Anything about myself:

 

I was born in a small Village in Bavaria, in Germany. I had no easy childhood, went to school, in the same region, and learned motor - mechanic, for being able to earn money. In the years 1967 - 1987.

In the years 1988 - 1991, I worked In several firms and working aeras, also to do construction and installation fittings, too. I saw a large aera of  Germany until to France and Switzerland, where I workedtemporary. 

Afterwards, in the year 1992, I once again worked in Germany. Primary for building diary and cheese - factory equipments. I had a mix of internal and external working for nearly five years. Until I reached a point, I got same situations and accidents, which I had, when I was a child.. I stoped working, while doing some occasional jobs. To slow down my aktivities, while doing much Yoga and drinking much tea.

Until in the year 1997. I lost to work and living space, at all; minded as a kind of extraterrestrial commodity.

The locals and the officials stalked and denied myself for showingharmonie of vegetarian and natural live. And soon I was ousted from Allgäu in Bavaria to northern Germany. Where I realised that this accidents were no random happenings, in the year 2003. I stillnoticed, that i just had my neck broken twice, twice. When i wanted to take a bath in the eastern - sea. And the broken coccyx to be the naildrive - result, of these effects. I was powered out by hurts,  infections and wrong medications and shocking false therapies. Done to me by paedophile pannelists in the way as same as the attacks of the twin towers in NY. Suddenly there was nobody else, wanting to do real help. The doctors and officials denied, work employment agency was in fear of wastage... ; And so I lost next flat in Eckernförde. Than i sat six years like in a corner because I cant move my neck. Went to Berlin, because of quarrels in Hamburg, and spent about ten years without any financial  support, homeless. Until I reached Trier, after a walk from berlin over the Hartz - Taunus Landscape, along Rhein and Mosel, while Heino was going to sing in Wacken. It was a nice move. I enjoyed it. 

When I was a child, I wished to learn playing guitar. But my parents ordered an accordeon to me. I was playing for ca 4 years, learnd the notes. But I couldn't get warm with.

Later I bought first LP's from Kiss, BJH, AC/DC, Iron Mayden, andPink Floyd. While I was translating 'The Wall' under the schooldesk, I sheduled to myself: Next I'll write my own Songs, too.

I didn't realise, that the people I felt myself warned from thetranslation, are watching me everyday. Some from 1,5 m in front of my desktop. suddenly all the trouble starts as new, I got a smallerchildroom, where I was not able to do Homework at all. I flunked atRealschule Lindenberg, was put to Voluntary school and got to work until to drop. As recently as I got the chance to think off, I startet first trys to write Songs again. In the Year 1996.

I never really was asked, what Profession I would like to get. The Teachers said: " all who wants work in the big firm gets that case: Who wants to get salemen, gets that case. French and informatik is only for Salemen. All others need a trusty teacher or doctor.

I had not such trusty perons. I was hurt by them!

When I was child, I said: " Actor or better Stuntmen". At this point I tryed to fix my aims to Illustrator, but I couldn't express.

My parents was puting me to the Work employment agency. Nobody does speak, but only my parents. So I got motor-mechanik. i said: "Ok. I'll do. But only to be able to do fittings, to earn my own money.

Freetime i spent at an adventure-playground. Watchin jung boys and girls doing stupid and bad speach and things to each other. Util I got a girlfriend, doing stupid and bad things to me, from the others But that's an other tale, now.

At same time, when I was 16, I left pathfindership St. Georg without any comment. 

  On a nice early sommerday I abstained from Altar boy service for a funeral mass. I served nearly seven Years each week, although Iwas sneered for. But for this day I got reproved as if a deserting priest.

When I left the catholic church ( forever ), I asked the priest about the difference of catholic and bavarian; and what the word "catholic" does mean exactly. It allways reminded me to a cathode. Freindly he explained to me in a parable from a man, always smiled in the church. Who, when he was asked "why?"; allways sad: Im here, the Lord is here, too. He smiles at me and I smile back. "Thats catholic". Said the priest. And he said he's pleased, to have the pope, too. To tell him what's catholic and what's not quite so. Subsquently I told some People: "After what the Priest just told me, I think, there soon will be a bavarian pope". It was half to half and a quater year before the "Mea Culpa". When Mr. Ratzinger was pope I allready had been in northern Germany.

I continued working, riding my motorbike, played panflute, was doingYoga, meditation and vegetarian food; and joined esotericseminars, until I realised first times, that there was a break of coccyx and a near dead experience from an medicatet infection, whitch was not known exactly yet, one year ago. Whereafter I had a cup of himalayas tea.

When I drank Himalayas tea first times, I sat on my couch in yoga seat. I drank half a cup of it, and was calm, clear and relaxed. Suddenly I was in a kind of temple-room, with red courtain-light, and resplendend shining light from golden figurs. Outside I heard typical ratteling prayer weels. This noice was one reason for the following 'accidents'. Paedophile doctors are hunting this noice until yet.

I felt somebody to enter the room ( no I was not chatting, I had no computer ). Just I wanted to ask, where I am there. And just I saw me sitting on my couch, and realised, that I was sitting on my couch, yet. Perhaps I would have been allowed to stay a little bit longer without to ask anything. I felt well, and I had joined it. This was another reason for the pannelists, hunting myself from theyrinquisitivenes, since I've been a little child until today.

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   I lost mothers speach in fathers land.