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A
Gnostic Childhood

By Holger
Werner Haffke
Book I
Page I
Holger's story of the war and
after war years in Germany
Introduction
Page II
Schwerin/Warthe - Becoming Refugees
Page III
Borken bei
Kassel, Post-War Berlin
Page IV
Berlin -School in
Berlin-Hunger-In Hospital With TB-Fraulein Ziegle
Page V
Berlin -Psychic Visions-Jesus
Comes Into My Life
Page VI
Berlin/Erkner Marina/First Love
Page VII
Berlin/Uncle Ali, my mentor and
Gnostic teacher
Page VIII
World Youth Festival in
East-Berlin 1951/ Psychic Visions at the River-Spree
Page IX
"Uncle" Herbert - Schwarza Strasse 7
- Herr Loewy and the Movie Projector
Page X
New Friends - Axel, Peter, Waltraut, Karl-Heintz and Carmen - "brown" records
Page XI
New School - "Helmstaedt"-
Kinderheim Lensterhof - June 17, 1953 Uprising
Page XII
Trouble in School - Tutor -
Stealing Coal - Gasanstalt - Border-Smuggling
Page XIII
New School - New Apartment -
'Scharnhorst Youth' - Deutsche Reichspartei
Page XIV
Kalamazoo - American Dreams - Norderney Island 1954 Youth Meeting
Page XV
Norderney Continued - 'Wiking
Jugend' - 'Der Weg' Journal from Argentina
Page XVI
School is finished - Bolle - School for Delinquents - Newspaper route -
Apprentice in a Bakery
Page XVII
1959 - 1960 -Working for ARWA - Applying for a job at US HQ, Berlin, Clayallee -
Job interview at Tempelhof Central Airport, Berlin. Job at US Armed Forces Laundry
Andrews Barracks -
Working at the laundry and the kindness of a gay co-worker who became
a friend and
who had been a German P.O.W. in America. - I get the job as a fire fighter
trainee.
Page XVIII
1960 - 1962 - Working at the Fire Department
of the US Air Force, civilian
employee, Berlin-Tempelhof Central Airport. - Rudolf Steiner - Madame
Blavatsky - Mrs. Eddy
Vedanta -
Theosophy - Christian Science -
Page XIX
1960-1962 -
Working at the Fire Department
Learning how to drive on a VW bus, "Shorty",
Joining the "Labor Service"
Page XX
Working for
the US Army's "Labor Service"
Basic Training-Learning Vocabulary-"Gammling"-Meeting
Mormon Missionaries
Becoming a "Mormon"- Soon Becoming a "Jack-knife
Mormon"
Page XXI
Labor
Service - How I finally managed to find a Sponsor
In America.
Page XXII
The Time Has
Come..My Departure For The New World
Propeller Flight on the "Superconstellation" - Meeting and Falling in Love
With Julia -
Arrival
at Idlewild Airport, New York City - Pennsylvania Railroad to Washington -
Meeting
Pastor Schumann - Meeting and Living with "Mama Grey"
Page XXIII
Social
Security Office - Local Draft Board - Lincoln Rockwell's
American Nazi Party in Arlington - Working
as a "car hop" at Marriott's "hot shoppe"
Postcard from Pete Wagner - Bus tickets to visit Pete in Danbury, Connecticut -
Book II
Part I
Working at Fairfield Hills(State) Hospital - How I came to Fairfield
Hills Hospital - Summation of my
immigration story - Arlington, Virginia and
Washington, DC - Meeting Pete in Danbury, Connecticut - Mrs. Morrell's
Guest House - Working at Danbury Hospital - Hearing
about Fairfield Hills Hospital - Getting a job there - Mrs. Adams
and Mrs. Schwaller - Central Linen Room - A Listing of Former Employees at FHH--People
I Knew and Loved -
Part
II
The Central Linen Room -
Dormitory Living in Norwalk Hall - New friends and
odd charcters.
Part III
John Kilpatrick -
"Uncle John's cabin on Transylvania Road" - Trips to New York City, New Haven,
Bridgeport,
Seaside Park - Pete and I re-take test and are admitted into the Psychiatric
Aide training class -
Part IV
"Going back to
school" - Psychiatric Aide classes - Going to see a very early McDonald's -
Watching "The
Cardinal" with Jerry Hatchey in Bridgeport.
