Ueber the Übermenschen in Germany
7.22.24 | Testimony Authored by Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA) survivor 'Oliver Untwisted'
Foreword
Hello Dear Reader,
I used a synonym in this testimony, call myself Oliver, between me and the cult-network, there are many other people, who, whether due to ignorance or denial, wouldn’t believe me, accuse me of lying or deny my sanity.
In the following, I deliberately name places, people and their connections, in order to gradually classify them, into an overall picture, or to let you, dear reader, do this, so that you can form your own opinion, about the events of my life. I will change company names slightly, but only so much, that any search on Google will show the right one in a few seconds.
Chapter 01: Ghost Stories & My Search for Truth
My name is Oliver, I was born on July 20th, 1986, in Wetzlar - a city in the heart of Germany in the state of Hesse.
Like probably all SRA survivors, I initially thought that my childhood and youth and my parents' home and life were ‘completely normal’. I had parents and relatives who raised me, I went to kindergarten and school, and I had a phase, as a teenager. That I would definitely describe as ‘difficult’ today. I successfully completed my school, leaving certificate and vocational training as a wholesale and foreign trade clerk.
But the older I got, the more difficult my life became. But the older I get, the wiser and more aware I become that my life from my earliest days, was not normal - even if I was led to believe it.
I had been suffering from sleep paralysis and nightmares, at night, for years, went to class exhausted and tired, even when I was at school. Through a video game, in which you could photograph ghosts, I got the idea to try it myself. I suspected that spiritual attacks were behind my nightly sleep paralysis, but I couldn't tell which ghosts. One night, when I was able to move again after the sleep paralysis, I grabbed a digital camera and took photos of my room. In one picture, an entity was right in front of me - you could clearly see his outline and facial features. It was transparent, but you could see that his eyes were on me. In another photo, a creature could be seen, floating through the door about thirty centimeters above the ground. It was wearing a black robe, which made its outline even more visible. My interest in the supernatural was aroused, and I looked for solutions to get rid of this spiritual problem. I suspected that playing around with occult practices was the cause of the problem - I had been playing with a Ouija board a few years earlier. I had done this three times - although I was previously afraid that I wouldn't be able to get rid of the spirits I summoned. Through a forum, I came into contact with a witch from the Ruhr area (even if she would describe herself as a shaman). She sent me a CD with e-books, shamanism, satanism, esotericism, the Anastasia volumes etc.
None of that could really help me, so she put me in touch with a man from Switzerland. This would be her master/teacher and she would visit him regularly. The two wrote to each other via ICQ and discussed whether this was the path I would choose. At the time I didn't know what to do with it, but with what I know today, it all makes a lot more sense.
At that time, I was an annual intern in an AW0 Frankfurt retirement home. I dragged myself through everyday life. On weekdays I lived in the staff dormitory of the retirement home in Oberursel. But the mental attacks didn't stop, so one night, I ran out of my room in a panic because I heard clicking noises outside my window. My mother was a nurse in the same retirement home and the two interns,from the previous year trained me and another intern, Björn. They gossiped about him behind his back and made fun of him because of the nervous tics he had. I was all the more surprised when Björn told me one day that he and Steffi had been at a private party; she had invited him. Nobody had told me anything about a private party, let alone invited me, so I didn't think anything of it at the time.
Björn said he was a punk, but at the same time, he had a large Dynam0 Dresden flag in his room - the soccer club Dinam0 Dresden - which is strongly associated with right-wing extremism. I didn't think anything of it, at the time.
What I found strange was that an employee stopped coming to work, from one day to the next, because someone was stalking him. I met him in the first week of work; he himself, was a nursing intern. One weekend, at home, an inaudible voice commanded me to go to local Brethren church - which I didn't do. When I talked to two interns from another retirement home about my spiritual problem, they said with a smile I should seek help from a witch coven in Frankfurt - both of whom were ‘friends’ with its members. I didn't do this either. The year passed and so did my time in the AW0 Frankfurt retirement home.
Years later, it emerged that AW0 managers and employees were said to have embezzled millions of dollars from nursing home residents, and this may have happened nationwide. Even connections up to the highest political offices - especially in Frankfurt/Wiesbaden - were involved in this scandal.
In 2006 I started my training in a small branch at Wutschner Fahrzeugteile GmbH & Co KG. I only got this job through my aunt, who was friends with one of the employees. In total, there were four people in the branch where I worked, including me. The two women were called Daniela - one of whom was my trainer, the branch manager. Her husband worked for the Rital company and her son, was a soldier, in the Bundeswehr. The other Daniela was my aunt's friend. Then there was Alex, an employee who was a trained car mechanic. His father was a big shot in the Frankfurt police, the police force, that years later would cause a scandal with right wing extremism and child pornography.
During my training, I had a lot of fun with the other employees, but I was even more irritated that they openly talked to me about sexual immorality, sex with others outside of marriage. This all remained supposedly, purely ‘theoretical’, but such views were alien to me.
I found it more unpleasant when I celebrated with Alex and some of his friends - one of whom talked to me about his threesomes with him and a friend and a neighbor - as if it were completely normal. A girlfriend at the time also talked about how she was cheating on her boyfriend. This boyfriend of hers she had met on the school bus when she was sixteen years old; he, her boyfriend, was the forty-year-old bus driver. Since a classmate (also the same age) had started something with a bus-driver who was also around forty years old, I didn't think anything of it. I also found it strange that the parents of the two girls had no objection to it. Although I was thinking something when one of my acquaintances, Andre, in his late twenties, had something with twelve- to sixteen-year-old teenage girls, regularly impregnated them and then separated from them. The teenage girls' parents apparently didn't mind their daughters dating a man so much older either.
During this time, I was friends with another Alex; a schoolmate of my sister who had a strong penchant for crime and apparently some criminal connections in Wetzlar. He told me how great a life as a criminal would be, which I took in all the more easily at the time given my naive, youthful, careless nature and lack of life experience. In my dreams, it was mostly women who talked to me, including about biker clubs. Sometimes they talked to me about sex - that I should be more open, while I was sexually stimulated (succubus). They said that I didn't even have to breathe through my lungs. I just had to imagine it, then it would happen by itself. (Aquamen programming).
The years of my training went by and finally ended in 2009. Because I was the only secondary school student among high school graduates to successfully complete my training as a wholesale and foreign trade clerk, my ambition was awakened to get my high school diploma on the second educational path, a college for adults, in the city of Wetzlar. After about a year, when I was living in the college's dormitory on weekdays, my sleep problems and my nightmares began to become so severe, that I realized that I had to solve my spiritual problem - otherwise, I would not be able to withstand the increasing pressure, to perform at school.
In January 2011, I began to hear voices both internally and, at times, externally that presented themselves to me as helpers for the ascension of humanity that would help me clear my negative karma (what I had from a previous life) what would be the alleged cause of all my problems. In my nightmares, I sometimes died a thousand deaths, seemingly slipping from one state of consciousness to another, sometimes more, sometimes less conscious. In these dreams, I could occasionally recognize the voices of some classmates talking to someone I didn't know and then speaking directly to me.
In these dreams, which I had since early childhood, different people talked to me, said things to me & occasionally seemed to test me for my reaction. I have also been a Star Wars fan since the earliest days of my life, so I was also interested in the topic of UFOs as I had read so much about such things in the E-books that the witch had sent me. What also accompanied me from early childhood was this strong buzzing that I heard, especially at night, which seemed to come from different directions. But mostly from the direction of the Neukirche company in Niederweidbach from the other side of the street, where different people went into the house which seemed to be the office building.
Since my mother bought the house and we moved there in 2001, the duration and intensity of this buzzing has steadily gotten worse, as have my - presumably - spiritual attacks. This house that my mother loved so much. For the purpose of ‘financing’ - as she said, she drove with me to Hanover then made a detour to Hamburg and stopped in front of a house in the south of the city. I stayed in the car. My mother seemed to know the resident of the house, who was unknown to me. I didn't think anything of it and didn't ask. So, I enjoyed the trip and time with my mother, as she usually didn't like taking me with her. She was particularly reluctant to go shopping, which she preferred to do with my grandmother and my sister and without me, and where she occasionally met people she knew.
My sister is a few years younger than me and is my family's favorite. She was also allowed to attend my uncle's ‘music lessons’, which took place at his private home or in the associated music club.
In 2011 the attacks and voices finally got so bad that I was scraping the wallpaper in my room with my bare fingernails. One night the voices scared me by saying that they were reptoids, which I had already read about, taking their victims into underground facilities to torture and eat them in satanic rituals. This caused such panic in me that I wanted to take my own life by slitting my wrists. But disgusted with blood, only a deep cut was left, below my wrist. My sister called the ambulance, and I was taken to a hospital and stitched up. Because I was embarrassed in front of my classmates at the college, I made up an excuse why my wrist was bandaged.
My mother was overwhelmed by the situation and sought help from a REIKI teacher, to whom she took me. She couldn't help me either - she tried to calm me down. Since my absences increased, I was called to the head of the college by Ms. Weidemann-Graser. I made up an excuse why I came to class so irregularly, saying that I often had to drive my grandfather - who was suffering from cancer - to the hospital and pick him up again. During the conversation, she told me about another dorm resident who started hearing voices and was scratching the wallpaper with his bare nails. Like me, but I didn't think anything of it either, she couldn't possibly know about what was happening at home.
I needed help and looked for it on the Internet on all sorts of esoteric sites without my situation improving.
Meanwhile, the attacks continued with an intensity that was almost unbearable. In class I sometimes noticed how my consciousness was slipping away within a very short time. As quickly as these attacks started, they stopped again so quickly that my consciousness returned to normal. When certain classmates sat next to me, I became sleepy and tired. I had to cancel my visit to college under these circumstances - I had no other choice. Although I got along so well with the other students who seemed to have the same interests as me and almost seemed to know what was going on in my head.
So, I continued to search the vastness of the Internet for the truth and, above all, a solution to my problem. In a YouTube video, a man, Roger Mourneu, shared how he almost became a member of a satanic lodge and the group's end-time plans. One of their goals to present demonic spirits or fallen angels as friendly development aid aliens to humanity when the economy and natural disasters were increasingly driving humanity into despair. He also talked about his conversion to the Lord Jesus Christ and how He saved him from the clutches of that group.
I ordered three books in search of spiritual knowledge, the ultimate truth: the Koran, the Bible, and a book about Buddha. The last book I read was the Bible, however, after the first chapters in the Old Testament, I hardly wanted to put it down and began to literally devour it in the search for truth, the search even for life. Many things that I and everyone in the world had observed now made sense. In a dream, one of the voices said to me, “self-denial” or “self-realization”, which I couldn’t relate to. In the background, I recognized my aunt's voice trying to scare me that ‘burglars’ were coming soon.
I got the idea to go on a pilgrimage thanks to a forum post on the social media network “Who knows Who”, which was particularly well-known in Germany. The man, Metti, a security-employee from Fulda, wanted to make a pilgrimage from Wolfratshausen, near Munich, via the Goetheweg to Rome, Italy. We wrote back and forth a few times and finally, I said yes. I bought a backpack - and far too many other things that I wanted to take with me - on my pilgrimage, and took the train to the meeting point, Munich Central Station. On the first day of the pilgrimage, half of the things I bought flew into the bushes as I couldn't possibly travel such a long distance with so much luggage.
We agreed on a meeting point for the evening because Metti was a faster walker than me and we didn't want to walk next to each other. One day the meeting point was McDonalds, in Innsbruck, Austria, where Metti was already waiting for me with two women who invited us to spend the weekend with them, whom he had, apparently, just met in the restaurant. I could really use a pilgrimage break, so I agreed. One of the women, Bettina, had a cabriolet and had to drive several times to get the three of us to her house. She lived in a suburb of Innsbruck, in Zirl. The women were also very nice and cooked for us. I was even allowed to use Bettina's laptop. Like everyone else, I looked at its contents. Bettina seemed to have a lively sex life, had nude pictures of herself, and all sorts of male contacts. I pretended I didn't see this and put the laptop away as quickly as it was in my hands.
In the evening, Metti and Bettina's friend went to a bar, Bettina and I were alone. We talked and she told me about Austria, the dialect they spoke, and about her job at Swarovsky. Then she suggested that I could sleep in her bed, and I agreed, because I was tired of my air mattress. Although Bettina had expected more, we had just another conversation and I finally fell asleep.
