Rhein-Main-Wiesbaden!
I still current, but not at my suggestion. It is over my head, negotiating an installment payment. I will sign nothing. If I present the sum already can not pay, then I can still higher rates, not ever. As mentioned earlier, the power they relate to the torture rooms, out of my budget.
As long as I still have power, I can write. Only I do not know more in the mood.
I remember now something clear to the cause in Wiesbaden.
I have never been so offended infamous! I was a guest and was treated like a whore ordered. I was discriminated against not only as a person but also because of my white skin. The cheeky Afro-American soldier believed, white means automatically bitch. So I was also called, as a white bitch. And because I do not want to be bitch.
Because I the soldier, not sexual desire would be, he made the point, as an insult to all blacks.
was in time, the slogan "Black is beatyfull" and everyone wanted to be black. At that time they were black. Today they are called, yes, African-Americans.
Good, because it is in Africa, even as an insult if you called a person as black. In Africa, the motto is, all men are tan! In Africa, there are of quite light to very dark, all skin tones. There is also preferred ideals of beauty, but in Africa one considers the gray-levels. The world is not all black and white.
dignity of African-American soldier, with his knowledge of Afro-make U.S. lobby, only half as much about Africa, as I do, then he would have shown more dignity. He cried hysterically around. Hysteria is a sign of weakness and unmanly acts. A man must be prepared and show dignity. And if he is already so large anyway that all afraid of him, then he would not have needed to intensify the effect.
For fear hurts!
Perhaps this man has never known fear. Perhaps he was already getting big. Because he enjoyed it, then dancing to make me afraid. He rose, more and more pure. I had beads of sweat on his forehead, shortness of breath and rolled her eyes and was about to faint. This seemed him even more to inspire. And he laughed as if the something would be funny.
If you've lived your life in fear, then you learn to compensate for the fear. Fear is a powerful sentiment. It can paralyze a person. But you can turn around.
There was no other way to bring this man to his senses. When a white man, I would have reacted much more, but since I was in a nightclub full of black and skin color, there apparently was an issue, I hesitated.
But then I thought, if I take him as black, I would discriminate against him as a man And I actually saw the man in more him as the black people, blacks, or African-Americans. Or even the Africans. Perhaps his father is African, but he is not.
Africans you are in the heart and not on the skin.
he were a white man among whites, I would have reacted much earlier and more energetically. And it would have been the Pope personally, then it would geschallert that they would have been to one to Rome!
No man in this world has the right to take me easily! Just because the man is great, it is not the right man to take smaller, like plastic dolls. And he did not make the right to scare people, just because these smaller, weaker, white, or are stupid enough to a woman.
There is no culture in the world in which, the female guest, the male host, pay tribute in a sexual form.
Every culture holds towards the man, the female sex, a fair distance.
especially in Africa, there are strict rules in this regard. No African would a woman without asking her and take without appropriate pre-development, just to the waist, or legs.
was the man decided to go too far. As a gentleman, he should have said: "I'm sorry! I've gone too far! "But he was no gentleman, and began to roar frightfully.
it should be something sobering effect, after all, slaps, yes there to get overheated Cavaliers to their senses!
It hurt! Should do so. I felt my fear and woe! And he enjoyed it, I was afraid of him!
Maybe he was accustomed to approach women, too. Perhaps he knew that other women had also. If you know someone well, it is of course sensitive to him.
The first five minutes, he liked me very much, but then he blew it.
He felt as man rejected, also from his, his moderate-level child comrades exposed. He wanted to show any weakness and incited all against me. I had insulted all blacks in America, because I am of him, did not let begrabschen.
This went on for weeks Keep it up. At each meeting he shouted hysterically. Who were with him, had to calm him.
I did not understand his attitude. It was embarrassing, a behavior. Especially for a man, but he saw himself as a man, probably not, but only as a black man.
The Living Brown! If I went 5 times to the solarium, I would have been just as brown. I'm white, but more African, than he. For Africans it is not internal, external. I thought that he would have learned after so many years.
He had not then apologized, but as a "peace offer" requires me to .... and his friend wanted to sit and watch!
I was outraged!
That was the American hospitality!
