Helnwein and Scientology
Lies and Betrayal
by Peter Reichelt
Published by Brockmann and Reichelt
ISBN 3-923801-93-9
Already the dust jacket is a pleasure: it is a biting
scientology-related parody of the famous "Gabel" picture, by Gerhard
Haderer. I myself have read at least ten scientology-related books, so new books hardly bring anything new and are quickly skimmed.
This book, however, is different, because it presents scientology by means of
scientologist and his circle of vapors: the painter Gottfried Helnwein.
The story of a man who lied so much for so many years that all the beams in the courthouses should have bent.
But he got away with it, and even recruited supporters from the press, television and politics, who helped him as the poor persecuted of the fanatical sect hunters.
No matter what evidence the critics brought - he simply denied it.
Documents were presented as forgeries, name entries in
scientology lists were denied. For Helnwein, if necessary, two
plus two was five or three. This went well for a while, because not
every critic had the overview; but then everything collapsed when
he lost a lawsuit against two critics. Nevertheless, he continued to deny
everything and his willing helpers helped him. On the Internet
a number of clues had already appeared on the Internet; but now a
overwhelming amount of evidence in a *single* book.
This evidence are not only publications of scientology itself,
but many letters in Helnwein's own handwriting. This should cause
quite a bit of confusion among scientologists. Rumor has it that
scientology spokeswoman Sabine Weber is already completely desperate,
fears for her own future.
In contrast to authors who, out of anticipatory obedience, do not even mention names
that everyone in the "scene" knows, Reichelt names horse and rider
and prints the proofs black on white, and if it must be, even
even Helnwein's signature on a painting is strongly enlarged,
making the telltale "OT" sign appear, the "T" in the "O".
The book proves how Helnwein has been a scientologist for a quarter of a century
and that he has reached the OT5 and CL4 levels.
He joined Scientology in 1972; from 1974 to 1977 he directed the Center for Art and Communication, a kind of "Celebrity Center" in Vienna. Then he kept more in the
background; in 1985, Helnwein started a kind of "secret" Celebrity Center in his castle at Burgbrohl.
Even Hubbard's son Arthur was a guest for almost a year.
In the 90's he didn't want to know about it anymore: he was not a scientologist, was never one.
had only done "a few courses"; those who printed something else, got a lawsuit on his neck.
The money "donated" by him and his wife Renate for "just a few courses" is estimated at
EURO 1.000.000.
The defendants could not have known that Helnwein had written to a scientology
functionary with "Dear Terminal". Since our fax may be intercepted, in the future I want to receive all
Comm only via the OSA computer".
It is to be hoped that prosecutors will buy this book, read it, and then prosecute Helnwein and his aides, Helnwein and his helpers for continued trial fraud.
The book was written in part in collaboration with ex-scientologist
Martin Ottmann, who helped to evaluate documents and organizational structures.
and organizational structures. (Martin appeared on the WDR program, and writes
occasionally in alt.religion.scientology). Peter Reichelt himself does not belong
not part of the "critic scene", but was from 1987 to 1993 Helnwein's
advisor and agent. This also makes the book special.
In addition to documents from Helnwein, television, courts and from the Internet
there are also facts that have not been known before: a raid in Austria, Hubbard's cooperation with Leni Riefenstahl, a conviction of Dietmar Schönherr ("Raumschiff Orion"), speculations about
the cause of Helnwein's hair loss, a high scientology credit of Bernhard "Roncalli" Paul, a gentleman from the Federal Post Ministry, a sad letter from Carl Barks, and a
STASI-like report by Helnwein about the girlfriend of an artist-colleague.
© Tilman Hausherr - 1997
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