After the weekend, the two women and the daughter of one of the ladies, Sarah, accompanied us to the train station. Metti and I continued our pilgrimage. In the evening, we met in a restaurant, an old castle. There were a few bikes, in the parking lot, with “F” on the license plate, “F” for Frankfurt. One of the largest cities in Hesse, the region I was born in not far from the retirement home where I completed my annual internship. We started talking to the bikers and finally said goodbye to look for a place to stay overnight. So, we both continued our pilgrimage.
Annoyed by Metti's constant filming (he kept a video diary on YouTube, which he called "Road to Rome"), we separated early in Roverto, Italy. I continued my pilgrimage to Lake Garda where I spent a few more days. Two Italian women showed me the nearest train station in Verona and even accompanied me on the bus ride there.
However, when I arrived at the train station in Marburg, Hesse, my mother refused to even pick me up and left me standing there. My sister was persuaded to pick me up and so I was back home with the same problems and attacks as before. I also had this during my pilgrimage, sometimes more, sometimes less strongly. A relative who visited particularly frequently during this time, and only during this time, was surprised, not to say horrified, to see me back home so early.
Living with My Grandparents
The tensions between me, my grandmother, my mother and my sister increased with each passing day. Even though I didn't know what to do with my life after dropping out of college, these three put more pressure on me every day. They regularly threatened to throw me out, even though I just needed a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. This went so far that after an argument, I left the house to visit my grandparents, like every Saturday, my mother and my aunt followed me in the car and unloaded my backpack with some things at my grandparents' house, telling me I should now be living with my grandparents - both of whom are very old. I was allowed to come over to print out applications, as I didn't have my own internet connection, or own printer. I complied with this and regularly printed out applications for job advertisements that I wanted to apply for.
One day these visits were too much, and my sister took the front door key from me. I thought it was outrageous and wanted it back since I had permission to print applications. My sister called my uncle and aunt to forcibly remove me from the apartment. My aunt cried for no apparent reason.
So, from then on, I lived in Donsbach - a village near the town of Dillenburg - with my grandparents who were in their late eighties or mid-nineties. A relative who lived just a few houses away often came to visit my grandparents. During one of her visits, she casually said that her daughter and her husband, my godmother, were Freemasons and that they were completely harmless. Her son, Uwe, was about to become mayor of Dillenburg in the nineties but failed in the election. I objected that the Freemasons were harmless, but I didn’t think anything of it when she asked me about it. Not even when a former classmate at the college wrote that her family were also members of the Freemasons. The fact that there was a flyer from the faith healer Bruno Gröning or his circle of friends on my grandmother's living room table made me suspicious, but I also thought this was just a coincidence. During this time, relatives, my father's half-brother's family, from the village of Breitscheid in the Westerwald, regularly came to visit me and they seemed to be trying very hard for me at the time. They regularly went to the local free church and gave me books about the Christian faith. One day I went with my grandparents to visit them. Since they claimed to be devout Christians, I was even more surprised that they allowed their teenage granddaughter to run around at home almost exclusively in a bikini - especially when there were visitors. I was surprised but didn't think anything of it.
I also didn't think anything of it when my cousin and her husband hit on me now and then. My cousin's husband also works for Rital. I met them once when I was going to the cinema. I once met him in a billiards parlor while I was playing with a girlfriend. My cousin, Marko, had been the leader of a free church community for a time and also lived in Breitscheid with his family.
Since I regularly read my Bible and was looking for a church, I went to different mostly Brethren-churches, which can be found in every town in the region - including the church in Manderbach of which Mr. Wäsch, an evangelist, is a member.
During this time, I went to an Adventist church even more regularly, but after a few months I recognized their teachings, around the alleged prophet Ellen G. White as unbiblical. I had downloaded an app where you could read one of her books, “The Early Works of Ellen G. White,” for free. After the first few pages, I realized that the teachings that this woman had spread didn’t correspond to what was written in the Bible, and even clearly contradicted it.
While looking for a Bible-believing church, my relatives advised me to get in touch with Mr. Diehl, who was also part of a Brethren-church in the village of Medenbach. I wanted to get baptized. We met - he lived not far from my cousin, Marko. Mr. Diehl gave me some reading material on the topic of baptism, and this increased my desire even more. I was baptized on October 31, 2012.
Hamburg
In the summer of 2013, I still felt the desire to get my high school diploma. I regretted having stopped attending college in Wetzlar, even though the attacks had forced me to do so, and even though they were still in my life in the same way. Since I no longer wanted to live with my grandparents, I looked for colleges with dormitories. There were only four of these in Germany; in Bavaria, in Cologne, in Hamburg and in Wetzlar. Since I couldn't manage to register again for the college in Wetzlar after I dropped out, only the three others remained. After a few days, I got a call from the college in Hamburg, saying that the aptitude tests would be written the following day and that I would be invited to take part. The next day, my grandfather drove me to the train station, I bought a ticket to Hamburg and took part in the aptitude test. After the test, all applicants were asked to go into a classroom to identify accommodations and shared apartments among themselves. I decided to move in with Volkan.
After a few weeks I received the results by post - I had passed the test and was allowed to attend the college from August 1st, 2013. However, I had concerns because my last visit to college had failed and I still had the same problems and attacks. Since smartphones were emerging at this time, I also had one. Sometimes the battery drained so quickly that I felt like I could sense a real energy field emanating from these devices, especially when the GPS was on and especially when I was holding it in my hands. My palm was pulsating, and I could feel my consciousness beginning to fade.
At the end of July, my mother was persuaded to help me move to Hamburg as I only had my trekking backpack with a few clothes and the Lutz mattress that I wanted to take with me. So, the move happened quite quickly.
On the first of August, all new students were divided into classes and assigned to their class teachers. Each student was given a moment to introduce themselves to the class. One classmate in particular caught my eye, Manuel, who said he came from the city of Marburg. Marburg was only a few kilometers away from my home village. It was the city where I went to vocational school and where my aunt worked at the health department.
Although I am a sociable and open person, the class, especially Manuel, seemed to have something against me. My classmates seemed downright dismissive, which I explained by saying that this was probably because they had grown up in a big city or something else - the somewhat cooler, northern German style. In just a few months, attending college became more and more strenuous for me so that the absences increased again. Since it was important to me to go to church services regularly, I found a congregation in the neighboring Wandsbek district. And so, I went to church on Wednesdays and Sundays. As I walked there one Wednesday evening and looked into the shops, the woman in a hair salon looked familiar. It was Anastasia, the sister of my best friend Viktor when I was at school, with whom I had been together for a few months. My mother already told me that she had also moved to Hamburg, shortly after I moved, but she couldn't give me a reason why.
I met Viktor in 2004 and we quickly became friends as we both listened to the same style of music, ‘Metal’. For fun, we painted our fingernails black and went to school like that.
For fun, Viktor had a large Baphomet poster hanging in his room. Just for fun, Viktor read a book about satanic rituals. After a while he told me that I should change my clothing style because it was so boring. He, suddenly, had something to complain about my taste in music. Also, in certain behaviors and ways of speaking that I used. In a conversation he told me how men, from the high-rise housing estate, in Herborn, had raped him as a child, and how his father, when the family came to Germany from Kazakhstan, drank heavily, beat him and threatened him with a knife. Viktor's father worked at the Rital company.
That's how I got to know Viktor and his family and also his sister Anastasia. When we were together, she gave me a ring with an upside-down pentagram, just for fun.
I didn't speak to Anastasia because I was on the way to church, and she was sitting in the hairdresser's salon. After a few months of attending school, I couldn't withstand the pressure to perform and so I was forced to stop attending college again. I did this with the hope of being able to continue attending school after a short break. I wanted to work on solving my problems and the attacks, and until then I assumed that they were of purely spiritual nature and that I was possibly possessed. During this time, I dealt with the case of Gottliebin Dittus' possession, which Pastor Blumhardt was able to completely free from all demonic spirits and forces through simple prayer and fasting. Since I'm a very progressive person, I thought to myself:
Prayer/intercession = deliverance
The more prayer/intercession = the faster the deliverance
The faster the liberation = the faster the continuation of the college
I searched the Internet for Christian churches with prayer circles that took place during the week - in addition to the Sunday services. So, I made a schedule and made sure I received intercede for me, at least once a day. It didn't bother me that I had to go to several churches and ask people to do this, as I always had the continuation of my college visit in mind. Once, when I was on my way to one of the churches to attend their prayer group, a car parked on the sidewalk caught my attention. It had "LDK" on the license plate (Lahn-Dill-Kreis, my home region). I didn't think anything of it. Another time, a car - also with an “LDK” license plate - was parked right in front of the entrance to the dormitory where I lived. I didn’t think anything of it here either. I noticed that - since I lived in Hamburg - old school classmates regularly visited the city through their social media posts, but Hamburg has always been a popular tourist destination and not just for people from abroad.
My roommate, Volkan, had now moved out and he also had stopped attending college. Even though we lived together in a shared apartment, we were completely different people. Once, while we were smoking a cigarette on the balcony, he saw a bicycle chained to a tree and told me how easily he could steal it and turn it into money, and how its owner was the real culprit because he left his bike as easy prey, chained to the tree. However, I said that the culprit was not the owner, but the thief. Another time when we were walking together and crossing by a traffic light with a few other passers, he asked me with a smile if I had noticed how a woman was watching me and was so into me. I said no. Another time, he showed me the nude photo he had taken of his dates - mostly older women. If I didn't want to date them too, the women would also reward him with financial or material gifts.
In fact, I also had a few dating apps on my cell phone, but mostly only used them to see which women in my area were registered, what information they provided under their profiles, and what photos they had uploaded. When I looked up the profile of a woman I found attractive - a day later, she was sitting on the sidewalk in the bistro on the street corner. I didn't think anything of it, but I was embarrassed because she recognized me from the photos in my profile.
Erik became my new roommate, who mostly stayed in his room after college classes. Occasionally, when his girlfriend came to visit, the two would sit on the sofa in the living room and play video games. Sometimes one of Erik's colleagues would come and they order pizza together. When our shared internet connection caused problems and I wanted to call the operator, I asked Erik if I could use his cell phone. The connection was registered to me, and the monthly debits were made from my checking account. I did what any human would do and secretly looked at Erik's photos on his smartphone. Also, the bondage photos he took of his girlfriend. By chance, I found out, that she was working in an SM studio alongside her studies.
During this time, a young woman and a young man had moved into the neighboring shared apartment. Only Aljoscha, who was my colleague, continued to live in the shared apartment and I sometimes visited him. He introduced me to his new roommates. Mara, the young woman who also came from Marburg in Hesse, had trained as a pastry chef and was born in Bavaria.
We became friends - at least I visited her regularly. Once when we were talking about the topic of love and relationships and I asked her how she imagined the man of her dreams, she obviously described me. But I didn't want it to become anything more than that, so it remained just nice conversations and occasional visits on my part.
I found out that not only Anastasia had moved to Hamburg during this time, but also an acquaintance, Daniel, from my school days, whom I even wrote to on Facebook about it. Daniel said he was working at a company that developed APPs. At the next church visit, a woman approached me and suddenly started talking about her acquaintance who worked in a company that was developing APPs. I didn't connect this with the writing to my former school friend.
The months went by, and my situation seemed to be getting better, but there was no breakthrough in sight. In one of the churches during a service on a Sunday, a woman sat down next to me who seemed to be becoming increasingly restless and dissatisfied with the church's service. She spoke to me and gave me a piece of paper with the address of a church in Rahlstedt and said that this was a real living church, in contrast to this one. I then met this woman regularly while shopping in the supermarket around the corner.
The next Sunday, I visited this church in Rahlstedt that had been recommended to me and which I already knew by name because ‘brothers’ from one of the churches in Hesse had also recommended it to me before I moved to Hamburg. Now I visited them regularly, and also spoke to the two elders and one of the ‘brothers’ about my spiritual problems and asked them for help. This ‘brother in the church said he knew someone who would be more knowledgeable about such issues and asked if he could make that contact. I agreed and he put me in touch with this man - whom we were supposed to visit together - the following week.
On the agreed date, the ‘brother’ picked me up at home and we drove to the south of Hamburg and stopped in front of a house that I recognized immediately. It was the house my mother had gone to on the day she wanted to arrange ‘financing for her house purchase’. Mr. Pieper's house.
Mr. Pieper was the leader of a Sinti & Roma church in Vettel. He was an older man who told me that he had worked for a few years in an aid facility for young people in Marburg, Hesse, then came to the Salvation Army in Hamburg and now was the leader of a Sinti & Roma church. The church's hut was in the middle of a street circle, in which the Sinti & Roma family Weiss lived, who are said, having a certain criminal energy, but I didn't notice anything about it.
