Ghosts From The Past

Another  point that comes to mind is that as far back as I can remember I have  always been gripped by an inexplicable fear at the sight of a policeman.  Never having had any unpleasant personal dealings with the police force  in any country I have lived in, it is something quite irrational. It  had always puzzled me why I should feel that way, until one day, at the  time of working on this part of my jottings, I ‘chanced’ to look out of  the window. A policeman and a small boy were walking past my house and  chatting amicably to each other. The usual fear rose inside me and  suddenly I knew with great clarity that the scene before me contained a  message for me. But what?
Because the Universe loves us and wants  to show us the way, it is constantly sending us signals through our  environment *. This is very helpful when we appear to be stuck in  difficult situations, but the meaning of the message can be hard to  recognise. After some reflection I realised that in this case the  Universe was trying to help me face up to and come to terms with one of  my ghosts from the past. The incident I witnessed had nothing to do with  the fear of policemen but uniforms in general and the institutions they  represent. I hope that writing about it will help me release myself  from the darkness of the Gestapo memories and what they stood for, so  that in future I can see police officers as the friends and helpers they  truly are to law-abiding citizens.
But what was the Gestapo? The  Nazi regime, like any dictatorship, was nothing short of organised and  legalised terrorism. All societies contain dark elements and the German  ones in those days found many new outlets and this time with the  blessings of the state. One of the government’s most important tools was  the Gestapo, short for Geheime Staatspolizei or secret state police.  They had the power to arrest anyone at any time of day or night and that  for the flimsiest of reasons. Spreading fear was their main task and  no-one was safe from them. There was no way of getting away from their  menacing presence when they called for you. This organisation was  nothing less than a continuation of the Christian church’s long arm of  the Inquisition during the middle ages.
The party rallies were  another important aspect of the Nazi terror regime. With hindsight, it  is not hard to see that they were carefully staged and orchestrated, in  particular the ones in Nuremberg and the Olympic stadium in Berlin.  These rallies served several purposes. It was not only to strike terror  into the hearts and souls of other countries, but also into the German  people. They were a preparation for the coming experience of the  monstrous extermination machine our world had ever experienced, which  the Nazis created in the name of the German people. 
The newsreel  pictures of these events were intended to create the impression that  the German nation stood solidly behind its government. But that most  certainly was not true. As ever, a vocal minority controlled everything  and any opposition was swiftly and mercilessly silenced and stamped out.  Our street was a good example of this. It contained thirty odd homes  and most of them were occupied by young families with children. Our  house was No. 17, about halfway along. As far as I am aware, only one of  these families, the one next door to us, supported the party. They had  one little boy of our age, whom we used to call Nazi pig – sometimes to  his face. Naturally, the boy had anything to do with the party and I am  merely including this to show you how ordinary citizens of that time  felt. 
A widely held view seems to have existed abroad that Nazi  Germany was orderly and well organised. The Germans had been known for  these qualities in their administrations before the Hitler time and was  assumed by many that this continued in Nazi times. Quite the opposite  was true. The overall general administration of the Nazis was frequently  a mess. Yet, there was method in the madness and those at the top of  the organisation wanted it to be that way, because it ensured that the  people within it were constantly at each other’s throats. This created  the desired state of chaos and confusion in which the lower ranks within  the party never knew where they stood. 
 
The closer the end of  the war drew, the more the whole country resembled one gigantic  concentration camp. It certainly would have looked like that to neutral  observers. Large numbers of prisoners of war were kept inside the  country. At the time of preparing this part of my jottings, the book  ‘The Last Escape’ – the untold story of Allied prisoners of war in  Germany 1944-1945 by John Nichol and Tony Rennel came my way. The  following quote is from its preface: ‘How many prisoners of war were  there in Germany? Official documents are inconsistent in their estimates  of numbers, but it can be said with some – though not total –  confidence that in the middle of 1944 Germany was keeping within its  boundaries nine million prisoners of varying nationalities. It is a  staggering figure, hard to take in. Imagine the entire population of  Greater London held behind barbed wire.’ 
The suffering inflicted  by the Nazis to large parts of our world was incredible and the karmic  debt incurred by Germany through this, individually and collectively,  must be so immense that it would be folly to think that any one person  could hope to redeem and repay but the tiniest fraction of it. To my  mind, healing and forgiveness for those events, and similar ones that to  this day are happening in our world, can only be found through a better  understanding of the higher purpose behind humankind’s earthly  existence and that even trials of this nature are necessary to teach us  invaluable lessons. If my writings help someone somewhere to get a  better grasp of these things, it might count as a minute contribution  towards making good the debts incurred by the country of my birth for  this lifetime. Then my living would not have been in vain.
* Recommended Reading:
•    ‘Universal Guidance From The Environment’
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