Part V
Visiting Plymouth
Rock and Cape Cod - I see the Kennedy compound - Eating my first and last
Lobster -
Back in class - A trip to Montreal, Canada by car with Gerald Brown - Pete and I
are assigned
for our "practicum" to the dangerous and most
disturbed building "Fairfield House"
Part VI
Working in
Fairfield House - 11-22-1963, I watch the Kennedy assassination
on television in Fairfield House - Having a shot of Bourbon with Jack
Shanley - I want to join the Navy
before getting drafted into the Army - I pass the test and an angel in the form
of a Navy corpsman
tells me not to join - I take
his advice - Soon the Army will be "knocking on my door" -
I decide to visit my mother in
Berlin before being drafted - I convert to Catholicism with the
special help of my
old mentor, the Jesuit Pater Manitius - Stopover in Amsterdam - Back in the USA
-
My draft notice is
waiting for me - "You're in the Army now"! -
Part VII
1967, I return to
Fairfield Hills Hospital after three years -
My last
days in the US Army - discharge troubles and Army bureaucracy - The
General intervenes
and makes things "right" with a phone call - Fort Hancock, Sandy
Hook, N.J. - Fort Hamilton, Staten Island, N.Y.
- Pete, Ingrid, Pia and "uncle" John
Kilpatrick - Return to Fairfield Hills Hospital in Newtown, Ct. -
Part
VIII
Back at
Fairfield Hills Hospital
A wonderful welcome from the "old-timers" there - John Kilpatrick
has a new Jeep "Wagoneer" (One of the first SUV's) - Back to classes - My new
classmates - Gerold Brown is gone
from FHH, fired in what I believe was a set-up and malicious... - Also my good
friend Jerry Hatchey is gone as well
as Mike Schengrian... - I am angry about Gerold Brown's firing from FHH -
Part IX
First day back in class - Mr. Bouton is
droning on and on - Some of my new classmates:
Thelma Oliver - Kenny - George Gilligan - Bob Totten
this page is not finished yet...
Part X
Picture Page courtesy of
Beryl Carr
with pictures of Beryl Carr, Cliff Kearnan, Paula from the pharmacy, Florence
Brown, Ms. Raeford R.N.,
Dover Seawright, Dr. Didios, Dr. Seanado, Tommy Ferrell, Andres Vaga, Flo
Erickson, Carol Lockwood,
Lynn Wilson, Mary D'Agusta and many more employees.
Part X_a
More Pictures From The Beryl Carr
Collection
Part XI
Various Pictures and
Historical Articles from a Pamphlet
Issued to FHH Employees in 1983
Part XII
This Page Is Dedicated To The Loving Memory
Of Our Friend And Co-Worker At Fairfield Hills Hospital,
Evelyn M. Brown
With A Collection Of Pictures Sent To Me
By Her Loving Granddaughter Penny Lee. Group Photo From The Early-To Mid- 1970's
Probably Taken In Cochran House Basement O.T. Room.
Far Left Standing Is William "Billy" Lawlor, Center-Table Is Charlie Gallagher,
Second From Right, Standing, Is Kay Hodgman....
All The Others I Know And Worked With, But I Don't Remember Their Names.
Also Pictures of Dino Lopez, Georgia Lasorco and of Jerry and Donna Haffke
From the 1970's.
Part XIII
I Thought This Memorial-Page Would Be A Proper Place
To Put A Few Of My Own Pictures, Since
I Met My Wife, Donna, As A Co-Worker
At Our Beloved Fairfield Hills Hospital...Also Pictures
of Steve Hirst, Pete Wagner, John Kilpatrick, Bill Lawlor,
Jerry Haffke.
Part XIIIa
Pictures of Shirley Pavone, Rita
Morton, Drs. Sonido
and Aurora Alcantara with Shirley Pavone.
Introduction
“The new
man is still evolving. Indeed, he is not yet visible to everyone, for he does
not come from the noisy centre which constantly attracts the attention of the
crowd, but from the quiet periphery. Every new force that is designed to topple
an age which has run its course comes from the periphery of that age with all
its dominant values and pseudo-values. It is in the moments of great crisis in
the emergence of the new that the ‘outsiders’ take on their special function
of forming the nucleus of a new centre around which the coming world will
henceforth order itself.”
- E. Gunther Grundel, The Mission of the Young Generation [1933].

When I grew up during the end of the second
World War in Germany, with death all around me, I became aware of spirits and
spiritual beings. I saw apparitions and ghosts of family friends and strangers
and also experienced somewhat benign poltergeist activities.

Bootshaus (Marina)
'Baeumelburg'
with my mother and Frau Baeumelburg in 1949
One experience took place at the marina
belonging to a family friend at a lake in Erkner by Berlin in 1947. The husband and stepdaughter of
the lady we were visiting had died at this marina in a bunker that they had dug
out during the war and covered with heavy metal plates. A bomb fell right on top
of this bunker and killed both of them in 1945. When we stayed overnight at her
partly destroyed house, we experienced nightly poltergeist activity manifesting itself as loud banging
on the wall with, hammering sounds, and high-pitched screeching noises.
