Part 26: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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home right away. I became his communicator. I had my office right
outside his and he was very accessible. He had the door open rule,
which meant that when his door was open I could go in at anytime to
speak to him, only when the door was closed he did not wanted to be
disturbed. Needless to say, his door was almost always open.
I never stopped Marty, his parents or the Assistant Guardians to right
through to Ron, if they wanted to see him, but I stopped everyone
else, not because I was mean, but that Ron could get some work done. I
referred the other Scientologists and whoever came to see him, and
lots of those came, to Saturdays, when Ron often joined everybody
outside of the manor and everybody could ask Ron anything.
I remember Jane Kember, but she was not the Guardian. She grabbed the
job after we were forcible removed from Saint Hill later. If you want
to know how Rosemarie Bretschneider looked as a younger woman, look at
pictures of Jane Kember in the 70's and 80's. They looked like twins.
I did not remember Rosemarie in Saint Hill anymore, but whenever Jane
Kember walked over the lawns of Saint Hill, she creeped me out, and I
did not know why back then.
I liked Assistant Guardian Public Relations David Gaiman a lot. He was
Jewish and very un-German. He had also the amiable character of an
original Scientologist, that indeed worked with Ron, and did not just
lie like Gerry Armstrong that he did. (As a footnote: I met David
Gaiman again briefly in the very early 80's when I attended a public
relations course at Saint Hill, but when I was once again robbed of my
memories by the lawless German still Nazi secret service. David was
that Scientologist that told me straighter than others that I shall
remember that I knew him from before. If you read this, David, thank
you. I did not figure it out within one day, the memory loss was too
extensive, but you really made me think.)
Folks, L. Ron Hubbard was good to the bone. There was nothing
calculating, money oriented, criminal, perverted or evil about him.
The Germans are like that, Ron was not. All what Ron wanted was his
family and a better world, for which he worked so hard. He married
just once, Sarah de Rothschild and never again after his wife was
murdered. He also had no affairs, he lived like a monk till the end of
his life. I would have not stood in the way, if Ron would have wanted
to marry again. I was sad for him that he had no wife, nobody that
held him warm in cold nights, but he knew better than anybody how rare
an honest spouse is.
Saint Hill was flooded by people all over the world that wanted to
become Scientologists. We felt like living on the Mexican/U.S. Border
with people running to us. We had no bodyrouters, we did nothing to
ask people to come, they came all on their own and many of them were
criminal infiltrators, put up by the German Nazi secret service to
overrun us and to create bad public relations for Ron and Scientology.
I just had eyes for Mark C. Rathbun (de Rothschild). I found Marty so
impressive, skilful, courageous and handsome that I had tons of
butterflies in my stomach whenever he was around. I thought being
married to him must be heaven on earth and that I would have such an
incredible man in him as my dad Ron was. Marty held a respectful
distance to let me and Ron make up for last family time, but I did not
want any distance from Marty.
I remember the Saturday when Ron was surrounded by Scientologists
outside and Marty was the only one sitting in the manor at his desk
working. I took a paper with a legal problem that somebody had sent in
my in-basket and asked Marty to tell me how he would solve the
problem. I was surely interested in solving the problem, but to be
honest, not on this Saturday. The truth was, I wanted to be together
with Marty and hoped he would not send me away after he told me what
to do with the problem.
He didn't. Marty told me a lot more that day than the solution to that
particular problem. We took a walk behind the green lawns of Saint
Hill to have some privacy. Marty played on his guitar for me and he
sung as good, if not better than Elvis! Once more he kissed me and
asked me a third time in his life to marry him. He really meant it,
otherwise he would not have kept asking. Of course I said yes, right
away, because I was anyway dreaming of him days and nights. We
returned to the manor to see Ron and to tell him that we wanted to get
married.
Ron could have denied our wish, after all, we were not of age yet, but
he also knew that we were mature, and that Marty would be the best
husband for me. He congratulated us, he embraced us and we went to see
Marty's parents, which were same happy for us. Today I know that Ron
must have felt a loss. He just had his daughter back, his only child,
and now she was going to marry so early, but as he was the best father
in the world, he kept the sadness to himself, supported our decision
and married us.
We married on a beautiful sunny June day approximately two weeks
later. I had a gorgeous white long wedding dress, but no veil. Guess
the veil reminded me to Rosemarie Bretschneider's plan to marry me to
a sheik, despite that I had no recollection of her anymore in Saint
Hill. Marty put a ring with a blue safire on my finger, who got stolen
later. (The ring, thanks heaven not the finger!)
Marty wore his white sea org uniform. He looked so dashing and
handsome, I almost forgot to breath.
We had a festive outdoor wedding. Marty's parents were the witnesses
and Ron married us to each other in a wonderful ceremony. (We also did
not forget to file the appropriate document to the English
authorities, that certified that we indeed were very legally married,
but I bet the German still Nazi secret service ordered our marriage
documents to be removed from governmental offices and books.)
Hundreds of Scientologists celebrated with us. We had music, dance and
food and for a short time in my life, I had everything I wanted: I was
with Ron, the most loving and sanest father and person in the
universe, I had married my prince Marty, my siblings and my friends
were happy, I had my religion Scientology and the adventure to
discover my spiritual abilities and could work for a much better
world.
Marty and I had a very romantic but also steaming passionate marriage.
He is over 6 feet tall and I am just 5.4, but it never bothered us. As
long there are chairs around, a petite woman can always climb up to
her tall husband's lips, and he often enough knelt before me. He
adored me just the way I admired him. We often could not wait to be
alone to sink in our arms. Without Marty I lived like a nun, but with
him, there was not much of a nun left. Sometimes I thought our heat
would knock the East Grinstead lights out. (If you lived there at this
time and you had power outages, you know now why.)
As this is still a secret German Nazi world, our luck did not last.
Other atrocities were committed against us. Read more hereto in
installment number 27 of this series.
Barbara Schwarz, December 12, 2002
Roger Larsson
> Ron treated me as if we were never seperated and he made me feel at
> home right away. I became his communicator. I had my office right
> outside his and he was very accessible. He had the door open rule,
> which meant that when his door was open I could go in at anytime to
> speak to him, only when the door was closed he did not wanted to be
> disturbed. Needless to say, his door was almost always open.
> >
> calculating, money oriented, criminal, perverted or evil about him.
> The Germans are like that, Ron was not. All what Ron wanted was his
> family and a better world, for which he worked so hard. He married
> just once, Sarah de Rothschild and never again after his wife was
> murdered. He also had no affairs, he lived like a monk till the end of
> his life. I would have not stood in the way, if Ron would have wanted
> to marry again. I was sad for him that he had no wife, nobody that
> held him warm in cold nights, but he knew better than anybody how rare
> an honest spouse is.
>
No one goes on forever! No one lives forever! Only our LOVE goes on forever!
Lucky Ron for having someone loving him like no one else finding no wrongs in him.
Money and wars ends one day but our LOVE just goes on, and on, and on....
Roger L