Mr. Pieper took a lot of time for me and prayed with me regularly. Every time we knelt next to each other to pray, the air around me seemed to become agitated - which I thought was a release of demonic forces/spirits. It was probably exactly the opposite and so, after another few months, it didn't bring relief from my avoidable obsession.
Nevertheless, I continued to visit churches, including the one in Rahlstedt. One Sunday I sat in the elevation, not to be in the sight of the visitors and listened to the guest preacher's sermon. In the first few sentences I noticed his “accent”, the “rolling of the r”, as I had learned to pronounce it in my hometown in Hesse. I asked him about it, and he said he was from Dillenburg - my grandparents' neighboring town. However, the couple was surprisingly dismissive of me.
I also continued to go regularly to the church in Wandsbek, especially to the Bible studies, which then ended in a prayer group. One Wednesday, a young woman came to Bible study, Anita, who seemed very interested in the Christian faith. We started talking and smoked a cigarette together on Wandsbeeker Chaussee after the Bible lesson. Anita and I became friends, exchanged cell phone numbers and spoke often on the phone, as she also seemed to share all of my views - almost as if she knew all of my thoughts. She said she had experienced burnout in recent years and had to drop out of her Bible studies at a Bible college - a school in Marburg, Hesse. When we were talking one evening, she said she had a problem with all the Bible-believing her sexuality. I didn't go into detail, what disappointed her, as she had hoped for more, that evening. We smoked another cigarette in her kitchen, and I went home. Her apartment was in the next part of town, Duldsberg.
She was very interested in my problems and kept inviting me to different churches too. She said she wanted to help me with my problem. She wanted to go to a Pentecostal church with me because of the music she liked so much, but I went along reluctantly. Another time, we were on the train going to an evangelization-weekend for the Sinti & Roma church in Vettel, and on the parallel seats of the train compartment was a family with small children who were nagging something. Anita turned to them and hissed at them to be quieter. I've never seen a person switched so quickly - from the otherwise friendly Anita to a child hating fury. I told her to calm down - they were just children - which probably reminded her that I was sitting next to her. She turned to me and agreed she should probably be more relaxed.
However, contact with Anita was mostly by telephone - even when she moved to Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania with her parents sometime later. But after about 1-2 years and during one of the phone calls, she asked me if I had already dealt with the topic of ritual-satanic-abuse. I had to say no, as I found it hardly conceivable in Germany that something like that would exist here.
My roommate, Erik, and his girlfriend wanted to move in together and so another college beginner, Paul, moved in with me. He was from the Ruhr area and had drug problems that even worried his girlfriend, Marlin. Paul, in his conflict, reminded me of myself and why I liked him all the more. First on weekends, then during the week he drank a lot of alcohol - which affected his ability to attend college. Since my uncle was also an alcoholic and died of liver disease, I tried to imagine what Paul went through when he didn't drink alcohol. My experiences with my uncle always made me have a certain fear of alcohol, even though I drank occasionally when I was with friends.
On Fridays I went to the Reconciliation Church in Eilbek, which had its doors open on Wednesdays and Fridays and which Pastor Gerlach also called, ‘Open Door’. At this event, anyone could go to church and the older women who led it lent an ear to the visitors, listened to their concerns, and interceded for them. The older women, the priest, Miss Gerlach, wasn't always there because the women took turns. I knew them well and they were happy, when I came and I was happy, that I could talk to someone or that someone was interceding for me.
One evening, a man came into the church and talked to the leader, Annmarie. I was sitting in one of the back rows of the church when Annmarie turned around and indicated that I should come to them. I stood up and the man explained that he wanted to pray for his daughter, who had a heart defect and was having surgery the next day in Berlin. We prayed together and the man left the church. I later recognized this man through YouTube videos as the Islam critic Mister Abdel Samad, who is a member of the Hayek Foundation.
The planned continuation of my college visit had now failed, because despite all my efforts and intercessions, I had not been able to achieve freedom from the inevitable spiritual attacks. I still had these strange dreams in which I heard these voices. In one dream, I heard music in the background, ‘Adolf Hitler from K.I.Z.’. In another, I heard the employees of a YouTube channel, “RocketbeamTV” talking about me, wanting me to suppress the name of my home village, my own name. Sometimes it seemed as if an invisible beam of light from my roommate's room was shining through the wall at me. Sometimes this invisible beam of light seemed to shine down on me from the ceiling in the apartment above me. RocketbeamTV's videos are also produced in Hamburg, but many of the moderators and editors come from my home region in Hesse. Some of them grew up just a stone's throw away from me. When I met a RocketbeamTV employee on Wandsbeeker Chausse, I didn't think anything of it. I was excited and didn't know whether I should talk to her. I was and am still a fan of her YouTube productions to this day; apart from the videos in which they discuss the occult, and trivialize and make fun of the content of the Christian faith.
My religious life had suffered greatly and I hardly went to Christian churches anymore. I found it strange that during this time, without any personal connection, the self-proclaimed shaman from the Ruhr area (who had sent me the CDs with e-books) was shown to me in my friend suggestions on Facebook.
During this time, I decided to look for a job and signed my employment contract with a temporary employment agency, Ludwig & Pahlke, in Wandsbek. My first assigned job was at Darbowen, a world-famous coffee producer. I quickly memorized work processes and the names of the employees and was a hard worker. I was very surprised that on one day, I was the only temporary worker in the entire company and all the others were missing - around twenty per shift. But I explained it by saying that I was a good, hard-working worker and the company was satisfied with me - otherwise I didn't think anything of it.
After several work assignments through my former employer (the temporary employment agency in Wandsbek), I got a permanent position at a spice mill working for a company that mixes spices and delivers them in large quantities to companies. My foreman, Mr. Jonitz, was satisfied with my performance from day one and so, when my contract with the temporary employment agency expired, I received the offer from the spice mill. I worked there for two years and got along well with the other employees, especially my foreman. Since Hamburg is a cosmopolitan city and many residents have foreign roots, it was natural for me to work with people of other faiths. It bothered me that the two employees with whom I worked in the same room made fun of me behind my back. Pawel often mimicked my voice and he and Ahmed spoke disparagingly about Jesus Christ, the Christian Faith, the Bible, etc., knowing that I could hear them.
I also always adhered to the company's work instructions, but Pawel & Ahmed didn’t - which meant that I was more thorough in the production of the spices (but slightly slower, so I thought). When I sometimes worked directly with Pawel, he wanted to tell me how to do something - that I could leave out a screw when assembling the grid of the screening machine as it would be much quicker. However, I didn't let anyone tell me anything because I knew about my quality-conscious way of working. I had a relaxed, almost friendly working relationship with my foreman. We talked occasionally, and once he showed me photos of himself and his children playing with blocks. That was after I discovered a YouTube channel days before that reviewed clamping building block sets. I didn't think anything of it.
I still lived in the college's dormitory, which I was grateful for at the time, as only faculty members and students were allowed to live there. However, it had been three years since my last visit to college, and I explained it back then by saying, that the dormitory administrator liked me and therefore made an exception for me, even though he didn't do the same for other residents of the dormitory. During this time, he asked me to move in with Gabor, a few floors below.
Gabor studied media design and had Hungarian roots, like my uncle's family, the Moussong family. He had already furnished the apartment, but he still gave me permission to use his television and the living room. Occasionally in the evening, I would sit on his leather sofa and watch TV before sleeping - although I fell asleep a few times on the sofa. Gabor was so upset about this that he put the television in his room and he also filled the apartment with empty boxes, laundry, and magazines, so that I only had a small path to go to the kitchen. I didn't complain about it. After all, I had my twenty square meter room where I retreated after work. I didn't have a key for my room either, so it was a matter of trust between me and Gabor.
When Gabor asked me if a friend of him could stay with us for a few nights, I agreed. It didn't bother me that Emil, from Braunschweig, had swastika-tattoos; I thought it was one of his youthful sins. I encouraged him when he said he had broken up with his girlfriend, and gave him a booklet with daily mottos that I had ordered especially for him. One evening when I came home from work, Gabor and Emil were waiting for me in the living room. They accused me of leaving the apartment completely neglected and how I treated Gabor so badly. Emil was so freaked out that he threatened to hit me. I didn't put up with this. I was the only one of us who tried to keep the apartment clean - despite Gabor's chaos - so I threw Emil out of the apartment, saying that I had banned him from the apartment and if he would not comply with it that I would call the police. When I met Emil a few days later, on the way home from the supermarket, I talked to him and tried to explain the situation between me and Gabor - that he was welcome to visit him if he didn't freak out like before again, I suggested to him.
Since I was able to save a few euros financially during this time and I had long wanted a computer which I could also play video games, I bought the components online at mintfactory.de. When the package was delivered to me, I set about assembling my computer. Since this was taking longer and I had to go to work, and set off. As I was about to enter the U3, I got a call from my company - just in time - saying that I wasn't needed today. What a lucky coincidence I thought, and so I was able to continue working on my computer.
Since I was satisfied with my employer, Ludwig & Pahlke, the temporary employment agency in Wandsbek, I posted a positive Google review. The next day, I had to stop by that company to hand in proof of work. My HR manager, Ms. Wenzel, asked me whether I could rate the company, which I had already done the day before. I didn't think anything of it. Not even when she told me that she had taken the bus to Poland to visit her relatives. I also had to think of my friend in Hesse, who had apparently told me the same story just years before.
Since I found my HR manager attractive, I told my mother about her during one of my visits to my hometown during the Christmas holidays. Seconds later my smartphone rang, and Ms. Wenzel called me and asked if I could come back earlier to Hamburg.
The Birthday Party
One weekend in the summer of 2019, Doreen, a young woman in the shared apartment next door, had her birthday. Many of her colleagues, friends and acquaintances came to her birthday party - and since it was a dormitory for students and occasional celebrations, was completely normal. Since it was summer, I had my window open and could hear the music coming from the shared apartment opposite. Occasionally I could overhear snatches of conversation with some visitors sitting outside on the balcony accusing me of being a Nazi. In addition, they were talking about my browser history, which completely irritated me; it was a mystery to me how these people - some of whom I had never met before - were able to keep track of it. Also, occasionally I could overhear my nickname in the conversations - the one I used on Twitch or Instagram.
The later the evening got, the more aggressive the shouts became so that it was no longer enough to keep my window closed. I rang the doorbell to confront the callers. As I have done countless times - I occasionally had to pick up a package that had been dropped off - when one of the residents, Peter, opened the apartment door. The birthday girl, Doreen, was also standing next to him; she was probably expecting other guests. After I wished her a happy birthday and she invited me into the apartment. I asked what the shouting was about. The guests said they didn't know anything and hadn't heard such shouts - which only surprised me even more. So, I went back to my room. The bullying continued, so I rang the doorbell of the other shared apartment again. Again, Peter and his guests assured that they had not noticed anything about it. The next day I saw a few students sitting on a balcony in the ground floor of the residential complex, whereupon I asked them if they had heard anything about the Nazi accusations and insults against me. The four of them looked at each other and they also said no, but I recognized at least one of the students as one of the callers.
The thought of the party guests being able to track my browser history kept me occupied. Gabor and I used a shared internet connection, which was registered on Gabor. The router was also in his room. Since I had already lived with others before, I connected my smartphone and computer to the router without any security concerns. I often noticed that the location of my devices was shown in Seevetal, a wealthy area in the south of Hamburg - but I explained this as mere inaccuracy.
I also had no concerns when I regularly went to visit my family in Hesse over the holidays and I had to leave my room freely accessible because I didn't have a key to lock it. It was just a matter of trust between me and Gabor.
When I checked my Hotmail account I saw - under logged in devices - a computer that I couldn't assign, “Terra-PC 14“.
I still have the screenshot I took of it this day.
I spoke to my roommate about it who supposedly didn't know anything about it. One of his friends was with him that day and I told them both about my hacked email account and that I had proof with the screenshot. Gabor's friend asked what was in the screenshot and seemed visibly nervous. When they both went into Gabor's room, I immediately heard them making fun of me, insulting me and saying things like that I had noticed something. At that time, I suspected that the students in the dormitory were conspiring against me, but I didn't want to let that happen. So, I got up and walked towards the police station - which was a few minutes away. On the way there, Doreen stood on a street corner and seemed to be tracking me with her cell phone. Another young man, on his bike, also seemed to be doing this and when I looked at him, he smiled sheepishly.
When I arrived at the police station, I presented my case to the police officer at reception that I wanted to file a report. She walked back to one of her colleagues and motioned her head in my direction. The police officer came up to me and asked me to sit down. I told him again what had happened in the previous days and gave him the screenshot, I had taken on a USB stick. I also told him that I suspected the students in the dormitory were behind it, especially my roommate Gabor. He kept a record of my statements, wrote the file number on a business card, and told me to call in a few days.