There were also moaning sounds and books flying off the book-shelves, as well as
pictures falling off the walls and photos being strewn all over the floors. And
we saw ghostly apparitions floating through the living room. We did not
recognize their features as they were too indistinct and vague, but we
instinctively knew that these were spirits who wanted to be recognized and we
took it, that two of them were our friends husband and stepdaughter. This
activity took place every night for at least two years until Frau Baeumelburg moved into an apartment in another part of
town.

The author sitting in boat with
friends.
The older lady is "Tante" Baeumelburg.
In Erkner bei Berlin 1948.
Through the course of my life
I have had many supernatural, mystical and spiritual experiences. When
I was still young, from six to eight years old, I had constant visions
of spiritual beings, some were relatives who had passed on and others
who were unknown to me. This happened mostly before falling asleep or
upon awaking during the night. Sometimes I started "day dreaming" and
saw spirits doing very ordinary things like setting dishes on a dinner
table or gesticulating while talking to another "person." And
sometimes I even heard parts of their conversation. Sometimes they
disturbed and frightened me and other times I was amused by their
comical facial expressions and words. There were also times when we
went with our bikes into the forests which surround Berlin and it was
there that I, when resting in the grass, experienced the re-enactment
of second World War battle scenes.
I saw German soldiers in foxholes shooting and eating and I
even picked up bits of their curses and conversations. I saw some getting hit by
bullets and I heard their dying screams of : "Mutti!....Mutti!
" mother !....mother ! And I saw Russian soldiers crawl into the battle area, after the German
soldiers who were left had retreated, and search the dead soldiers for valuables and take their
watches and rings. These kind of experiences didn’t happen all the time but
often enough to make me see things with a more open mind to the supernatural
then my friends had at such a young age.
I had my first truly mystical experience when I was about thirteen or
fourteen years old. Getting drowsy while reading a book, I passed out
or fell asleep while hearing beautiful symphonic and choral music
(Beethoven's Ninth Symphony). Then suddenly I went through a tunnel
like dark path which had a dim light at its end.
Gradually the light became brighter and
brighter and I found myself at an ocean beach. I felt very warm and good. As I
looked into the water I saw what I can only describe as a protoplasm or an
enlarged single cell. And while I looked at this cell in amazement, I heard a
very gentle voice saying to me:" Du bist ein Baustein...!"
Which I can only interpret
as: "You are a building stone," meaning, I think, that I am part of a
structure. I looked around me to identify the speaker but I only saw the ocean
and the beautiful beach.
In fact, I didn’t even see
myself. No arms no legs, no body at all.
When I woke up, still
sitting on the sofa with the book on my lap, I felt so good and blessed.
Everything, even the mundane surroundings of my
room, seemed "electric" and so very alive...vibrating with meaning and love.
Through the course of my life I have
reflected on this first mystical experience almost daily. It has
given me encouragement and strength in times of despair and doubt and it has
always encouraged me to move ahead with the spiritual quest. It compelled me to
seek for answers to the meaning of life at a very
early age. Of course, the answer was given to me in very simple terms: the
universe is like a structure, and I, as well as everybody and everything else, are
a vital and living part of this living universe, which is the body of the
living God and that "death," is nothing but transformation and
evolution. Like actors on a supernatural stage we "audition" for and
play the parts which we need to play in order to learn and grow. Life, material
life on this material plane, and spiritual life on various spiritual planes, is
serious and yet nothing but "play-acting" in a universal comedy which,
if misinterpreted by
us and taken as ultimate reality, becomes a deadly drama absorbing us in its
warped script like in the suffocating embrace of a demon from which even our
physical death can not completely free us, as we must learn "to play the
game" by the rules of the universe in order to attain liberation from the
bliss and the horrors of material life. And the most important rule, as I
understand it is, to Not Ever take this material existence too seriously.
This is not to say that
our present material incarnation is not important, because it really is. No, we
chose to live here under the conditions we find ourselves in and must act-out
our assigned roles until at least this "play" is over. But we must not
take play for ultimate reality and forget that it only is a temporary role which
we are playing. In other words, we must not identify with the temporary role we
are playing to the extent of believing it to be our ultimate and true self. And
this can only be done if we really understand that the dramas we are acting out
here on the material plane are nothing more than temporary tools to teach us
what is necessary for us to learn in order to evolve. Whether we learn from the
script which we are acting out here or whether we become so absorbed in it that
we can not rise above the horrors and dualities which come to us as part of the
play is, of course, up to us and to our willingness to see beyond the immediate
manifestations and our own pain and suffering or even temporary bliss, without
becoming completely absorbed by them.
Thus I think that we
should not take this temporary drama here too seriously, for even this
horror-show viewed from a distance, is really a divine comedy, if we become
capable not only to view the immediate stage but also the dressing rooms of the
other actors and the storage rooms for the props...When we are willing to remain
distant from the immediate play in front of us and thus become enabled to view
everything that goes along with a stage presentation, actors rehearsing,
carpenters and stagehands preparing the props, make-up artists and background
painters, all working very hard to create an ILLUSION so convincingly that it
becomes reality to the audience. It is all created to touch something in us,
something deep and sacred which can give us the means to learn and hopefully
evolve without loosing ourselves in temporary roles.
