h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Austria, april 2008.

A house(a former atom-bomb-shelter at streetlevel), with secretly created bunkers below the floor and the garden.
Not one bunker, not two, but three. Very deep down, so deep, that any cry out of despair could never be heart at streetlevel.

A daughter who suddenly "disappears", while she is in that graveyard of cement.
Rape, beatings, threads, dehumanization, madness, sheer hell, artificial light, no fresh air, in prison and knowing that no one knows it, except "He".
"Being on your own, like a complete unknown"
Sheer hell
Baring children of your father.
The dead child was burned down in the backyard by the King of Hell.
His wife was doomed wanting not to know, while drinking coffee with a biscuit and watching TV about their missing child.

USA April 2008.
Today I saw at U-Tube about 15 video's about the Mormon sect that's been visited by the police in the USA these days, also about incest.

A woman could only get into heaven, if she married a mormon man at the campus ,who have a total different "agenda" than the brainwashed women.

I just cried. It is so sick, so sick. Burried alive, women and children in the madness of the safe haven of a sect.

Only a few women left the guarded(!) compound and took the long and winding road of sectarian-detox.
One woman at a video wrote a book about her specific life in that specific sect.

http://www.amazon.ca/Escape-Carolyn-Jessop/dp/0767927567

To see and hear her gave me hope.


Religion and familylife as shelter of rape, incest and death.
I happen to know, what incest caused in my own life.
Leaving the “shelter” took me almost a life time.

The “shelter” of sectarian religion, or the “shelter” of “an exclusive destination” within a family can make a human being so small, that he/she doesn’t have the slightest idea of the content of “I”, or “Me”.


These days there is a huge momentum about child abuse, while I’m also deeply impressed by the brainwash of the female sectmembers.
Quote; “It’s our duty to be SWEET for our husbands. That way we’ll end in heaven.
We say to each others (women); “keep sweet, keep sweet”.

Yes, “keep sweet, keep sweet” = keep running and running and running so you don’t have to feel your absolute despair and anger, because one doesn’t have the slightest hope that ányone could be trusted and could be of any help.

Isolation is the devils playgarden.
Isolation creates isolation that creates isolation.
It’s a strangling chain that takes a life on its own and most never experience freedom.


Most to blaim around the world?
Men of my age, about 50 or older.
Manipulating a younger generation with black and white thinking ánd a clear highway to heaven?!

Parasites of mankind who suck at the feelings of hope in any young generation.

"Don't you want to become a hero like Bin Laden?!" an old man said to a boy of nine years old who wanted to travel back to his parents and not remain at the campus for religious education in Indonesia 2006
"I just want to go home" the boy said.
The man took control over him and the boy did stay.
I'm sure that a couples of years later the boy does not have the slightst idea of the word "I" who wanted to go home..........

http://nl.youtube.com/watch?v=jJAvqc5u9KM

I can't bear to watch the news at the moment and yesterday his face was on every newspaper. And Saturday, my birthday, we have the "first anniversary" of missing Maddie.

Policeofficers who feel offended when they get questions about possible mistakes in these 24 years.
"He was a perfect organizer".

Policeofficers who feel offended when they get questions about
the number of peoples who might have commited this brutal,beastly crime.
"No, only one person has done this. Only one person. Absolutely sure".

To me; typical bourgeois reflexes; a defending attitude instead of a researching one.

The baker next door is open.
The baker answers questions, while selling.

Male children in that Mormon compound were expelled when they became
sexually mature.
In that position - sexually mature - they would become rivals of the old and dirty.
If an old and dirty wanted to have hundred seventy wives (which happened at another Mormon compound, according to Carolyn Jessop,
it's easy to figure out how many boys need to be "written off".
Indeed, hundred sixty nine.

All these boys during the existence of these noisiness communities, were expelled without any announcement and being outside the gates,
No one, not any person, looked after them and no one knows where and how these boys all ended. Probably in prisons, dope houses, prostitution and adult movies industry. It is known, that in the pornography industry many ex-members of sectarian families found their new "home" and probably they were even better off as companions in adversity outside "the gates" that surrounds every sectarian heaven.

"If this is heaven, I want to be in hell" I again remember an ex-member saying.

What almost kills me is the "given fact" of the widespread of it all, the hyper-organisation and the long chain of years it all can exist and is allowed to exist.