When I got home, Gabor stood with three men not far from the entrance to the house and talked to them. All four seemed tense. I went to them and said, just for fun, that it was Gabor's turn and that I had reported him. For ‘fun’ because I didn't believe that the police would investigate, let alone find the person who hacked me. It was just meant to be a form of deterrent for the dormitory students.
However, instead of improving the situation in the dorm, it only got worse. The college - where many of the dormitory residents studied when they were not studying at a university - was one house away. Throughout the day, during class times and especially when students were on break, they would shout offensive, frightening, things. They did this even after class, and sometimes I could hear their voices normally, and sometimes the sound just seemed to be thrown in my direction. This seemed to come from different directions: from Gabor's room, the apartment above me and from the neighboring house.
I had also previously been able to perceive the invisible rays of light from these directions. The computer screen I was using had slight fading that seemed to coincide with the cones of these invisible energy beams from where I was now hearing the sound.
Some of the conversations and voices I heard seemed to be old phone calls that had been recorded and now thrown in my direction via audio equipment.
Once I heard Gabor in his room saying, “Master forgive me that he wanted to shoot me”. Something about a network that has been exposed. I still thought it was just a few students joking with me. It was impossible for me to continue living in the dormitory, so I called in sick to my employer and looked for the next train connection towards Hesse. On the opposite platform of the U3 stop, Hamburger Straße, a man wearing an Onkelz shirt stood alternately looking at his smartphone and at me. I had previously heard an Onkelz song.
At the main train station, a former college classmate, Shari, was also standing alternately looking at her smartphone and then in the direction of the U3 exit trying to find me among all the people. Again, I seemed to be being tracked.
In the train compartment, two men sat down in the row of seats opposite me and talked about trading saying that I shouldn't go to Hesse but should stay in Hamburg. They deliberately used terms that had something, directly, to do with my life and were interspersed throughout their conversation in a completely unrelated manner. I tried to ignore their conversation and put on my headphones, but it was difficult to do so.
On the way I had to change trains, in Kassel, where I met some people from before who I knew from an educational institution that helped school leavers find a training place. They were already waiting for me at the train station. They stood together in a circle and smiled at me. As I walked past a woman, she muttered into her face mask (it was the early days of the COVID pandemic), “Order through chaos.” Since my train was a little late and the next train had already left, I asked one of the train employees at the ticket counter which train I had to take to get to Giessen. He gave me the information and I went to the railway track, given to me. But the train I was waiting for left from a different track. After a while, I went back to the train employee at the ticket counter. This time he told me a different track. I went there. I waited there too, but there was no train heading to Giessen either.
This time I looked at the station display board to see which train I had to take and that's how I got to Marburg. At one stop, a young man named Andre got on the train and sat at the front of the train compartment. I knew him from my vocational training, the vocational school, which was also in Marburg. On another platform at a stop, I recognized another young man from my former vocational school class named Bernd, who was looking at me through the train window. From Marburg main station I took a taxi that drove me to my home village, Niederweidbach, to my mother's house.
The Degenerate Churches of the God of this Age
I first told my mother everything that had happened in Hamburg, but she said I should go back. She was visibly tense, but since I had been planning to leave Hamburg for years anyway, my college visit had failed and I didn't know anyone else in the city. Since both of my parents weren't getting any younger and I wanted to be there for both of them in their old age, this strengthened my desire. With the COVID pandemic progressing and recent events, now seemed like the best opportunity to do so.
As I pulled into the local supermarket parking lot, to do some shopping, I noticed a white SUV with Hamburg license plate HH-C... parked in front of me. Three men, with southern European looks, got out and tried not to look at me, which only made them more conspicuous. I also tried not to let it show, but when I changed trains in Kassel, I noticed that it wasn't just a few students who were after me, but that I was dealing with a larger network - even if I wasn't aware of it - who were part of this group and how big it was.
For the new beginning in my homeland, I made a plan with individual projects ordered by priority. The first point in my plan was to buy a car. If I could use public transport in Hamburg, I needed a car in my rural home to ensure my mobility. I looked on various websites for vehicles whose condition and price met my expectations. I picked out a Ford Fiesta, built in 2010, dark blue in color with low mileage. The seller was a car dealer that I knew from my training.
Since it was the weekend, I had to wait two days before I could call him. My mother also looked online for vehicles that might be suitable for me. She gave me the tip to look for vehicles in the Siegen district because the vehicles there would be cheaper. She said and showed me one of the advertisements, an Opel Astra built in 2006 (color: silver metallic, mileage: 100,000 km for 3000 euros) from a seller in Siegen. I tried to reach him by phone, and he suggested that I could come directly to him to look at the vehicle and take it for a test drive.
Almost exuberantly friendly, he opened the door for me and my mother, gave me the car keys, and his son and I took a test drive. His son said that he had also recently been to Hamburg and that he had to go there regularly because of his vocational training. He worked in a beer brewery not far from his father's apartment.
Since I liked the car and it made an excellent impression both visually and technically, I agreed to buy it and registered it with the motor vehicle authority on the following working day. The seller was even kind enough to drive the car to my mother's house since I didn't have any seasonal license plates. I should just send his license plates back to him by post. When we drove him home in my mother's car, he gave us some zucchinis from his garden.
What a nice man, I thought, but I would later regret the purchase. At the admissions office, I noticed a young woman with brunette hair who was wearing a dress and who seemed very feminine to me.
The next step in my plan was to find a job, so I applied to various temp agencies. Two of them invited me to an interview, a company in Wetzlar and one in Herborn. I said yes to the company in Herborn and got my forklift license the following weekend as I had been hired as a forklift driver.
The attacks, which I no longer considered to be purely spiritual attacks, did not stop by my mother either as in my teenage years, they seemed to come mainly from the office building opposite the Neukirche company. The voices I heard in my sleep tried to scare me, threaten me, and were usually two people.
The third point on my plan was to rent an apartment because I couldn't possibly live with my mother and my sister and their family any longer. My sister married her husband in 2017, his last name is Weyel. He was an adopted child. The adoptive parents, the Adler family, became very wealthy when, after the Second World War, Mr. Adler took the opportunity to purchase property cheaply in Frankfurt, which has steadily increased in value to this day.
Both my mother and my sister were reluctant to take me in, even though they knew that it would only be a short time before I had my own apartment. I heard my sister and her husband calling me ‘son of a bitch’. My sister told me that she had to throw up when I left Hamburg, and I wondered how she knew about it since I hadn't announced my visit.
There was something different with my mother too. She seemed to be in contact with something that occasionally seemed to question her. Furthermore, I could now assume that she could also hear the voices of unknown people and had already done so back in 2011 when she told me that I only had psychological problems. One of the people said that my mother had to take me by the hand and explain the situation to me little by little. So, my mother was spoken to directly by the voices, that years before, she wanted me to believe were just psychotic imaginations on my part. She responded by talking under her breath. So, I looked for an apartment with the thought that they would probably try to force one on me in order to attack me under the best possible conditions with their technical means to target me. My mother didn't suggest an apartment ad this time, but she put me under more and more time pressure, which only made me take more time when choosing my rental apartment.
An apartment that was offered on the Internet was on the Bahnhofsstrasse in Dillenburg. Although I looked at the advertisement, this apartment was not an option for me.
My Christian faith, the belief in the truthfulness of the Bible as the word of God, YAHWEH's and his only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, by becoming human himself was unshakable. Although there were ups and downs in my faith life, I always held on to his words and tried not only to read it, but also to implement it in my everyday life. In one of the letters to the apostles, Paul wrote how important it is to go to a Christian church and so I looked for one in my home region. I already knew some of them from my time of conversion in 2012. In any case, I thought that I would meet the people in the churches in Hesse. So, I tried to find a connection that I had previously joined apart from the Adventists, which I had exposed as a false prophetess movement. I looked online to find out the times when Bible studies and church services were taking place.
One of the people I had met earlier was Mr. Wäsch, the evangelist of a church in Manderbach. He now had its own Sunday service in a building in Dillenburg. So on Sunday I drove to this service - which took place despite the COVID pandemic and distance rules - and sat down in the steadily filling hall. In the room were some people from the church in Manderbach whom I knew from sight, and the parents of a former classmate from primary school in Niederweidbach (my hometown) the Kaulich couple.
After the service when I went to see Mr. Wäsch, he asked me directly whether I still had my spiritual problems, which is why I had previously asked him for advice. He also said that he would now live near Bahnhofsstrasse in Dillenburg. I immediately remembered the apartment advertisement that I had previously looked at on the Internet. Was Mr. Wäsch himself part of this mysterious group? He held sermons in a well-attended FeG in Dillenburg, full of young people listening to him. I had also read many of his tracts and publications myself. The next Sunday, I went to the church in Manderbach. Mr. Wäsch's explicit mention of the Bahnhofsstrasse in Dillenburg made me skeptical.
Since I didn't want to sit in the view of those attending the service, I went up to the gallery from where I could watch the service. I could also see the visitors from above and listen to their conversations. Two young women sat with their parents in the rows below me. They also seemed to be talking about me; even speaking to me indirectly. One of the young women told me indirectly, without looking at me, that they were something like the Ku Klux Klan, whereupon the other asked if I was really at the service as she couldn't find me anywhere among the visitors.
Another young woman came into the church hall wearing a face mask with a rainbow pattern. As I was still wondering to myself whether this young woman was either a very determined Christian or a supporter of the LGBTQ movement.
Three teenagers, two young men and a young girl, sat down two rows behind me.
During the service, they blasphemed God, made fun of me and the visitors and deliberately used terms that had something, directly, to do with my life - like the two men on the train. They also called me a son of a bitch, which made it difficult for me to control myself.
One apartment that I wanted to look at, as I was still looking for an apartment, was on the Walther-Rathenau-Straße in Herborn. There was a Jewish synagogue right below the apartment. There was a telephone number in the advertisement on a property exchange, so I arranged a viewing appointment with the landlord. I liked the apartment. It had a high ceiling, laminate floors, and a large kitchen.
The landlord was called Artur, but I only later associated him with the Artur that my school friend Viktor's father always went to. But if this is just a guess - I never met the Artur who Viktor's father always went to when I was at school. And Artur is a common name - there were several Arturs in Viktor's circle of acquaintances.
When the landlord, Artur, spoke to me about the Bible and talked to me about some Christian topics, I hoped that I had found an apartment in which I would be safe from the attacks of this group, which was still completely unknown to me at the time.
When I wanted to sign the lease, my mother was there, and she started crying and said that I would have become such a great person - even if I had caused her trouble when I was at school. She and my sister had bought me all the furniture for my apartment and wanted to give it to me for a new start in my home region. However, I refused this. I wanted to furnish my apartment by myself, so they had no choice but to exchange it.
So, I moved into that apartment. An African family lived above me and a single mother with her boyfriend lived above them. I knew after the first night that I was exposed to the same attacks in this apartment. This time the beams of light seemed to come from the empty neighboring apartment - the apartment above me, and the synagogue below me. This turned out to be one of the synagogues of Satan, and on Saturdays, the Jewish Sabbath, I heard churchgoers talking about me and channeling information. They were demons who actually were worshiped by these people - even under the pretense of being a Jewish synagogue. Artur, my landlord, was part of this church.
Since my parents' divorce, my father lived in several apartments - sometimes with his partner but most recently alone in an apartment in Herborn. We agreed to go for walks together regularly on the weekends; the fresh air and a little exercise were good for both of us. We went for a walk at the airport in Breitscheid. The restaurant on the airport grounds where my cousin had celebrated her confirmation, was empty and downright run down. However, the area around it is great for a walk with its filled-up bunkers from the Second World War. Another time we went for a walk at the Wilhelmsturm in Dillenburg and talked about various things about my Christian faith and the reliability of the Bible in view of the current events surrounding the COVID pandemic.
Almost casually, my father said that he also had a belief that he believed in evil. What he meant by that, however, is that he had decided to be part of evil in his life. That he had long since opened up to it, and that it was a source for him to access certain comforts. He was part of the mysterious group that was stalking me.
Like my mother, he was visibly tense when I visited him in his apartment because of the recent events that had happened in and after Hamburg. I had heard the sentence, “I also have a faith,” countless times, from my mother. Likewise: “When you think it’s no longer possible, a little light comes from somewhere.”
During a conversation, we talked about cars, and I told him that I remembered very well his red-brown Mercedes he drove when I was a toddler. When I said this, his expression froze. He said he never drove a car in that color and that the Mercedez had a different color - which I denied. I could remember its color very well. Again, he denied this, and I denied it as well. Something seemed to bother him about my ability to remember my early childhood and even more about my trust in my memories over his description of supposed reality.