What more could one want for an answer !
Yet, I have still searched for more and
more revelations. Sometimes they came through other mystical experiences and at
other times they came through reading books and watching movies. When I got older, I
recognized the music that I heard, during my first experience, as Beethoven’s
ninth symphony. The "Ode to Joy." How much more could have been
revealed to me ? My "out of body" experience, showed me the oneness
of all that is, and the joy of all that is,
because it is part of the living God. However we look at it, and whatever we
think, the simplicity of truth is almost comical . And I believe it is totally
immaterial what we think God is, or how He fits into our belief system. The key
here simply is how we fit into the universe. Can we live love and oneness,
or do we hide behind religions, dogmas and man-made laws in order to avoid
living this love for all that is, this oneness with all ?
You know, it could be all so simple
and yet we try to avoid it at all cost. We don’t really want to come to terms
with our place in the order of things. We don’t really want to face ourselves
and take responsibility for our actions. Although our actions often have dire
consequences, and we have to face them and correct them in one way or another. But we are truly Loved and we are forgiven and
our difficulties are taken into some kind of compassionate cosmic consideration.
We are not abandoned in a cruel world as
orphans where we have to survive through any means necessary. We do not have to
accumulate wealth here through stealing or hurting others. We do not have to
participate in wars and exploitation. We do not have to mistreat our fellow
beings, people and animals. All we need is to unconditionally love and respect
other beings, as we are loved and cherished and respected by God. And I use the
term "God" here lightly, without much analysis of what "God"
really means besides that it derives to my understanding from the term
"good." Perhaps in a spiritual hierarchy of of incomprehensible cosmic
proportions, God per-se, is not even a single entity or whatever, but just a
term used to describe the spiritual unity of all that is....? Does it matter, is
it relevant to our existence in this material realm for a certain period of
time? I can not possibly see any value in Religions as such, besides as aides to
keep the masses of people submissive to the established power-structure of their
respective nation and form of government. Religion, in my opinion, is indeed
"opium for the people," as Karl Marx so clearly stated. But he
apparently forgot to distinguish between religion and spirituality. As clearly
"religion" is an all important part of mankind's bondage and ignorance
in the scheme of exploitation and establishment power, so is spirituality
without dogmatic fanaticism mankind's ultimate liberator. One of my most beloved
teachers whom I never met in person, but who has dictated words of eternal wisdom
on an alphabet-board (he
adhered to a vow of silence) taught me more about life,
death and afterlife and about the ultimate meaning of our material existence
here, then the
bible or any other source of religious teaching.

This man was Meher Baba
who said that he was the Avatar, or the Christ of the age. Not wanting to go
into this Avatar claim and getting hung-up on it, I just want to say that when
looking in his face as portrayed in so many pictures of him, I have never seen
such Love and Compassion radiating from anybody's eyes as coming from this
almost comical looking god-man. He, to me, became the expression and the face of
God. Not in a fanatical sense of belief and surrender though, but as a gentle,
loving, compassionate "Reisekamerad," (Comrade on the journey).
Perhaps this is not exactly how he would have liked me to approach his
teachings, but, reconsidering, I think that he smiles upon me from his high
spiritual realm telling me again, personally, his famous saying: "Don't
worry, be happy."
I have always looked for
simplicity on the spiritual path. No occult initiations and formulas or mystical
fantasies. It is all so very simple. As Jesus said: " Love one another as I
have loved you." And that’s all there really is to know. The rest is
given to us, as we need it, during the course of our lives.
I have no doubt whatsoever, that this
universe is first and foremost a spiritual universe. And we can and will have
many encounters with spiritual beings if we are open to the possibility of their
existence. I know because I have seen, heard and experienced them. I have
sometimes, mostly unexpectedly, been guided, encouraged, or even chided by
them. Always in a gentle, compassionate voice, even when I contemplated something
reprehensible. Reading what genuine mediums have transmitted from the
"other side," about the order of the universe, I’m always amazed at
the simplicity of their message. It always comes down to compassion and love.
This is the measure of all our life’s worth. Everything else is secondary or
meaningless. Not surprisingly, this point is also stressed by those who had near death
experiences. They too understood this as the key to their spiritual evolution.
And this experience, has usually changed their lives in a very dramatic way.
Suddenly they knew how simple the truth really is, and how they could find
indescribable joy and bliss in selfless service to All life.