Quote; "Former captive Natascha Kampusch has offered her support after hearing the story of a man who imprisoned his daughter for 24 years, fathering her children.
Miss Kampusch was forced to live in a cell for eight years after being abuducted at the age of 10. She escaped in August 2006."

Her first interview at the BBC in relation also to the new drama in april 2008 Austria.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/7374324.stm

http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/newsnight/2008/04/wednesday_30_april_2008.html

Natasha Kampuchea (19) also speaks about the relation of "national socialism" and crimes like this one in april 2008.

She says that National Socialism gave women an inferior place, in combination with an authoritarian parenting by the fathers.

Makes a lot of sense to me.
This comment also shows why Natasha went to a school (before "her" kidnapping) for extremely talented children.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7374965.stm

Re-traumatized these days, looking backwards.
I didn't know,I was that important to have enemies at HG.
Maybe it's part of the new status culture in our days of enemies.

Time will go on.
So do I.

Now, when the dust has landed on the ground about the news of horror in Austria one can read the first analysing of Austrian daily life.
I call it the "Grüss Gott" culture as it is in my view also in Switzerland en Southern Germany.

I agree with the "enfant terrible" of the Austrian establishment, "that behind the doors in Austria there is a "hotbed of all kinds of neuroses".

When I saw the interview by the BBC with Natascha Kampusch last week about her own daily life and her comments about this new incident, she was reacting with a lot of wisdom and intelligence.

Still, I slowly get the impression she starts to clean up her history and presents it as "something that will never disappear in my life", while it's just 24 months ago after eight years in a cell under the floor. When I see her glossy website and hear that she starts with her own TV show in Austria in september, I'm afraid that unconsciously
she anticipates the "Grüss Gott" culture that wants such horror incidents to be polished away as soon as possible.

That kind of reflex also came into my mind when I saw the prime minister of the Austrian cabinet almost yelling with a microphone in his hand that "we do not want to be hijacked by the cruelty of just one man!!"
Why was he shouting, what had to be defended?

The reactions of the neighbourhood where it all happened, showed more wisdom to me, by collectively going out on the street, with candles, not only to mourn ,"but to show that we, as a community, live our private lives too isolated from each other. There is too little social contact in our daily lives".

Carolyn Jessop ,reading a chapter at an audience from her own book;


http://fora.tv/2007/12/05/Carolyn_Jessop_on_her_Escape_from_the_FLDS

Today I said in public, with permission of those around me, a final goodbye to my "mother".

Well, I spoke my female therapist yesterday. She knows me now for about ten years.
She is very skilled and open and sensitive.
I told her that this time I had someone with me.
"Oh, she said, "let her in. She's welcome".
"She doesn't live anymore".
"Ah, in such a way".
"Can I put a chair here for her?"
"Yes, go ahead".
I told her what I'd seen at the news as described in the article above and that it reminded me sharply about my own childhood. It was a unique experience, but in the first site it seems romantic, and after a few seconds and thoughts, a horror becomes visible. A horror with far greater power than oneself has.

Now there was a momentum and I tried to keep it with me for this session.
I asked permission to talk to "my mother" in "her chair" and she gave it.

I concentrated a 20 seconds and started to talk in a penetrating, accusing way.
Sometimes I repeated myself, but I didn't care, because I wanted to start feeling a very strong and sharp anger in me about her.
I don't know how many minutes she suddenly said; "I think its better that you do stop now" and the other words I cannot recall, because I was very disappointed that she interrupted me. I'd never expect that from her. Most probably it was a practical limit, because she expected me to evaluate what I'd done.
Well, I did not have much to say about it.

After some practical things she asked me; "would you still like to say to your mother?"
"No, I better don't, because now I'm running out of time and with such stress, etc."

She understood and I left.

Slowly, very slowly, I do feel something some contentment about it, because some of "the momentum" was present at the meeting, while I had shared it in public and that was a unique experience, although I've told my family stories to my friends, but that's something different than a "momentum" of emotions, powers and borders.

If I had had more time I would have ended with;
You have destroyed my childhood and my life.
Get out of my life, woman.

Then I would have opened the door for "her" and smashed it after that.
Than the circle would be complete.

Now I suddenly got awake last night and I did what I just described in my own apartment.
It's O.K.