The next day on Sunday, I attended the service in Manderbach again. This time Mr. Liebi was there - a preacher I knew through his countless publications. I had also watched his lectures and listened to his sermons. So, I was a little excited to finally get to know him myself, which initially stopped me from speaking to him directly. When he was looking at the church hall only a few meters away from me, I got up and went to him. I greeted him, introduced myself by first name and told him how unusual it would be for me not only to hear his voice - as I usually do when I listen to his sermons - but also to be able to see him directly. Contrary to what I expected, he was very cold, almost dismissive towards me - which I tried to explain by saying that I was wearing an MTV cap.
A young man sat down in the service two places next to me and put his pack of cigarettes on the empty chair next to him. Since I didn't want to scare him away, I didn't say anything, but I wanted to ask him after the service that he should leave his cigarettes in his pocket, not to make other brothers and sisters feel guilty or even offend their path in life. Each of us had our weak points and I was also a smoker.
After the service I drove home to my newly moved apartment. Artur's father was often there to make repairs on the house or Artur's apartment since he had now moved to Giessen.
Already in the hallway, I heard the noise of a drill coming from the neighboring apartment. Since the door was also open and I saw Artur's mother in his former apartment, I went in to greet her. His father was in the bathroom with the drill, and I greeted him too before I left Artur's former apartment to go to my own.
When I entered, drillings had been made above the window that hadn't been there hours before and the cap of my airbrush gun was missing which couldn't be found since that day - even though I'm currently maintaining my airbrush equipment and I hadn't just lost it. I didn't let it show. One word would just result in another. Previously, when I was visiting my mother during the Christmas holidays, deliveries for me that had been delivered - according to the shipment tracking - were missing. Clothes that I had left by her were also missing. My family assured me that they had never seen them.
The following day, a Monday, I was scheduled to work at a well-known logistics company, Kuhne & Nagel. This company has locations all over the world - one of which was about twenty minutes from where I live in Rennerod - a village in the Westerwald. My tasks were incoming goods inspection, goods logistics, order picking and simple warehouse activities.
The meeting point was the large parking lot in front of the staff entrance where one of the shift managers picked us up, led us through the warehouse, and assigned us to our foremen. As soon as I entered the first warehouse, I heard some employees talking about me knowing that I could hear them - and with the deliberate use of trigger words that they incorporated into their sentences without these words being part of the rest of the conversation or those sentences fit or were related. I knew since Hamburg, that “son of a bitch”, was one of these trigger words, or the Russian version “Kurva”.
As we were led through the hall with the assembly lines, I recognized the young woman who was also one of the people waiting at the door with me on the day I wanted to register my car at the registration office the brunette in dress. She had a red, small car and probably came from one of the towns between Herborn and Rennerod. But her charisma seemed to be completely different, almost masculine. She was absorbed in her work, almost in a trance.
My foreman was Mr. Führsorger, who was Russian by birth. He explained the scanners to us - all new people and assigned us to employees who had already been working in the company for a long time. Our shift consisted of around ten employees, some employed directly by Kuhne & Nagel, some from temporary employment agencies, of which I was one.
The longer I worked there, the more employees I got to know. One came from near Essen in Lower Saxony, Vossi, who claimed to be related to a Voss who also had a logistics company. He actually worked as an employee for trade fair construction, setting up the stands and therefore was mostly traveling all over Germany. Even though he owned his own home, he camped in a trailer. Due to the COVID pandemic and the associated lockdowns, there were no trade fairs that year, so he was forced to find another job as an order picker at Kuhne & Nagel.
It wasn't the first time that I heard the name of this village - Essen in Lower Saxony. I had an acquaintance during my school days who came from this village whom I visited a few times in Cloppenburg. At that time, she had sent me Internet links on how to make glass back and set up a Oujia board and summon spirits - which, after initial hesitation, I tried to do with my mother and sister on my birthday. One of the RocketbeamTV employees, Krogmann, also comes from one of the neighboring towns.
Another employee was Andi, whom I always just called “Nürberger”. Like Vossi, he was actually an employee for trade fair setup, and he also had to find another job because of the lockdowns. He was a high-bay forklift driver, and we spent our breaks together talking while smoking and complaining about work. One morning, he came up to me, showed a medal with a swastika from the Second World War. He wanted to sell it and asked if I knew anyone who collected something like that. He also wanted to sell me a fake watch, but I said no to both. My father used to collect medals from World War II, and he also owned a Wehrmacht helmet.
Another employee from Saxony asked me whether I knew his hometown - since the N.S.U. (National Socialist Underground) also came from there. Since I had never dealt with this topic before - even though I was very familiar with the term ‘N.S.U.’ - I had to answer his questions in the negative.
My grandfather also used this term ‘N.S.U.’ a lot - which was the manufacturer of the motorcycle he once owned. In any case, he told me that although it is quite possible that he wanted to give me something to understand and that I was getting used to the term ‘N.S.U.’, which would also explain my father's enthusiasm for the Wehrmacht, especially the S.S. There were certainly photos of my grandparents on a motorcycle, so this is just speculation on my part with the knowledge I now have about these kinds of networks and the memories of past events.
During my time at work, the employees changed constantly. Once you got used to one, you were familiar with each other, someone else arrived the next day at work. Many of them had drug or alcohol problems, were former prisoners, or had other problems which didn't stop them from provoking, scaring or unsettling me from the beginning of the shift to the end with the targeted use of trigger words, innuendos and insults. They particularly enjoyed doing this during breaks, when many of the employees stood in front of the building where I also took my breaks. A young man, a high-rank operator, was talking to someone else about why I had left Hamburg. To which the other person replied grinning, because I had been bullied.
When I followed an artist on Instagram a few days later, one of his motifs had been painted on the inside of an elevator door. A shark with glasses, a top hat and a cocktail glass in its fin, and there were insults like “son of a bitch” next to it. An employee also had an upside-down plush star on his high-bay rack, like an upside-down pentagram.
Although I liked some of the other employees, I grew to dislike some of them. An older lady, Marianne, one of the permanent Kuhne & Nagel employees, wanted to introduce me to her fourteen-year-old granddaughter - she was of a suitable age. What I initially thought was a joke, she was serious and wanted to show me photos of her on the smartphone and how beautiful, blonde and blue-eyed her granddaughter would be. I told her that I didn't think fourteen was the right age to start dating. It wouldn't even be legal if I did, and I wasn't a pedophile.
One of the employees was Cassi, also a permanent employee at Kuhne & Nagel. His parents came to Germany from Turkey, and he lived near Haiger. Once he called me over and we went to another warehouse. There was a sex toy for men that he wanted to show me. He hit it with his fist and the silicone buttocks wobbled. Which I found funny, until he said the sentence that the sex toy looked like a "baby's butt", and he began to expand on this statement, which disgusted me so much that I asked him what nonsense he was talking about. He seemed to be just as enthusiastic about another nonsense: Adolf Hitler, the Wehrmacht and the great vision they supposedly had. When I told him that he and his family probably wouldn't be alive if he had won the Second World War, he seemed to ignore it. He also gave work instructions some of which were contradictory, which I refused to follow after a certain time.
I had never seen so many camo pattern pants paired with a bald head or military haircut as in this company.
So, I dragged myself to work, but then got a new job in a company in Dillenburg, that manufactured components for caravans. Rav company, where an old friend also worked.
An employee showed me my workplace and demonstrated the activity that I would later do myself: checking a component. When I asked after a few hours where I could smoke a cigarette, she looked at me and said that you were only allowed to do this during an official break amd that everyone in the company adhered to this rule. I suggested that I log out so these smoking breaks would not be included in my working hours, but she didn't accept this either. When I then simply signed out and went out of the building to light a cigarette in the smoking area, one of the foremen came to me.
What would I do there, he asked.
I answered what it would look like, adding that I had specifically logged out.
He also explained to me that smoking was only permitted during official breaks and that all employees would stick to it. Since this was my first day at the company, it was difficult for me to work for such a long time, without the nicotine from my cigarette - even though I tried. I tried to explain to him, whether I could smoke 1-2 cigarettes in a transitional phase to get used to the rules in the company. He didn't want to get involved in that either.
I logged in again and went to work, but after two hours the craving for nicotine increased again and I told the employee how difficult it would be to get used to the company regulations and that this was probably not the right work assignment for me. So, I said goodbye to her and drove home.
On Wednesday evenings I went to a prayer hour in a Brethren church, in Medenbach. In the back row to the right of the entrance sat a man who was obviously very wealthy. He drove a sports car. His daughter and son were always there and tried to get information about me channeled during the service. The eldest was a middle-aged man, although I had never seen more devilish eyes. They were loveless, cold and dark. During one of those prayer sessions, a woman sat down next to me. As usual, the church got on their knees to pray and since I also knew this process, I did the same. The woman next to me also got on her knees. During the prayer, she made these noises, as if she was moaning. I also found her clothing inappropriate - a short skirt with knee socks and boots. As in the case when I prayed together with Mr. Pieper, the air around me seemed to become unsettled. I had noticed this before when I was living with my grandparents visiting the church.
A man in the church gave me a card from an evangelist in Breitscheid, whom I had met during my conversion. My relatives, the Hinder family, who also live in Breitscheid, recommended that I contact him. It was the same man who baptized me on October 31, 2012, Mr. Diehl. I called him and asked about his church - he said now had his own and because of renovation work. it would be a while before services took place again. After a few weeks, I called him again to ask about his church and he told me a place where they would meet and the following Sunday I went there.
Since I got lost on the way there, I had to ask a local resident who told me that it was a few houses away where the service would take place. It was a small corner house near a well. In the entrance area. there was a table with a list of participants - as there was still the COVID pandemic and its restrictions. I signed in and went into the small church hall where some visitors were already sitting and sat in one of the back rows right next to the exit. Two young women sat in front of me, whom I recognized by sight from my school days in Mittenaar. Mr. Diehl, the leader, recognized me immediately and greeted me. The service began and I noticed a couple with their daughter sitting in the middle of the rows of chairs. Especially the woman who started talking to someone - even though she didn't seem to be talking to her husband, daughter, or other worshipers.
She channeled demons and tried to get information about me, asking what I was thinking about.
Also sitting to my right, opposite me, was a woman who also started talking to something invisible; she was also trying to get information from demons about me and my world of thoughts.
The two young women in front of me seemed to do the same - giggling as they received the information from the spirits that I found both of them attractive.
In the middle of the service, there was a break and as I saw three young men each lighting a cigarette, in front of the house, I also stood there and smoked one. One came from Mittenaar and worked at a carpentry shop, another came from Medenbach and we talked. I had to go to the car for a moment, when I came back, I heard one of them saying something to the other. I asked him about it, but he said I had misheard. After about fifteen minutes, we went back inside and after a sermon, the service ended. A young woman, who was responsible for the music, got up said while she was leaving that she had to get gas first. The day before my fuel gauge warning light had come on, so during church service I was thinking about where the nearest gas station was. I also said goodbye and drove home.
On the way back, at a crossroads in the middle of the village, Viktor's father Ivan ad his wife, Olga, met me. During this time, I also met a lot of old classmates or colleagues or people from my vocational school days. The former girlfriend of a college student - who lived with me in the dormitory in Wetzlar - walked across the intersection of the corner house where I lived in Herborn. Another former classmate stood on the street corner of the house and others just drove past me with their eyes fixed on me.
One of the people was Sven, a man from Albstadt, who had contacted me on Facebook about a trading-coach - or at least that's what he said. He was also one of the people who drove past me and made eye contact with me. He was sitting in the car with a man I didn't know at the time.
Since I was visiting my mother and sister with their family on the weekends during this time, I did this on a Saturday. As I sat in my mother's apartment, my sister's youngest son, Karl, ran through the apartment with a dildo in his hand laughing. My sister ran after him and took it from him. But instead of being embarrassed, my mother and sister joked about it, gave him the dildo back in his hand, and asked him to wiggle it around.
I was speechless at what I had to watch and asked if they didn't have them all anymore - that this wasn't funny. My sister then took the dildo from Karl's hand and took it into her apartment. My mother kept trying to joke about it, but I didn't feel like joking.
The next day I had a work assignment at the Rital company, where my cousin's husband worked and where my trainer Daniela's husband and Viktor's father, Ivan, also worked.