It went further turbulent. The man schemed against me and made me really DONE!
the Nazis was not lost on the whole, too. They floated with her saucer on the camp site.
They knew the parties, long ago, as I learned later. At that time Gerhard May Senior was in charge. He had had already started looking after corrupt blacks in the U.S. Army and talked, quite good contacts with the father of the bride, watching us was there.
I learned from Gerhard, who suddenly appeared to me. I was so exhausted that I just shivering in bed, and she never went out.
he burst suddenly into my room clean. I was shocked! He immediately called, "Peace, Peace! "He had only come to talk.
coming closer, he said, "You now have your friends so much impressed that the enemies you have to do to nothing more"
Then he sat down to my bed and even patted my hand. "You see! You did it now! Just those for which you have used up most noticed you in the back! "
He was not malicious, it seemed to do even sorry. He was trying to build up, saying, "ferry, your back to Africa" natural man ", then you're back the old woman."
I said, "I will never return to Africa and black people I will never see again. When such a problem with my white skin, I also want to see anyone anymore! "
Gerhard said, but those were the only American blacks who have money and influence. The snobs are imaginary. They believe that they suddenly, after 100 years, can easily turn the tables and now they are the Massa.
He was right. But it comforted me, because my whole world had collapsed and my supposedly best friend had betrayed me.
I could report the matter to Washington, he said. He could help me, he had contacts.
I felt too injured to exaggerate the matter even more.
About my friend Gerhard had to tell something too. After that, I was shocked even more.
It was the wrong snake that everything has been threaded. Even when she married her first husband and with him went to the USA, they had an order from the Nazis. Through them, the Nazis had as much insight into the military records of Americans.
But the bold soldier, was probably not quite right, your attitude to life, he had.
Gerhard said: "I target him falling Edison?"
I asked: "Why?" He said: "! Satisfaction"
I told him that access would be pleased for me, not revenge.
Then he said he had a better idea. He would support him.
Gerhard I had given no name and nothing more, about the story, but he knew everything. He realized that he the father and the Nazis were not serious and he forged, then still further to iron, which he would if necessary in the fire.
He mentioned the name of the bold soldier whom I had not noticed right time, in all the excitement.
Gerhard said he had rescherschiert in military computer and found out that the man, a "giant" is. The culture of people who have the syndrome, particularly in highly developed.
The syndrome is not a disorder or disease, but a "gift of the gods". Alexander the Great had this gift and many other generals. In the right hands it is a gift in the wrong a curse!
anyone know how to handle it, the own the world. But who seeks only forward, ignoring the secondary factors, he can not make the right decisions. People are moving factors that can not be put in place, as they are needed.
THE KEY TO SAY, STILL: PSYCHHOLOGIE!
And beware of wrong advice!
Gerhard did not manage to cheer me up. He told me some things I should not then know that I have but should bear in me. He cleared, then the memory.
The only time I was really happy about it.
Some years later, he took me to Africa and he just gave me the love of the "black continent" back.
the first time in Africa, I was when I was 1 ½ years old.
Only months before Kennedy's assassination.
Suddenly there was uproar in Sopot. A little girl was gone. As the face of the earth. Because Nazis drives the search, the whole town was involved. You searched for a week, they searched for another week. They turned every stone in the town over so I was told later. Eventually they gave up the search.
The Nazis had the no rest, they were thinking about again and again. Then remembered the one that was lying there plays a pink sweater in a corner of the flying saucer. He wanted to see, but then he got distracted and forgot about it.
Now she wondered who they had such a sweater. It turned out, none of the Nazis had a pink sweater. Would also be funny.
Then, weeks later, developed the photos, some time previously, had been made in the club. Since they went to see. One also remembers that his bag on the day was so heavy.
how I looked when I had emigrated to Africa for the first time!
The Nazis came to us at that time every morning and fed me with jam sandwiches. You were my survival guarantee. They cared about me, not my mother.
And they told a lot of their travels. At some point they thought I was already so reasonable that they tell me, now could dedicate even as a club member. But for this they needed a passport photo of me.
I looked wrong. Because they asked, "What do you want ?. No picture "- I said," Yes, but I will not be a member "
After making sure that I understood the word and correctly, they said it would decide my parents.