The following account of
my life is the story of my quest for wisdom and truth. I call it a " Gnostic
childhood," because I believe that we are eternal children of God and because my
life has always been lived in an intuitive sense. Having been a
"rebel" since birth and an outcast almost as long, I think that there
are quite a few people who could find my story interesting and perhaps even
helpful. Especially since my present incarnation came about in a very desperate
and horrible time and place and took me almost purposefully into realms and
directions no one could have ever imagined at the time. Even though, someone
did, an old lady in the back of a store, a 'fortune teller,' told me at the
tender age of fourteen, that I would be going overseas and marry an 'exotic
woman,' and that I would have two children, a boy and a girl, and
eventually be wealthy. Well, I did go overseas and marry an exotic woman.
A Colored or 'African-American' woman and had a son with her. But the marriage
didn't last more than two years. I also had a daughter when I married again a
not so exotic woman of Irish, Russian and French descent in 1978. Unfortunately
the part of the prediction about being rich did definitely not come true. As a
matter of fact, I have always had barely enough to just get by, but have never been
rich even in the most imaginative sense. The only explanation for this false
prediction could be that by the standards
we lived in in Germany at the time of the prediction, my standard of life here in
the United States could be viewed as 'wealthy.'
Nevertheless, I
have always felt guided and protected, even under the most desperate
circumstances and adventures. Perhaps it is my intuitive life-style and my often
'naive' honesty and faith in spiritual guides and their guidance which often
'miraculously' led me through even the most ugly and dangerous paths and
experiences without a scratch. Often doors were opened to me as if by miracle
and forces would move circumstances in my behalf almost forcing me to go in
directions which contemplated 'rationally' would have scared me to death, as
I'm not really a brave soul by nature.
Most people who
knew me as a child, young man, and even now, either hate me or love me. They saw
me as very innocent and pure, as a naive, idealistic child and young man even
though I was in my own opinion far from it. Yet I understand why they felt this
way, because in a dualistic sense of self perception I saw myself in the same
light, although I also knew that it wasn't really true. Or was it?
Even today, as I am
almost sixty-four years old, many people, strangers, acquaintances and friends
sense this almost child-like innocence in me. Only now, having evolved somewhat
and attained more self-understanding, I know that it is the reflection of
something deep and holy. Something so strange and yet so ordinary that I can
only smile at the implications. It is indeed a spiritual gift which was given to
me at birth and has guided me throughout the path of my life. Being far from
'innocent,' in the sense of the world, I now know that indeed I am innocent in
the spiritual sense. What a contradiction this is, and yet it is the only way
I can attempt to describe it.
My first sense of
self-awareness as a toddler was that I didn't want to be 'here.' I didn't want
to be incarnated on this material plane, and I believe that consciously or
unconsciously I decided then and there to 'rebel' at my being here by living
with an intuitive connection to the spiritual realm as my home of choice. I was
then and always have been a "stranger in a strange land". In other words I kept my
distance to material experiences in this life and remained with one foot, so to
speak, in the spiritual realm, observing, but never becoming completely immersed
in the 'reality' of life on earth.
In this sense I
have remained untainted by the ugliness, the sexual depravities and the
destructive manipulations by others in my realm of experience. But no matter how
ugly the deeds and how manipulative my actions, I never remained attached to
them or to the outcome. It never became a part of me. Being here on earth we
can't survive unless we 'play the game' at least to a limited extend. No doubt,
I have done many things that were not only ugly and manipulative, but also
destructive and hurtful to others. I am no angel and no 'spiritual master,' but
somehow these deeds have not left a mark on me as I have not deeply identified
with them. They have not become part of my baggage, of my true being-ness, as I
always travel lightly. Being observant and open to my intuitive
connection to the 'supernatural,' my path has not only led me in the direction
of spirituality, but also into the netherworld of politics, political
weltanschauung and, as a natural conclusion, conspiracy theories.
Truth, to find
the truth about events in history, motivations of political leaders and their
actions, as well as the reasons for obvious lies and distortions of these events and actions by
contemporary manipulators and pundits, has always been an obsession with me.
Often I have felt and been guided in my conclusions by an uncanny intuitive
sense of 'what really happened,' and of my mission to disseminate this truth.
Being an outcast, I despise tribal alliances and lies "for the common
good," more than anything else.
Therefore I have no earthly treasures to protect and no alliances to anyone or anything.