I parked in the large parking lot of one of the branches and walked a short distance down the street to register. The security guard gave me an electronic ID card and explained to me how to get to my place of work. First, I had to report to the warehouse, then my foreman showed me the production hall and explained my job to me. I was responsible for supplying the various production facilities. I also got to know the various employees of the company. Since many of them seemed familiar to me, I wondered how I would know them… then I remembered.
I recognized all of the Rital employees from the church in Manderbach. Which in itself wouldn't have been unusual, as it was a village area, and the company was one of the largest employers there. With the other events of my life, there seemed to be more to it.
I only worked at that company for a few weeks and carried out various tasks. Here, too, the Rital employees deliberately used trigger words and made innuendos, if they didn't immediately insult me. They didn't do this either by speaking to me directly, but indirectly - by talking to me without looking at me.
They particularly enjoyed doing this at the time clock when everyone gathered to sign off and get off work. On the way to my car, I heard their insults and how they laughed at me. How they talked about me and even called me “son of a bitch”.
When I lived in Hamburg, an old classmate from primary school, Böhmi, wrote to me and we talked about that time. Appearing almost depressed, Böhmi talked about the things that had happened in his life since then. Böhmi also worked at Rital, but he seemed anything but depressed. He often sat with other employees, and they talked to each other and alternately turned their heads to me and then turned them back to each other with a grin.
I also recognized an employee who was now a foreman from my childhood. She was Mr. Gombert's daughter, and her family were acquaintances of my grandmother which led to them becoming acquaintances of my mother. We only visited her a few times back then, but I remembered the blonde girl well. We both got along well. So well, that she once ran after me and my family to the supermarket a few streets away where we stopped briefly to do some shopping after our visit to her family. As I was walking through the supermarket, she, Jessy, suddenly stood in front of me again - which made me happy at the time. There didn't seem to be much left of the lively girl from back then, so she- along with others who were assigned to her as a foreman - used trigger words if they didn't immediately insult me.
Many of the employees had tattoos with Christian symbols, crosses, or the name Jesus. Some tattoos had devilish symbols; a man had a Baphomet with a pentagram, on his right upper arm, which he wore openly - similar to Marilyn Manson's tattoo.
During one of the breaks, I went to a designated area, where others were also taking a break. I sat down at a vacant table, when a member of staff came and told me it was his seat and that I should sit somewhere else. To which I replied that his name would not be on the chair. Since I was just about to end my break anyway, I got up and went to my workplace.
When I was working in the paint shop and I was supposed to take the finished painted components off the assembly line and put them on a cart, I could see the beam of light being directed at me - directly from the floor above me. It literally blinded me every time I had to look up to grab one of the components.
But this work assignment also ended even though it was difficult for me to carry it out. Not because of the work, but because of the employees and the energy weapons that were used against me.
On Sunday I went to the church service in Breitscheid again. Also, there was the couple and the woman who had previously caught my attention through their channeling, which they also did in that service. In the sermon of the church leader, Mr. Diehl, he spoke about the fact that not all people in secret societies were Satanists - although he wanted to make it clear to me that he was one. After that, I stopped going to the churches that appeared to be Christian on the outside but were full of occultists and satanists on the inside.
I had had enough of my old home, which was so different from how I remembered it and from what I had been led to believe all those decades before. I wanted to see something new in my life - to be part of a real, Christian church and planned to turn my back on my home region, even if I didn't tell everyone this right away.
At this time, it was slowly approaching summer. My uncle, aunt, mother and sister invited me and their family to a barbecue. The man my sister married in 2017 had two children. His daughter was living with her mother. His first-born son, Finn, initially lived with his mother, but then moved in with his father and my sister - who became his stepmother. His biological mother left the boy for days with her partner, a person with whom the boy had little connection and who probably also had little relationship with the boy.
Finn was the ‘problem child’, although most of his problems were probably due to poor treatment by his biological and stepfamily.
Even though Finn was of elementary school age, he still wet himself at night - which seemed to have stronger and weaker phases and was possibly a sign of early childhood trauma. When I visited him during the holidays, I noticed how my mother (his step-grandmother) treated him.
‘He is not allowed to do this. He is not allowed to do that. He doesn't do this right and that wrong.’
She was constantly dissatisfied with his behavior, even though he had done nothing wrong at all - so it was completely incomprehensible to me why my mother was now reprimanding the boy. I told her to leave the boy alone, which only briefly stopped her from attacking him again with the same baseless reprimands.
Finn was also there at the barbecue and my uncle Martin, and my aunt Silvia had already complained about Finn's supposed bad behavior - which my mother also agreed with - which I couldn't understand. Even at the barbecue, they regularly snapped at the boy for no apparent reason and constantly and exclusively talked negatively about him to each other - sometimes in such a way that he noticed. Which I found so unbearable that I intervened and fought them off. I went with Finn and Karl, my two nephews, to the nearby playground where we swung, slid, laughed and had fun together.
The boy, Finn, drowned in the spring of 2023 on a canoe trip under the supervision of several men and his biological mother. Finn may have been chosen, by the cult network, to be a ‘living sacrifice’, like myself.
The following Monday, I went to my employer - a temporary employment agency in Herborn - and asked the boss to fire me, which he did. I had found an apartment in Albstadt, Tailfingen and I wanted to move in, the next few weeks. I had also asked other temporary employment agencies in Albstadt who wanted to hire me, which was one of the requirements for renting an apartment.
A few weeks later, I moved out of Herborn, packed my things in my car and drove south. On the highway I noticed a car that seemed to be accompanying me with the license plate LDK-MO-… At first I didn't think anything of it other than the fact that the same car stopped in front of me,at an intersection just a few kilometers from my destination, Albstadt, and then turned in the same direction I wanted to, but this could still be a coincidence also a very unlikely one. But the probability that all these coincidences that happened in my life were coincidental was slim.
Albstadt, a Nightmare
The real estate agent stood with his BMW and Stuttgart license plate in front of the house on the Goethestraße in Tailfingen, a district of Albstadt. He had gotten there just a few minutes before me and wanted to show me the apartment I was planning to move into. He had the rental agreement with him, signed by the landlord.
The apartment was about forty square meters in size, had a newly installed kitchen and a bathroom with older, beige tiles. As I entered, I noticed a name on the mailbox, Loskamm. The Voices of the Unknowns had told me this one, whether this was when I lived in Hamburg or even earlier, I didn't know. I wasn't sure what this meant either, so I signed the rental agreement. One of the residents of the house, the caretaker, was introduced to me. He had bought an apartment two floors above me, where he had lived for almost twenty years.
The realtor and I went to the front of the house. He had other appointments that day that he wanted to attend, and I wanted to get my things out of the car. I asked him what there was to do in the area to which he said that most people went to Tübingen or Reutlingen to do something on the weekend. But the real parties took place in Stuttgart. He added something else that almost made me think he meant sex parties. He got into his black BMW and drove away. I got my things out of the car and brought them to my newly rented apartment, which didn't take long. I only had a few possessions, so a few boxes were enough to store them.
While I was still in the process of bringing these into my apartment, I met Ms. Loskamm, her partner and her two children. I knew Ms. Loskamm's voice, I had heard it countless times, in my sleep, she was one of the programmers of the occult network, from the local circle in Albstadt and had spoken to me, when I lived in Hamburg and possibly even earlier, I thought I remembered her voice, during the years of my professional training.
At that time, they wanted to awaken in me a certain enthusiasm for motorcycle-clubs - especially the Hells Angels - but this never succeeded as the programmers had hoped. During this time, they also tried to create a criminal part of myself, which was successful. I had probably inherited a certain criminal energy from my father, so I was open to such ideas. Tailfingen had a motorcycle club called Moto-Club-Germany, it was in the center of the village. The name of the motorcycle club was written on the clubhouse, with “666”.
That evening, I already knew that the apartment wasn't as safe as I had hoped. At 10 p.m. a device turned on, which at first sounded like a fuse had been blown. Thereupon a loud hum seemed to come from the fuse box. The caretaker who lived in the house with me said it was the storage for the electric heater, which I also believed him. However, the sound wandered and sometimes seeming to come from the fuse box, and sometimes from another area of the room. However, the source of the sound appeared to be one floor above me.
As soon as I shut down my computer and turned off the screen, a person from the caretaker's family, or Mrs. Loskamm's, went to the floor above me and turned on a device.
I could again perceive the invisible cone of light as it moved around the room and rested on me, aligned with me. This wasn't the only device used as an energy weapon. One, was in the caretaker's garage - right next to my apartment. Another one was in a closet in the hallway, which was locked and only one other roommate in the house had access, one was in the garden area, and one was with the neighbors. At 6 a.m. the humming stopped again, only to be turned on again that same evening. Sometimes it was louder, sometimes quieter, and there were even days when it couldn't be heard at all.
Especially at those times when I could only go into the kitchen for a short time, the massive use of microwave technology against me first caused me to feel unwell, then dizziness - which then turned into nausea. As soon as I went into the kitchen for the first time in the morning, I heard the crowing of a rooster across the neighbor's property. Although it was obviously not an animal, but a woman who made these sounds - which was one of the trigger words of the Albstadt circle: "Rooster in the Basket” if her lack of imagination didn’t cause them to go back to “Son of a bitch”, “Children”, “Jessica”.
Meanwhile, while shopping, I met various people - actors, aspiring actress stars, contestants from reality-series or documentaries.
I recognized one of the couples from “Love is Blind”. She was from Hamburg, he from Stuttgart. A young woman from a series set in northern Germany about a pandemic. One man particular caught my attention because of the tattoo he had on his head. I recognized him in a documentary that was about the infiltration of the Viking LARP scene by right-wing extremists. At weekends, he lived in a self-built Viking village in Lower Saxony. In the documentary, he wore a necklace with a swastika and talked about its original meaning as a global symbol of good luck and that he would refer to it when he was wearing the necklace.
A woman drove past me in Ebingen, whom I recognized as Miss Kelle, as I was a big fan of her publications. Apart from those, in which she described the AFD as the only electable party. I met my relatives even more regularly.
My sister was standing right in front of me in the supermarket, but didn't speak to me, whereupon I ignored her too, knowing that she was part of the occult network. Her husband also drove past me several times, as did my uncle and aunt - who particularly stood out. These people probably took turns every week. Sometimes there were people from Hesse, sometimes from Hamburg, sometimes from the Ruhr area or other regions. Although there also seemed to be people from Switzerland and Austria.
There were two groups: One group, who was right there to drive past me - trying to intimidate me. Another group that changed throughout the day, consisting of people from different local circles that could be spread across Germany. These were then connected by telephone. The call was then transferred to the audio devices, whereby they used trigger words channeled together to find out my thoughts, etc. Since voice samples or other things were also played in this way, it is not entirely easy to distinguish between them. Whether an old voice recording of recorded calls or voice messages was transmitted on such an audio device, or whether actual people were connected by telephone. In times of deepfakes and AI, you can even fake audio recordings.
In Hesse, it was mainly former classmates or AW0 Frankfurt employees who did this. A former classmate stood right in front of me at the supermarket and smiled maliciously at me without speaking to me. When I was sitting in a parked car, in Ebingen, another former classmate walked past me.
From Hamburg, the employees of Darbowen & RocketbeamsTV particularly stood out. Mr. Schröckert, from RocketbeamsTV, drove past me in a tractor and several employees who I had met while working at the Darbowen company. Also, some former roommates.
There often was a vehicle in the neighborhood with a Polish license plate from the same area where Pawel - one of the two employees at the Gewürzmühle in Hamburg, came from.
Then I looked on Instagram, to get an impression of the area. A photo caught my attention and I saw several women with dogs and a man with a black shirt and a bandana on his head. It was my former roommate, Gabor. Two of the dogs also seemed familiar to me, as one of the two dogs had howled for hours in the neighbor's kennel the night before whereupon I got up to see what was wrong with the animal that was made so tormented sounds. One of the dogs had a red bandana, while the other was an old female, with frayed fur and a tail with bald spots. At least the dog was so clearly different from other animals that I could identify him without a doubt. One of the women was linked and so I looked at the photos on her Instagram account. In addition to swastikas, she also seemed to have an enthusiasm for Anonymous, the hacker group that used the Guy Fawk mask from V-For Vendetta, as a symbol.
Pegasus, the spyware from Israel, was in the news at the time. There were instructions on YouTube on how to check your smartphone for an infestation. I did this and the test was positive for me, which would also explain why it was so easy for the cult to track my position and observe my smartphone activities - which they then used against me when they programmed me.
If there was significant, financial damage, I drove to the police station in Albstadt. I had the photos, from my hacked email account, the pictures from Instagram, which shows my former roommate together with the woman and the two dogs who were in the kennel, just a few meters away from me. I also took my two smartphones with me, which I had tested for spyware.