At one time, I was "too small".
They had set up a rule that said, as long as children still do not understand the word member, the parents decided on the membership.
I understood the word and still said: "I do not want" then they said I had to do nothing. Me, would simply sit down and photograph.
I said, "Then I make a crooked face!"
And so that was a while longer.
Finally, they fetched my mother. One said to her: "Listen, as a mother yet so you have tricks to bringing the child to do something that will not do it" She said she had no such tricks.
They suggested that normally the same.
The Nazi she urged: "As a parent you have to, but know your child. What is it, in which non-guaranteed says no? "
And there was something. I had bought. My mother said if I join in good, then I would get a dress and would keep it too.
That was my problem at the time. Actually I have been great, but I had to walk around in the romper. I asked, "What? A real dress, such as proper for a man "-
She assured me I would get a proper dress and so I agreed.
I admitted to laugh, I would not anyway.
The Nazis said it: "You do not have too! Otherwise no one knows you! "(Stonecould mary?)
Then it was ready. We went to the club where the photos should be made. A woman asked my mother about the dress. She was startled, for she had forgotten it and now had no more money. Then she remembered that an aunt who owned a knitting machine, you had promised to knit something for them. They also had wool are there. She ran to her aunt and had to quickly knit a baby dress. Now I was finally served.
Finally a dress and then a romper!
I was pissed! I think it shows in the picture.
Two hours later I was already in Africa!
HOW? It's simple:
The Nazis were talking and turned her back to me. One had his big briefcase bag, wide open at the table left standing. When I saw this, I looked down at me and thought that if I rolled me up like a cat, because then I would fit inside.
sooner said than done! As soon as I sat inside, closed the bag. She asked what had been. Seen, but nothing suspicious.
They took the bag and got into the car. They drove, just outside the city to its saucer. They brought inside the bag, went out and continued talking. I got out of his pocket and was looking for a more appropriate hiding place. I rolled together in a corner.
That was the pink sweater, which had seen the Nazi later.
I knew exactly where I was going. The Nazis had told enough about their activities in Africa.
That was my first trip of this kind, but only one of many that followed.
I wanted to find the "natural man". People who were corrupted by the plastic-consumption society. People who have had honest feelings. I have then also found.
When the Nazis got out and went along with the bag away, I crawled out. I looked out and saw the ladder. The SPRO must were so far away from each other, that I had to torture me to get from one to another. Once on the last rung, I saw that there was much air between the floor and me. But I wanted to Africa, so I dropped me.
I fell softly, for I was completely caught by many hands.
They were very small people. As small as children, but they have had adult faces. And they were friendly. I was delighted.
They put me on the floor and bowed before me. I needed some time to convince them that it was just me.
After they had me scanned thoroughly and had convinced himself that I actually was a man, they came out of me.
I was ashamed, but then I thought they're all naked. So it is, just when you're a man or nature. However, I felt a little naked, like the others and found this, probably because they smeared me, one with all sorts of tinctures and wrapped me in sheets. Then they ordered me to bed rest.
I could not move for days. If I did, then she scolded me. Not a good exchange, I thought.
Now I had found my natural man, but she would not let me run around. After some communication experiments in which they always said 'klix, klix, "I understand. They thought I was sick because my skin was so white.
you thought there was a little girl from heaven down increased because it needed their help. And so they tried my skin to make healthy again. It did not succeed, I'm still white.
Finally, I had managed to convince them that I was healthy and my skin looked always so. Then they allowed me to run around. That was beautiful! Just be free!
evening we sat around the campfire and told the old stories. I could understand the stories yet, but I liked it so already. Just the way I had imagined. My dream had come true.
My skin was, from day to day brown. But then they came up with the idea that my skin, perhaps the strong sun could not tolerate, so I thought, and they smeared me with dirt. They showed, always at the top.
corresponded so very not, my previous education and I felt me quite uncomfortable. But then I saw the ladder, hover over us. I ducked as best I could, and they floated on.
The saucers are an energy shield that makes them invisible. Follows automatically. You can not even visible. Come down deep enough, you see only the conductor.
After the Nazis had realized that I was cut off to Africa, she studied everything from there for me.