My only true alliance is with the truth. Is truth relative to the 'eyes of the
beholder?' Meaning, to our own interpretation of it? I don't think so. At least
it shouldn't be. Certainly often truth is buried under complexities and enormous
amounts of deception, but as long as truth is viewed and searched for by
unattached and honest seekers who rely only on the facts and
known circumstances. In other words, people
without an agenda. Truth in itself
is neither good nor evil. It simply is fact. Of course what people and
propaganda make out of these facts is another story. If, for whatever reason, we
are kept from speaking the truth or even from finding the truth, either by
government laws or by public ridicule and condemnation, we are not free, no
matter whether our governments are in name democratic or not. Facts
speak for themselves and are thus the truth. When I am told either subtly
through brainwashing propaganda in the media, or through laws, that my own observations are based not on reality, but on a defective
state of awareness, and that I am not allowed to express them, then I know for
certain that something ugly and deceptive is going on. When political and racial
interest groups dictate through pressure and defamation what I must think and
observe and what I can express and what I can not express, what conclusions I am
allowed to draw from my observations and what conclusions I'm not allowed to
draw, then I know that I must speak up no matter what the consequences. When
'free' countries, such as Germany, France, Italy, Australia, Canada and even the
'super-free' US of A throw people in jail for their conclusions based on facts and for
expressing them, then I absolutely know that something is going on behind the
scenes which can only be called a Conspiracy.
I am not only convinced
that there is a world wide conspiracy to establish a 'New World Order,' but am
sure to the depth of my soul, that this conspiracy has already succeeded. The New
World Order is here now. It is active and it is turning the world upside down.
What the Communist International couldn't accomplish, the Capitalist
International did without the majority of the people even becoming aware of it.
And thanks
to the relentless and synchronized propaganda of the Capitalist International media
the majority of the people aren't even aware of it. At least forty
years of deliberate 'dumbing-down' of our young people in public schools and colleges has
finally come to fruition.
We never had dumber people in the western world than we have now. Unlimited immigration of third world masses into
the western countries has destroyed not only the soul of these nations, but their
infrastructure as well, making the original inhabitants helpless witnesses to
their nation's destruction.
Do we dare call
it a Conspiracy?
When the collapse of the
'Communist' Soviet Union came about through mysterious manipulations in the
realm of finance, mankind should have enjoyed peace and
prosperity. Instead, the forces behind the scenes, apparently the same forces
which used communism and national socialism for their own ends, became suddenly determined proponents of the New World Order. If you honestly explore the 'who is who' of
finance and plutocratic capitalism, you know instantly
who and what the force behind ALL that is going on in the world right now are. Do you dare
to face the FACTS and draw your own conclusions? Or do you stick your head in
the sand and pretend that all is well and that nothing extraordinary is going on,
just business as usual.
If one is willing and
able to face facts which can only be described as absolute evil, one can find
who the perpetrators of this 'sudden' paradigm shift are. About eighty years of
desperate plotting and planning, manipulating, blackmailing and bribing of
entire national governments has finally paid off. Like frogs in a pot of
water, heated up gradually, the masses of people have been ever so slowly conditioned
to not even trust their own sense of right or wrong, nor to sense the
rapidly approaching boiling point of their once 'comfortable' existence.
Conditioned to hear, see and speak no 'evil,' they dare not to complain about
their gradually increasing pain and fear. Confused by the "politically
correct"
propaganda relentlessly thrown at them through electronic media, press and movies, they
bury their heads, their mind and spirit in the two-dimensional world of
television, movies and sports. Idolizing the sports-superstars,
created by the 'Agentur,' as substitutes for their own miserable, meaningless
lives.
All this has happened
right under our noses and the blueprint for it has been known since the early
1920's. It is all written in "The
Protocols of the Elders of Zion," a mysterious book outlining what was
going to happen, and what consequently DID happen. The protocols have been
declared a forgery in a Swiss court in 1937. But what does that mean? Are we
really that dumb that we would assume for one minute that the 'Agentur' could
not and would
not influence the court findings? I can only say: read them and draw your own conclusions with an open
mind towards the picture conveyed in it's somewhat archaic, stilted language.
There is no doubt in my mind
that the protocols are neither a forgery nor a willful deception. They are
EXACTLY what they purport to be, a blueprint of the New World Order, nothing more and nothing less.
Being an 'outcast,' I
don't care what happens to me. I have found comfort when I served in the army as well as under
all kinds of crazy living conditions. Having seen an entirely different and BETTER
world, on two continents, I think I know what I'm talking about. Having escaped the
proverbial frog-pot by the grace of God, I'm still awake enough to pass on to those who want to listen, who and what the dark forces are that
destroyed not only Western Civilization, but who are also hell-bent on
destroying every trace of western man, and of the white race of which I too am a
part.
Genocide can be committed through outright murder, like the murders of his
people by the communist leader Pol Pot in Cambodia or by African tribes
killing other tribes, or it can be committed by destroying a whole civilization
through mass immigration and preferential treatment of minorities. Destroying
man's bond to his culture and heritage is genocide through alienation. It
reduces the birthrate because rational and intelligent people refuse to bring
children into an ugly, shiftless and hopeless world. While dark people procreate
mindlessly without regard for the consequences, white people see and react to
their surroundings by bearing less and less children. Thus the dark minorities
become the eventual majority, displacing the inheritors of western civilization.