I went to reception and told the police officer that I wanted to file a report. A young man with blonde hair - about the same age as me - opened the door for me and walked me into a room. I explained my situation again to him whereupon he wanted to draw up the protocol.
In the next room, there was a young woman I couldn't see who had entered the police station shortly after me. She shouted to me that I shouldn't do that and that the police knew me and my situation and were part of the cult network themselves.
But I couldn't be dissuaded from filing the report and so the police officer had to write his report in front of me. He did this reluctantly, which he made clear to me. He deliberately wanted to word things in the protocol, in such a way, that any reader would immediately think I was psychotic - which is why I tried to correct him.
That I should go home, to write a protocol myself and then give it to him. Then another police officer came in to give the other something. He snorted and looked at me angrily before leaving the room to go to the woman in the next room. Was he trying to intimidate me? After the report was taken, I asked for the file number. The police officer in Hamburg had written it on a card for me when I filed the report there. In Albstadt, they seemed to be proceeding differently. Apparently, they couldn't give me a file number yet and said I should just come in a few weeks later to find out about the status of the investigation. I knew that there probably wouldn't be any when the woman in the next room spoke to me so openly in front of several police officers. When I asked after several months, my smartphones and the USB stick, on which I had saved the photos, were returned to me. Nothing had come of the investigation. Presumably because there had been no investigation at all.
As I walked out of the police station, there was a black SUV in the parking lot next to me with two young women standing next to it who smiled maliciously at me as I got into my car.
On Sunday, I wanted to visit the church of a man whose sermons I had often heard during this time and who had already been recommended to me by the brothers and sisters in Rahlstedt.
Who turned out to be fake. What unsettled me isthat I didn't know whether I could classify this man as one of the real or fake brothers, Mr. Kauffmann. However, when I stood in front of the church building, it was closed as there was still the COVID pandemic with its lockdowns.
Since I had his phone number saved in my phone, I called to ask him when the church wanted to meet again. This met in small, private circles and I wasn't invited to one, because I had just moved to Tailfingen and he didn't know me. That's how I tried to explain it to myself. During the lockdown period, he continued to publish sermons, which I listened to regularly. In the next one uploaded on the internet, he talked about having a friend in the police. You can imagine the rest. In a telephone conversation, with Anita when I was living in Hamburg and in contact with her, she said that she didn't like Mr. Kauffmann's sermons. He would give the devil too much credit. Today I know what she meant by that. After that, I was once again in that church and an older woman, who was walking up the stairs with a man, and the woman had opened the door for me. When I sat down in the hall, they also started using trigger words against me.
The following Sunday, I drove to another church. I had previously googled which one was in the Zollernalbkreis, as the region is called. The church was a few villages away. In the entrance area of the building was a triangular symbol. I don't remember whether it was a sculpture or a picture, but I noticed it immediately. The church consisted of a variety of ages, but many were middle-aged.
I sat down in the church hall and shortly afterwards an older woman appeared behind me and asked me if she could sit next to me. I said ‘yes’ and she took a seat. The more the hall filled up, the more I noticed the whispers followed by the looks that were thrown my way. Sentences like that I had no idea, coupled with the cult's term of endearment for me,’ rooster in the basket’. The women - who looked after the children - called me a son of a bitch. Of course, only when there was a door between them and me.
The service took place with a sermon and finally ended. I couldn't wait to get out of the church because I didn't want to stand up and give in to the pressure the members were trying to put on me.
A week later, I went back to another church, in the parking lot, I noticed a car with 6666 on the license plate and a fish symbol above it.
Even before I entered this church, I could already imagine what was to come. I was greeted warmly at the door, by a young woman and invited in. I entered the church hall and sat down in one of the back rows. The suspected owner of the 6666 vehicle smiled arrogantly at me, with his female companion. The service began with a woman testifying about her living God. She was appearing tense. A young woman playing one of the musical instruments said, “We are part of it too”, and looked below herself as she said this. I stayed to listen to the sermon, but was glad when the service was over.
On working days, I wrote applications to find a job, which led to a company that manufactured refrigerator-rooms inviting me for an interview. After this conversation, I was offered a day of trial work to get to know the job, the company, and the employees. On the morning of the trial work, I got lost, but eventually found my way to the company where a black Mercedez minibus pulled up in the driveway with 666 on the license plate. I apologized for my delay to Ms. Schwarz, who showed me around the company and finally handed me over to an employee who explained the various production steps to me.
I was happy to help wherever I could, as I wanted to quickly acquire new knowledge, about the production process. After just a few minutes, I heard the first employees in the production hall turn around call me Kurva and look in my direction to see if I had heard them and how I would react. I noticed that invisible funnel of energy from the outside, first exploring the room around me, and then remaining, directed at me.
Despite everything, I worked until lunchtime, then went out of the hall, to smoke a cigarette. In front of the building, some of the employees stood in a circle and one said to the group that we hope we can somehow get him to join us. At the latest, I knew that I wouldn't have any peace if I accepted the job - which I told Ms. Schwarz about in the late afternoon before I drove home.
At this point, it had already been two years in which I had been massively attacked, both spiritually and physically through the use of techniques such as audio devices and microwaves. Albstadt seemed not better than my home in Hesse. And so, I began to despair about the situation. I didn't know who this network was, let alone what they wanted from me. Until then, I assumed, that I was possessed with the fact that these occult groups wanted these spirits which they had told me often enough - in my sleep - to simply give me some avoidable explanation. During this time, I decided to pray and fast for a longer period of time, hoping to get answers from the Lord Jesus Christ or to drive out the spirits that seemed to be plaguing me.
The Turning Point
Flashbacks of my childhood
I prayed to the Lord hourly and read the Bible often. Since, during this time the attacks were getting worse with every day that I prayed and fasted, I drove to a mountain at night to seek refuge in the Lord himself. On the mountain I prayed, walked in nature and looked at the clear starry sky which seemed like a powerful testimony from YAHWEH addressed to all creation and testifying of his omnipotence, his glory, and his greatness.
But my situation seemed unchanged, so I went to the mountain for more than thirty days to call on God at night. As I was reading the Bible during the day, something struck me. Even though I had read these verses countless times before, it was the place, Matthew 15v21-28, when a mother went to the Lord Jesus Christ to ask him to deliver her daughter from demon possession. Jesus didn’t do this by going with the mother to take care of her daughter. Jesus Christ did this through his word from a distance, without being physically present with the girl.
For me this meant that I couldn't be possessed at all. There had to be another reason why this group was after me, even though I was aware that I had noticed something in Hamburg that I should never have noticed. The existence of these groups and their interconnectedness with others within an international network.
In a few episodes of the “Naked Bible Podcast,” the now deceased Dr. Michael Heiser spoke to women from a U.S organization, Discovering Mercy, about the topic of satanic ritual abuse. They also talked about the often-associated consequence of a dissociative identity disorder.
To create this structure within a human, the splitting of the human being into different sub-personalities was the declared goal of many of these occult groups in order to control the person and use them for their purposes within the network. This division could only be brought about through torture and abuse. The earlier the groups could start, the more promising the result seemed.
I came across Fritz Springmeier and Svali and their books about mind control. This led me to the topic of occult groups, Illuminati, Freemasons, the topic of “N.W.O. - The New World Order”, the goal of these groups, and the creation of a new, totalitarian world order. At the time of the COVID pandemic and the associated restrictions, this seemed to be within reach.
When I got to the point in Mr. Spingmeier's books where he explained how children are already trained by their cult-loyal parents, I had to think of many incidents in my childhood. Flashbacks played in my mind's eye about things that I had long since forgotten, that I had unconsciously wanted to block out… until then.
I kept thinking about my childhood and thinking about my now three little nephews and the behavior of their parents, my sister, her husband and my own mother, and my uncle and aunt.
One of the events that I was horrified to witness back then during the transition period when I was living with my mother after Hamburg - but which I couldn't explain - now made sense.
My sister's husband, Mr. Weyel, encouraged my nephews after walking with the dogs to behave like dogs, to smell the animals' buttocks and to move like animals. It was an attempt to cement dog alters in my nephew's mind.
I also had two similar parts - a person who liked to act like a raptor or T Rex, like the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.
Another one of my parts was probably a werewolf with a penchant for darkness and theatrics. The fact that in my dreams there were many sentences like, ‘He is blue’, or ’He is black’, from the unknown voices and the programmers was also no coincidence, but rather an attempt to address certain parts of myself to realign and adapt them if necessary.
Flashbacks of scenes played in my mind's eye. My body's memories of how they felt. And flashbacks about sexual abuse by my parents and relatives. During this time, my father gave me a little gray mouse which was supposed to remind me of that abuse every time I saw it. When I woke up at night in a panic, my mother sat next to me on the bed and said that I had just had a nightmare. I now realized that it wasn't a nightmare, but reality.
It was no coincidence that the cult repeatedly used drills and their noises to scare a part of me. I remembered that my Uncle Martin and Aunt Silvia used them to scare me as a small child - held drills to my head and threatened me that they would drill into my head.
I remembered - it was probably in a hospital, possibly the one in Wetzlar, that something was attached to my head. The feeling of electric shocks and the fear I had at night, that the bad men would come again to hurt me. They did this in the presence of my mother. A memory of my body is how my arms were twisted until they were dislocated. Someone was holding me. Was it my Uncle Martin?
My body also remembered the feeling of drowning in one of these events where the first personality splits seemed to have occurred.
At that time, there was a Bundeswehr branch in Wetzlar, close to the hospital, on the so-called Spielburg grounds, and in Gießen as well as in the entire Rhine-Main area U.S. Soldiers were stationed. I can only guess whether I also have a US program. It would explain why my father kept saying that people would mistake him for an American. He often showed me a photo of a Senator Quirmbach, who is related to us and lives in the USA. For my birthday, my father gave me a baseball bat with glove and ball even though baseball is hardly played in Germany.
I remembered a television that was playing a permanent program with kittens, which probably created a sex kitten part in me. This was reinforced by my mother's sexual abuse in one memory. She sat on me with her bare bottom. When I showered with her when I was a toddler and she washed her private parts, her vagina, and she said she was going to wash her ass.
I also remembered how when I was a toddler my mother scared me to death with a worm that she dragged behind her and chased me with. She seemed to be having fun and was laughing. So, she always scared me of a black man, and she or someone else in the family would sit on the bottom steps in disguise. My mother in particular, but also my uncle and aunt seem to have a pronounced, sadistic personality. My uncle's family came from Hungary.
When my right foot was broken, I had to limp and walk around in pain for a long time. When I told my parents, they said I was malingering, and I shouldn't act like that. Years later, my grandfather took me to the doctor for another examination and the doctor saw on an X-ray that my foot had been broken and had healed on its own.
Did my parents want me to suffer this pain?
I also began to remember other things from my childhood: My mother would regularly lose sight of me during the weekly shopping, and I would wander around looking for her. Even when I asked for help at the information desk and they called out my mother, she only came after a long wait. Sometimes I would stand at the exit and to talk to strangers walking past me about my mother, whether they hadn't seen her? Was she hiding in order to consolidate in me a feeling of being lost, of not being wanted? She had said herself that I was just an accident.
My maternal grandmother also seemed to have a sadistic personality, regularly taking out her anger on me. I was never good enough for her and nothing I did was ever good, only other children. She regularly compared me to them and asked why I wasn't like them. She called me “Holzbock”, which is the name for a male maggot. The older I got, the more often my sister, my mother and grandmother ganged up on me, always comparing me to my father saying I was just like him. Even without us arguing, they casually said things like that I would behave just like him. Did they do this consciously to continue this dehumanization process? Did they want to create a suicide part in me?
When my sister said to me on the school bus that she had heard two classmates raving about me, it was probably a test of my reality. The supposed music lessons she had, the first lessons in witchcraft and magic were with my uncle and aunt. My sister was gradually introduced into the cult, which she and her husband are still part of today.
So, after everything I had experienced, I now understood why my mother after a certain age didn't want to take me shopping - only my grandmother and sister.
The avoidable chance encounters with other relatives and acquaintances were secret cult meetings. I already had noticed something like that in Albstadt, when some members of the local circle seemed to meet by chance at the same time in the same supermarket and then in small groups stood together to channel.
I also remembered that my relatives from Breitscheid, the Hinder family, my father's half-brother, and his wife wanted to take my sister for a weekend. Even though her own children were much older and grown up. When my little sister was left with the relatives, I was very afraid for her all weekend. One of my parts remembered that these people did bad things, even if they appeared to be so Christian on the outside.