The others I had already given up long ago, but the Nazis felt responsible and investigated further. Then they were back in Sopot and discussed.
One asked: "Have you seen? The little man? "The others said it was interesting, but for which they have, currently do not have time.
They talked about where they could still look for me.
They held out for, for a girl in a pink knit dress. Then remembered the one that for the little people, a child had looked remarkably bright. They looked at each other, jumped high and came dead-straight back to Africa.
you found me and swore mighty with me.
Back in Sopot, I was in front of the whole club "Disciplined". I was standing on the stage, very strictly enjoined, that I would never do such a thing again.
Ph! As if I would interested. I knew now how it goes.
The members looked so angry that she exuded a cold wave. The angry watching, they practiced before the mirror.
Then should my parents take me home. The "punishment" I was not allowed to stay. We were barely out of the building, heard peals of laughter. Then I heard my step-grandpa call between: Do not laugh! This confirms ! Her and then she just does this again and again "
From then on, when I was asked a question, I said, out of spite only:" Klix Klix-"Then she looked even more evil. But as soon as I turned around, she snorted with laughter. I understood not then why they laughed. I thought they not take me seriously and was offended and wanted to get away than ever. to
From there, I made many such trips. I was just a good girl and waited until the Nazis thought no more about it. It worked every time
the second time in Africa, I pulled my dress out of going to volunteer to help me adapt to the customs of a country. I threw the dress into the bushes and walked off.
you found me, again and again, but they had much to do.
was the first large-file transfer pocket than when I was growing up, I had to, can always come up with new tricks. As long as I was little, I could not climb alone, getting back into the saucer. Only because, I also do not want to. These places were not always welcoming, after the Nazis had taken hold there. After such a shock moments, I thought it better, only time again to go back to. When the Nazis came back, I came forth and said, "Here I am!"
They fell every time, flabbergasted and amazed that I had not been eaten. Then one said: "This is so weird that not even a lion dares to eat it!"
As thousands are still hazy memories. In Africa, I was quite often. I wanted to prevent the Africans were murdered. When I was traveling in 1981, believed the Nazis, of course, I wanted to return to Africa. But somehow I stumbled, then over the Orient.
and that was good!
Whether with or without a veil, I was always respected. If anywhere are still Christian values, then in Islam and Africa.
After the matter in Wiesbaden, I would have given up my love for Africa, almost. Gerhard brought me again to this place.
He has long played a double game. He introduced me to many ethnic groups before they were killed. He showed me the last few symbiotic systems before they disappeared. These were peoples who lived in a separate, closed symbiosis. That is, they used no contact with other groups. For as soon as they did, they became ill and died.
you could infect each other, so they wanted, their immune system overcame this because their bacterial flora was matched. Kamen foreign germs added, they were all sick.
In Africa, we know that God has these ethnic groups with the intention to be screened in this way by others. You should continue to develop in themselves, without other communications. They should cultivate genuine true values, without external influence. They had special messages to us others, but they were exterminated by the Nazis.
When I was still small, swarming in the African bush, the only way of life. Meanwhile this has changed.
There were at least 10,000 different ethnic groups. Some, with only a few hundred people, some with thousands, even tens of thousands. The Nazis took them away, just the women. Then they watch it.
The men were mostly just sit and die. Before grams
I have seen and nothing could do for them. Not infrequently they stun me, or I have to delete the memory, because I would not cope.
Gerhard wanted me to see all this, he said. He had reasons.
When the Nazis, then at some point felt that I had seen too much and wanted to kill me, he flew me out and put me in the Maasai from. There I stayed for a while.
the Nazis he knows him, he had me lost somewhere in Africa and already was the fumble, release it from scratch.
So! I was staying safe, the Nazis were busy and he had a free hand! He is a cunning fox!
I do not know if he gave me, really said the truth. I only know that I always tell the truth!
not always the right time, but I always tell the truth!
The soldier has not done his homework. Time is running out! But if he wants to catch up, I knew a good teacher.
There is no woman and there is no white. He should go to my African father. There is a man with a simple cloth to the waist, a simple shirt and Jesus sandals. The only jewelry he wears, at most a few simple bangles, and yet he exudes as much dignity, how could it not a man in his best suit.