Being neither a 'racist' nor a 'racialist' and not ever dreaming of a
white 'superman,' I don't want to be a frightened puppet or an international,
race-less, dreamless, cultureless consumer and working-ant in a country torn by
the factional strife between tribal or racial groups of peoples. People who
come from a different background and heritage who have nothing in common with me
except their human appearance and struggle for survival. Indeed, we are all part of God and thus equally
precious in a spiritual sense, but we are not to uproot our heritage and live
like strangers amongst strangers to be manipulated at will by the Machiavellian
elitists who have forced this situation upon us. Having lived in a
predominantly black neighborhood, I know that black people are more racist and
more racially conscious than whites. There is no doubt about that fact and there
is also no doubt about the fact that black crime has reached proportions which
make it almost impossible to live a normal life. Why the black community will
not or can not deal with this problem, has to be explored. Blaming white society
which in reality is not even in existence anymore has become a lame, outworn
excuse. I speak these words with love, because black people have such great
possibilities and natural gifts that it hurts my soul to mention their
shortcomings so bluntly. But I believe it is absolutely necessary to not deny
mentally what I have lived and experienced. What foremost struck me is a false
sense of "solidarity" amongst the majority of blacks. An attitude of
"us against them," no matter what the facts are. I guess now a days
it's called also: "playing the race card." To me this is sick tribalism at it's
worst. When black children learn to hate "whitey," and blame
white people for all their problems, instead of being taught that all races and
nationalities had to struggle with many obstacles and terrible calamities,
manmade or otherwise, and struggle to overcome them by living exemplary lives,
responsible lives in the face of adversity, then there can never, ever be a
healthy nation, no matter what social programs are instituted and no matter how
much preferential treatment is given.
When I came over here
from Germany at the age of twenty-two, I knew no one in this country and had
almost nothing in terms of money to back me up. Still, I had something much more
valuable: love and respect for all people, including myself, and an open mind to
learn different ways and a new language. But I also carried with me a stigma
imposed upon me not by my deeds or personality or even race, but by being born
in Germany and thus being a German. This stigma was with me, in my mind and I
carried it around with me like a monkey on my back. Why was it there? Because I
accepted the propaganda about Germans being evil warmongers and coldhearted,
racist, mass murderers of Jews and other minorities. Yes, I don't think anybody
who has not been in my shoes, or in the shoes of other sensitive Germans can
imagine what this is like. And to add to all this was, that my accent always
gave me away. I could never pass for a native American. As soon as I spoke,
people would ask me what my accent was. "Are you German?"
"Yes," I would admit self-consciously, with pounding heartbeat and
blushing cheeks, just "knowing" what the questioner must be thinking
about me. Of course, it came only from my own self-perception acquired and
accepted from the many sources of anti-German propaganda. But, nevertheless, it
was an inferiority complex which constantly reminded me that I as a German was
representing all Germans in this country, and that my character and behavior
would eventually "clear" me and all Germans from this evil, murderous
stigma.
This whole thing was like
a mental illness which eventually subsided through the generosity and
unconditional acceptance of me on my own character and
merits, by the truly wonderful people of this once great country.
America and the American people in the early 1960's was everything I had hoped
and imagined it would be, and more. I had nothing and I was nobody and yet the
majority of people in this country received me with a warmth, generosity
and willingness to help which can only be called "unbelievable" by
today's standards. But still, I carried this monkey of being German on my back,
despite the fact that nobody here, ever, had given me any reason to feel
inferior because of my nationality! So what is my point then in relationship to
what is going on in this country now, in this dreadful time of "political
correctness" and New World Order frenzy?
I brought all this
up, in order to show that I can truly empathize with the "black
experience," and that I understand their predicament, imagined or
otherwise. As a "maligned" German I had no one to blame and no-one to
tell me that I should hate those on whose "star I had hitched my
wagon," so to speak. If demagogues and perverted organizations and leaders
had told me that I should reject assimilation to this country because they hated
and despised me as a German, I might well have believed them. But, being that I
was all alone and on my own, I had to assimilate and I wanted to assimilate,
because I was shown a new way of life which was much superior and so much more
sensible than what I had experienced in my native country. No, I didn't know
much about American politics, corruption and crime...but I knew what I felt in
the depth of my soul living amongst a truly compassionate, kind and wonderful
people. People who often went out of their way to help me, a total stranger from
a maligned country. This is what I knew and loved about America: its wonderful
people. But if I had been overcome and surrendered to my inferiority complex
about being German, I would have remained blind to what wonderful gift was
offered to me so freely. I would have doubted the sincerity of strangers and
questioned their motive, in a state of topsy-turvy self-doubt and self-hatred,
and thus reject everything offered as being poisoned by hypocrisy and pretense.
And this is exactly what I feel is happening with black people, especially the
young black people of America today.