Meanwhile, my life had to go on. I had been unemployed for almost 2 years now - not because I was lazy, but because I didn't want to work in a company where it was obvious as soon as I walked in that I would once again be attacked with trigger words, innuendos and insults from cult loyal employees. But I continued to apply and found a job advertisement as a production employee at a company, Episs Automation, in Ebingen. I was invited to an interview with the department head, Mr. Schwarz, and it turned out that the company manufactured and sold industrial computers. I also got to know the employees of that company department and they were all friendly.
So, I started at that company on February 1, 2023. On the first day there was a welcome folder on my table where all the details for starting in the company were explained. I was supposed to be trained by one of the employees named Stefan, who I was supposed to assist that day. There was another welcome package at his workplace, clearly visible to me, a computer with the serial number “….666”.
Since this could have just been a coincidence, I didn't let it bother me, but I quickly found out that it wasn't.
Already in the first few hours, the employees in the production department began to consciously trigger me then channel information about my world of thoughts - that of my parts - which they then used again against me and my parts. In order to make them audible to me, they were mumbling to themselves saying, ‘rooster in the basket’, ‘children’ or ‘he hears well’ over and over again in order to attract the attention of my parts.
The manufacturing department consisted of almost twenty women who seemed to encourage each other. In this company, microwave technology, audio technology and surveillance technology were also used against me. One of the microwave devices seemed to be set up on the floor above me and another to be plugged in as needed. When these devices were used, the consciousness of my front part decreased within a few minutes and sometimes with a short loss of consciousness, internal part-changes were forced.
The things I discussed with other employees in the smoking room were used against me by the programmers at night. The two employees in the department also tried to play a kind of ‘good cop/bad cop’ game with me, carefully trying to get to know my tolerance limits and also being interested in how I seemed to feel about certain political issues. What is even more important, however, is whether and how quickly they were able to dissuade me from my views.
Regularly, Andi, one of the two employees in my department, brought free samples of cigarettes with the brand name “Al Capone”, with which he probably wanted to make it clear to me that the employees of that company were affiliated with the mafia. He didn't like it when I once made negative comments about them and said that the mafia was just another branch of the network surrounding the N.W.O.
But I liked the work and so ignored the other employees when they tried to trigger me or my parts again.
In my free time, I continued to work on the topic of mind control and N.W.O., came across Emma Katherine's YouTube channel, "The Imagination", where others openly reported on their experiences. This also made me braver.
When the triggering at work got out of hand again on a Friday just before the weekend, the ladies in the production department seemed to be getting particularly arrogant. I got up, went over to them and asked them out loud how long they wanted to continue with their “La Familia -Bullshit”. This really irritated them. They immediately acted as if they hadn't understood me. One of the employees asked what I had just said to them - that she didn't understand. I didn't get involved in any debate and replied that she had understood very well and that she should ask the other employees if they had definitely understood me.
When Andi and an older employee were in the warehouse just a few meters away from me, they also started triggering again. Afterwards when Andi went back to work, I said that everyone could do whatever they wanted at home, but if they started annoying me with some "cult-bullshit" I wouldn't put up with it. This also really irritated him, he also acted like he didn't know what I was talking about.
Since triggering with random words would probably no longer be enough to intimidate me and keep me under control, they had to use other means. So, one day my supervisor called me into his office and explained to me that he had expected more from me and that he was dissatisfied with my performance. The only thing he was dissatisfied with was my growing self-confidence and the fact that I no longer put up with the attacks. Even though I was only at the company for a few months, I quickly learned all the work steps and had more overview and order in some things than the other two employees who had already been with the company for several years.
After work, I started going to the gym and developed an awareness of my body, which I was happy with even though I was overweight. I also experienced exactly the same behavior in the fitness studio from some of the visitors and employees. One of the devices that also used against me at home and at work had been installed in the house across the street of the gym. Since I was using my headphones and listening to podcasts during my visit, I didn't let any of this distract me from my exercises.
On Sundays was swimming-pool day, I could no longer visit the apostate, pseudo-Christian churches of the Zollernalb district and the hypocritical behavior of the false brothers and sisters. It became disgusting to me.
So, I didn't get annoyed when I was called "Kurva" by an employee of the nearby supermarket. The employees of my family doctor, who also tried to intimidate me by being triggered, or a former classmate or someone from my class (or my own family) drove past me.
In the summer, I was asked by my superior, Mr. Schwarz, to accompany him on a business trip. Hard drives of poor quality were installed in a customer's computer, which gradually stopped working. These had to be replaced on site. So, we drove to the branches of a company in Eisenach and near Cologne. First, we drove to Eisenach, replacing the hard drives went faster than we expected. Then we drove from Eisenach towards Cologne, where we initially stayed overnight in a hotel before driving to the other branch the next morning and replacing the hard drives on some computers there too. We drove past Rennerod in the Westerwald, where I used to work in the warehouse at Kuhne & Nagel past Herborn, where I had been countless times before and lived there for a time.
Past Siegen to the south of Cologne, I noticed the license plates there, ‘SU’, which stands for ‘Siegburg’. I had noticed these license plates before. I seemed to regularly come across cars with SU license plates. Until then, I thought SU stood for Suhl, a small town in the east. A few times, such a car parked right in front of my apartment door in Albstadt. At the hotel, we were given the keys to our rooms, and we agreed on a time for dinner.
The waitress was friendly and asked if I was the lady of the two of us, whereupon I asked her if she was trying to undermine my sexuality. If we both acted as if we were joking, the waiter's question to me was excessive. That's probably exactly what she wanted, and Mr. Schwarz also tried to trigger a homosexual part of me, which was never there. Although my grandmother forced me to wear women's headscarves when I was a child and I have memories of sexual abuse by my grandfather, they never succeeded in creating a homosexual part of me. But I have at least one part of me that is unaware of his sexuality that is still a child.
The next morning, we drove to the customer company's branch, which used to be one of the Emmiteck company. I began to remember that one of the programmers had said this name many times as they attacked me day and night from the neighboring property, the Neukirche office building in Niederweidbach. In doing so, I connect the Emmiteck company to another place, Herborn-Seelbach. The place where my supposed school friend Viktor lives. Did the programmer live there?
My supervisor and I did our work and then drove towards Albstadt around midday. When the ladies in the production department attacked me in a particularly arrogant way saying things like, “You belong to us, and we can do whatever we want with you.” I walked past them, turned around and asked them whether they would continue with their cult bullshit, wanted to act like a couple of cowards, or were finished. If they only used indirect approaches to attack me, they couldn’t handle confrontations.
Although I did a good job, a few months later I was asked back to my boss, Mr. Schwarz's office saying that he had expected more from me and was disappointed in me. He never explained this; it was just empty words intended to lower my self-confidence, because I had become too defensive to the cult.
Realizing that they could no longer intimidate me, the cult drew their last card towards the end of the year.
My manager told us employees in the department, that they were planning a new hire. One evening, a young woman, Anna, about thirty, came. Previously I had a date match on Facebook with a woman named Ana, with only one N, who obviously appeared to be the same person. They tried to get me into a ‘honeypot’, an arranged relationship. On the first day, Andi, one of the employees in my department, tried to pass on this. That we, Anna and I could do something at the weekend. I contradicted that. I also blocked out Anna when she talked about her unhappy sex life with her husband.
After that, she ignored me at work. Not because she disliked me, but because she wanted to get my attention in the hope that I would open up to her and that she would awaken my sexual hunting instinct. But I continued to work as before and didn't let it show.
Since I had a good income at that time, I gave up my rental apartment in Albstadt towards the end of the year in search of an apartment where I could be free from the attacks that came my way every day. A month later, my manager announced that my fixed-term contract wouldn’t been renewed.
The Wandering Stars of Sindelfingen
I looked at several apartments and the offers were limited. I had to increase the search radius and drove to Darmsheim, near Sindelfingen, to look at an apartment. I agreed with the landlord. It seemed to be in a quiet residential area and I was hoping for more peace from the cult's attacks. Even though my employment contract was expiring, and I couldn't find a job after that, I was accepted by the landlord, Mr. Mini. He worked at Dainnler as a cost estimator and used the apartment himself on weekends before he bought it to rent it out. The previous tenant had already moved out, so I signed the rental agreement in mid-January 2024.
Shortly after I signed it, I heard a shrill whistling sound followed by a deep hum. What I hadn't taken into account was that the Dainnler company (the production site for Mercedez-Bens) was only a few kilometers away. Almost ¼ of Sindelfingen consisted of the vehicle manufacturer's production site. I knew that the cult-mafia network had employees in all areas of Germany's infrastructure and that many companies were woven into it. I didn't know that the housing estate I wanted to move into was full of Dainnler employees and other cult members.
So, on the day we moved in, all the equipment had been installed in the residential buildings in the neighborhood and even in our own apartment complex, which attacked me from the first day on - even more strongly than in Albstadt. One of the nights, I heard a child screaming. The screams seemed to be coming from the apartment above me, however when I went out to my balcony to smoke a cigarette, these screams seemed to be coming from one of the neighboring buildings. Last week I came across a YouTube video in which such an audio device was built which could direct the sound to certain people and surfaces where these sound waves then became audible. It was not possible to locate the actual audio source.
The day I started writing this testimony the attacks were worse than ever before, as they tried every means possible to stop me from doing this. The energy weapons seemed to be aimed at me in the apartment above and below me, but also from the neighboring buildings opposite.
Nevertheless, this is my testimony and yet I completed it.
Epilogue
I am aware that I am only at the beginning of the healing process and that the events I describe here are probably just the tip of the iceberg of things that lie hidden in my subconscious in other parts of myself. It's a good thing that not all memories and emotional states penetrate my consciousness right away. Every painful memory with the associated feelings needs time to process them.
However, no one can take away my confidence and that I will follow this path successfully to the end with the help of my God and Savior, Jesus Christ. I have already experienced it countless times that he took upon himself - my excessive burdens, which threatened to crush me, The Lord Jesus Christ transformed everything that was meant to be evil for me by the cult into an ultimate blessing.
Be it the time in Hamburger, the time when I was back in Hesse, and the time in Albstadt - it will also be the same with the time in Sindelfingen.
What's more, he averted harm from me and allowed it to come to them. The caretaker in Albstadt, who lived in the house with me and had placed energy weapons there for the cult which were used against me, he himself suffered a heart attack in 2023, which severely weakened his health.
In my home village, Niederweidbach during a storm, a branch fell on the car of a young man whose family was active in the local circle. He now has to be looked after by his parents around the clock.
Likewise, the sister of a former classmate from elementary school, was on a plane that crashed in Africa, which was involved in the 737 Max scandal. This family was probably also active in the local circle of my home village.
He previously hit my mother with ulcers and in 2019 with an aneurysm in the brain. She lay in a coma for weeks connected to a thousand tubes. Despite the doctors' low survival assessment, the Lord Jesus Christ protected her, including from health consequences. When I told her that the Lord preserved her at that time and gave her a final reprieve to change her path to turn away from the mafia cult, she laughed at that.
He struck my aunt with infertility. Another died prematurely of cancer. But the Lord Jesus Christ is not a dictator. If people don't want to know anything about him in life, he won't force them to be with him after death. The consequence: that they come to the place where even God no longer looks. A place of pure darkness, where nothing but weeping over their terrible end and gnashing of teeth that they did not turn away from their evil path in life. And that they did not allow themselves to be warned, will be. So, I hope that reporting on the systematic abuse in my childhood, remembering it and talking about it, will encourage other people affected by it.
To give courage to stand against the cult-like, mafia-like network that is spreading like a cancer across the world.
To give you courage to publish your life story. The fact that you were abused, just like me - possibly even worse - is completely normal and systematic in such circles. Even if they may not directly remember what also was intended by the cult - which is to keep the abuse hidden behind amnesia barriers, if possible, in the subconscious of those affected that this is not remembered.
I want to give those affected even more hope.
Hope that there is a way away from all the cults - even if it is not the broad, easy way.
Hope that you are not alone with your experiences. I have met so many others just through the internet.
Hope that there is healing. Because every programming can be deprogrammed. Every memory and every feeling can be processed.
With sincere love,
Oliver
Thank you, Dear Reader, for reading through this incredible testimony submitted by ‘Oliver’ <3
God bless you all,
Emma Katherine
Dear Oliver,
I believe your story, and I am so sorry you suffered so much. I praise the Lord Jesus that He protected you and is still doing so. You have strong faith, and I admire that. God bless you.
Shalom shalom,
Pastora Cate
Thank you for your story. My V2K handlers were quiet for an hour and a half here!! Lol
I admire your ability to write it all down! That's quite the effort and it's much appreciated. I read it start to finish.