If he asks him who he was and what role he fulfilled, he will say: "I take care of the cows!"
It is an exercise in humility, but he has a majestic grace. He is as smart as he would in all Academies of the world and studied every word he says is true. He will look into the soul of the soldier and know exactly what plagues them. He will open his eyes to the outside as the inside. Soon, the soldier will know that he has a true king himself.
the king of the Maasai!
He is very powerful and wise. Although he has never left Africa, he knows exactly what is happening in each country in the world to himself. And he understands everything. He had known about the incident in Wiesbaden, I needed to tell him nothing. He knew the soldiers and he said he was waiting for him.
He had him important things to say.
He also knew that once a little girl who had risen in the pink dress from the sky. The young man had caught it, so that they do not injure yourself. They used it and took care of her, until she was picked up again. Since the story was, in Africa make their rounds.
I was fascinated to sit on this man until I die at his feet and listen to his words, would have satisfied me. I have never used something else. When I had gone, I begged him on his knees to be allowed to become his fifth wife, just to be allowed to stay.
He said I could stay and come back at any time, but when his white daughter.
He is a king, through and through, body and soul. This man does not need a suit. He has so much dignity that you instinctively feel the need to bow to. He is the Dalai Lama in Africa! He is the manner in which everything flows together. And he waits for a long time!
He is, as a shepherd, but he is a king of unprecedented power, both in Africa and beyond.
If the soldier wants to learn and find his roots, that would be the chance!
The Afro-Americans seeking their roots in the wrong place.
Those who can afford to go to Africa and sit in posh hotels. They leave their money in the pockets of the white man's flow, who built the hotel.
This is not Africa!
whether a face is bright or dark, plays no role. If a face is dark, then one turns the person into the light, so you can see their facial expressions better. The Somali make themselves, even a joke of it. Rotate, deliberately in the shadows, they say, at some point with a smile: "Well, tell me, I turn to me,"
In Africa, no one has problems with skin color, skin color because we all are!
I can not understand the African-American. They stand between the cultures and none of them care.
For my taste, go to open with sexuality. Maybe so, but only in the military Sun The Army should buy the men knitting to keep them busy in their spare time.
The soldiers I recommend watching it is that it not slip on the thick mucus track, which has formed around him. At one point, it is particularly bold. Someone is playing wrong and I'm not!
revenge on the white woman?
OK! But, please come to the right!
My opinion: black soldier - white woman!
And why not vice versa?
If white women, fixated exclusively on black men and black men are, in return, only to white women, then the fetishism!
I, for one, am not a fetishist!
What I see in the man and expect a white man can both meet and also a black man and everyone, which is in between. It could also be a Chinese, where, he provides the other personality traits that make him to me, as a man attractive.
Whether it is light or dark skin is of no relevance. If the person likes, also like the exterior. But, added dark skin, I feel personally as beautiful, as pale white skin.
Once I have wept bitter tears because I was so white. I stayed a long time, as between very dark people. I was with them understood great, but more and more I imagined that I was wrong see Staring. I got used so to the dark skin that I hated my paleness.
Perhaps, also hung with the fact that they were otherwise very nice. I felt more and more as a beauty ideal. My hair was almost white, in the strong sun and it looked terrible.
tried to console me. They said I was not ugly, just different. But I heard, yes, my whole life!
I was inconsolable and was downright sick. Until a woman who lived nearby, let me call to him.
Fortunately, we mean in Africa, what about psychology. There are always people who understand and say the right thing at the right time. It's almost like magic, but it is only our good, old psychology.
For in Africa has all stronger!
The lesson I drew from this experience, now I not only knew, I had felt what it is like to be a different color majority subordinates. It could have been reversed. I could have been dark and the others, it would have been hell, the same effect.
It turned out that the lighter-skinned people who had deliberately withdrawn in order to prove to me how much psychology affects.
Africa is psychology!
And who knows Africa knows, the world!
We all come from Africa and there we go, eventually all out again!
my only natural people will probably not be there. The Nazis had left the television on family life, because of the press.
There were thousands of these young people who were respected by all other groups. Then they were discovered by the Nazis. (I should know, because I was really there!)