Surely many decades ago
blacks suffered discrimination and open hostility. But these are not the people
who reject society as being a "white" society. No it is the young
generation who has experienced none of the terrible ordeals the older generation
had to live through, who blame all their troubles on non-existing discrimination
and racial prejudice. If anything, in my observation, blacks live a very
preferential life today, as it is whites who are treated with disdain and
prejudice by the federal government and it's various bureaucratic entities. Any
black person who is willing to study and put just a little effort into their
appearance will find open doors everywhere. When I observe the appearance of
many young black people walking through my neighborhood, I can't believe that
human beings can look so purposely disgusting! With pants hanging down to the
level of their genitals and unkempt, bushy hair twisted into
"corn-rows," screeching at the top of their lungs the foulest language
possible and calling each other "nigger," how can you not be
prejudiced! Every day our street where I live is littered with garbage thrown
out of cars, from liquor bottles to used rubbers, from fast food to baby
diapers. If you never were prejudiced before, you can't help but build up such
anger and hatred after a while that the word "prejudiced" would be a
compliment. And where is the responsible black community in all of this madness?
Why don't they rally together to fight this nihilistic, self-destructive
behavior of their young people? It seems to me that the only time they do come
together is when something like the shooting of a black person by the police
happens. Then there is an outcry against police brutality, racism and prejudice
which often leads to rioting and looting. Where are the responsible black
community leaders who can see and speak out about the real problem, instead of
blaming it on everything else but the often well deserved police reaction to
endless provocation, taunting and anti-social behavior of the
"victims."?
Of course there is injustice and prejudice in even the best
societies. But people can overcome prejudice by their example and individually
prove that neither race, national origin nor the perceived stigma attached to
these concepts are valid. Whites do not move away from neighborhoods because
black people have moved in, but because of the things that I experience daily.
It is not because of prejudice per se, but because of the ugly and anti-social
behavior of many blacks. Often one hears the words: "because of my skin
color," but I believe that this is not true in most cases. -It is mostly because of
one's individual behavior and appearance.
A black friend said to me once:
"I wished that you could only be black for a week," and I said to him:
"I wished that you could be white for a week." This is what America
has become, one nation divided by races, misperceptions, demagoguery and
"cultures." No more: "One Nation under God," but many
interests, artificially promoted and inflamed by the New World Order, to serve
their nefarious purpose of destroying the once most evolved and free nation
through division from within.
Perhaps it is already much too late, but we must
tackle the problems of this Nation with total honesty and trust our sense
perceptions in order to save it from the tentacles of this NWO octopus. Black
and White must come together instead of moving further and further apart. There
might be many characteristics which divide us, but with even a little honesty,
humor and willingness to work together, we have many, many more characteristics
which can bring us together in harmony.....if only we can get rid of the
"monkey on our backs."
Considering myself a heretic and born rebel, I nevertheless can appreciate a stable and
healthy society. After all, my personal path is just that, -- personal. It is
grounded more than anything else in a deep sense of spirituality which I call
"Gnosticism." Whether this is scholarly correct I don't care. One
thing I know though is, that this country, this America, has been my destiny
from birth. I have found here what I could have never found in Germany or
anywhere else, my-self. It used to be a place, almost a sacred refuge, for even
a rebellious spirit like me. A place where I could be free to be myself and to
evolve on my own terms and pace. And as I see it now falling apart through
malignant leaders, corrupt to the core, I'm not only heart-broken, but angry
beyond words. This country, my home, died with the assassination of president
Kennedy, a slow and agonizing death lasting over many decades culminating in the
presidency of George W. Bush, which to me seems like the final mockery, by the
New World Order cabal, of this once esteemed office as head of a free and
democratic people. Perhaps by telling my story which isn't in any way remarkable
but perhaps interesting to kindred spirits, I can leave something meaningful or
even "inspirational" behind as some kind of legacy for my children,
grandchildren and whoever finds my life-story interesting.

This
picture is symbolic of the America I knew and loved.

I'm the little guy
on the left
Here I am a
fire fighter employed by the U.S. Air Force at airport Tempelhof in Berlin. This
picture is taken around 1960. I was the youngest in the department at the time
and probably ever. It was a great job with a very 'Kameradschaftliche'
atmosphere. I remember a few names of co-workers and friends such as: Herr
Kurtzweg (a friend and I can't think of his first name he was also called (shorty)
because Kurtz means short in German. And Herr Gaertner and Robert..B.(can't
remember his last name) and Heinz (Heini) Schultz, and Olaf who had just
returned from Australia, also Walter (who cooked for us during our 24 hour
shifts) and Herr Fiegert (Fickie).....
But I shall
talk about that later....
Picture on left shows the
author in 1973
Picture on right shows me in
2000 with my beloved 'comrade' Barky

The
author in Arlington, Vermont 1996
To
continue my journey go to "A
Gnostic Childhood 2"

Uwe Nolte: Erzengel Michael (Archangel
Michael)
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