don't want to marry a German, but an
American. He replied I can marry him, because he is a past life
American.
It was a late evening on the old graveyard behind the Munich org in
the Lindwurmstrasse, where I told Juergen very clearly that I don't
want to marry him. He cried and told me he wants to be alone now. I
was completely shocked about the tears, because the tears were not
fake. I left him, but on my way to the org I was not sure if he would
kill himself over the rebuff and if I have his death on my conscience.
(In case young women read this posting, let me tell you what nobody
told me: Don't marry somebody, that you don't want to marry for
whatever reason. You feel trapped like a bird in a cage otherwise.)
And from this point on I address Juergen Schwarz directly: Juergen,
you knew that I was mindcontrolled in this marriage, didn't you? You
knew that I agreed only to marry you, because I thought you were much
more sensitive and vulnerable as you really were and that I thought
that you would commit suicide if I don't marry you.
You used this very much to your advantage. You called immediately your
family from Markgroeningen to Munich to work out the wedding, so that
it would become more and more difficult for me to bail out. But the
worst thing of all, Juergen, is that you knew that I was L. Ron
Hubbard's daughter and Marty Rathbun's (de Rothschild) wife, that you
knew Marty and me had amnesia, and you never mentioned those facts to
me.
What the hell were you thinking to marry a woman that was already
legally married to somebody else? This is bigamy! You knew that my
memory to my past with Marty was completely erased by German
psychiatrists and you used my amnesia to get married to me.
Was it worth it, Juergen? Despite that the status of limitation run
you likely never had a truly happy day, because the bigamy must have
weight heavy on your conscience. You were always afraid that I could
find out, and indeed I did.
I am not more the person that you used to know. I recovered many more
spiritual abilities and I know many many details as to what the German
psychiatrists stole from my mind. I am even certain that I saw you
under Marty's and mine wedding guests at Saint Hill and that you later
sailed with us. So, if somebody knew that Marty and I were legally
married, it surely was you. You also knew that my sister was legally
married to Marty's brother, that is why you came deliberately so late
to her wedding when she (also with amnesia) married later that German
drunk, so that you can prevent having to speak out that the German
marriage was also illegal.
Our marriage wasn't to be even remotely compared to the marriage that
I had with Marty. I did not want any romantic relationship with you,
because I felt that something is completely wrong and this is why I
considered myself as your friend and did not love like a wife. You
can't develop love based on dishonesty and lies, you should have known
that from the start.
You had a case officer who helped you to trap me, right? If I would
have known that on the graveyard in Munich, I would have told you to
marry your case officer. I really want you to come clean on this and
to write an affidavit. I want you to confess to all of the above
details and to go out of your ways to make the appropriate amends,
even if the laws says you are in the clear because of the status of
limitation. If you got everything of your chest, you anyhow will feel
much better.
Immediately after our marriage, I felt that you are not that
vulnerable after all and I became certain that you would have not
committed any suicide. I felt terribly trapped. I told you during our
marriage sometimes that I want a divorce, but you cried again or acted
as if you did not hear me.
You told me one time that agreeing to a divorce would mean the end of
you having a beautiful woman. Was this was it was about? You wanted to
be married to me out of vanity? A Scientologist told me that the woman
that you married later, Petra, was a similar type as I, so she
couldn't be that ugly, so why did you not search for a pretty
unmarried woman right from the start?
Juergen, the best thing that you can do from now on is to be as honest
as possible, each additional lie or cover up will make me only angier.
In other words: Don't state or write that you did not want to tell me
that I am Ron's daughter and Marty's wife and the target of a still
existing German Nazi secret service, because you did not want to
fighten me and you were afraid that I could not take it. I told you
over and over during our marriage that despite my adventurous life as
Scientology staffmember, I am bored to tears because nothing
absolutely exciting otherwise ever happened.
If you feel that you were also mindcontrolled in this situation, I am
not stopping you from writing that up under oath, but I don't let you
off completely, because you always could have said no to our marriage,
because unlike Marty and I, you had no amnesia.
Finally, there is something else I want you to do: Remember that you
told me that you considered it as strange being born in that German
family of yours and that despite you did not hated them, you felt
having not much in common with them?
I am somewhat tired that past lives are not investigated and
considered as to what they are: Scientifical facts. I am also appalled
that the Germans steal famous Americans from American ground and hand
them to German families as their babies, so that in case of that those
Americans come again to fame, the Germans can claim them as Germans.
I want you to officially and publicly prove through L. Ron Hubbard's
technology that you are Edgar Allen Poe. I know that you don't agree
anymore with much what you wrote back in that past life of yours, but
you can always write a new book as to how you have changed.
Barbara,
December 18, 2002