The Nazis exterminated together the little people who missed them loin apron, put them in German and German customs. And because they were so sweet, they made movies with them, they made known. Not only for commercial purposes. These people really liked them. Nevertheless, they murdered them cruelly.
through the brainwashing they are immune to feelings when they are under marching orders. If they relax and are not automated, you can normally talk to them.
think you, then a more efficient, than other people because they are trimmed out. You need the real values, only recognize correctly before they twist it. That is why they are the ones who know it best. Otherwise we keep them as much as possible before. They are the biggest deceiver!
Ironically, Hitler had the idea for the hypno-brainwashing, just across the African peoples.
He watched as they trained their warriors, and recognized the psychological intelligence that was behind it. The advantage was Hitler. Africa has to do with what's happening more than anyone realizes.
When I saw my "natural man" was the last time ', there were only a few hundred, and almost only men. They looked very haggard, and in their faces, was already buried deep mourning.
Gerhard they saw as his small private mini-state. Every evening, Item 7 clock, as I told the men, he let them compete.
He looked forward to "his little man." He was so sweet. But they did not find it sweet, because they fear he inspired. And because he had taken their wives, they terrorized and so sadistically murdered, that she, as regarded the devil incarnate.
compete He let her, saw her fear and was beside himself.
He reached out to individuals and tore it up, literally in the air. As if they were dolls.
He loved her, but she loved him back because he is awesome. His negative energy flows out from him formally.
He showed me all 'the ugly things, so I know how he always said.
And I think I understand.
The fear in the faces of his victims, he associated with the fact that I had as a baby reacts so frightened of him. I had torn his hands in the air, fingers spread apart, the hair stood on end and I was so terrified face as I had seen the devil himself.
I saw in that moment that he was changing and I wish I would have reversed the moment, but then came his brother Peter and attacked him. They beat themselves, as never before, and then was attacked by Gerhard Allen.
The father treated him like a vicious dog anyway. He threw food on the ground that Gerhard had to take by mouth.
He refused, was beaten, humiliated and forced to.
behind his back, criticizing the Nazis with her boss, so I heard more of it. I have also observed time.
I crept back time around in search of a "car-sharing opportunity," on their site. May came to the Nazis and Gerhard. I hid myself was with and how he was humiliated. He suffered from its own aggression and the father drove it further and further. In my opinion, it has made it to what it is today.
He himself suffers under it and wants to finish everything. But he still wants a "graceful exit" have, as he put it.
His idea: Battle of the giants on the moon! What he really plans to eventually, I do not know. I suspect, however. Until now everything has not voted, he said added. He guides us all, somehow.
It comes to me, almost seems as if he would also affect my memories. This energy can create a program to send through the thickest walls to make a complete scan of a target person. Then they call back the program, build errors in the scanned sample, send it back and the man is sick.
now believe the devil worshipers, they would have the mother, with her voodoo to put the corner.
this trick used by the Nazis, in the early nineties.
They founded devil-cult, using this Energy, they made before men, there was the devil. Particularly large number of Muslims fell for this trick. About these sects, the club got additional influx of members.
for the target groups that they could not directly confront them with their cause, they thought up such stories.
With this energy you can not fool all the people.
me he does, even while away from it. Time I bowed down before me cramps, then I have strong heart pain, then I tremble complete, like a leaf. I think he does it very specifically.
not know what he wants to enforce. I only know that I can not and it is approaching to the end!
first For months, commercials that were shot years ago
second The thing with Mubarak is staged by the Nazis, for deflecting
third Sphinx: Open Sesame-up mechanism, in which 4 people, simultaneously, all perfectly coordinated, should make a rotation.
4th The aggressive "Allies" are from the moon light-shy, for it infects people with aggressive DNA.
In short, the situation is getting worse. Still I do not have more children, Gerhard dismember the front of my nose, and could process Allien. I did not feel that he will have to wait until April.
PS: John F. Kennedy flew for 2 days, with around a saucer. It pleased him very much, but then he said to the Nazis: "Look guys! Nice toy! But this I do not sell the world, "which tells the Nazis often. Among them, the saying had more weight than this, "I am a Berliner" She admired him for his steadfastness.
