Letter from Alfred October 2019

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Please note: Much has transpired in the relatively short time since this letter from Alfred was written. 2019/11/22/alfred-moving/ and /2019/11/17/update-on-alfred, on his latest trial and on his move to a different prison.



Dear Monika,

just got your letter from Oct 12 and your new address. I love the honour that my dear Pawlow gets. He’s such a wonderful companion and quite the jumper. Am I ever glad that I sent my telepathic line check out because now it would be too late. They would say the results have been fudged. Monika, no matter what short term inconveniences they may throw at us, they are conceding defeat. They are not the monolithic entity they like us to believe they are, and more and more of “them” are helping us. Since living in this fine guest house, I have been given 4 Jack Pot Lottery wins. No shit. I may have written you this already, but I’m so happy, I’ll say it again.

1) Thomas #1
2) Möne’s NY Speech
3) “Worst Case” 8.8.2019 Article
4) Thomas #2

All these things, they are beyond magic, they are gifts of God. I won’t delve into #1 & #4 too much right now, because “one should never touch running machine”. That’s an old Indian IBM saying.

What does all that tell us? Easy. We need to increase the pressure and step on it, full throttle. They keep helping us, but we must not slack off. The big vomit is coming. Believe me, that is why we are getting very good help, because the “insiders” want to be able to have on record: “Look, I helped you here, or here.” Of course, us being honourable people, we will not chop their head off if we are satisfied that what they present is, in fact, valid.

[…] A chosenite spokeswoman is pounding down on our Volkslehrer [his website here] She is one of these despicable sheep dogs, vile, ruthless, psychopathic.

[…] Here where I am in this lovely Hotel, I am in the “Eliten Gang” because of the special “Leonhard” Project… Of the course members, one is a Kenyan who has been in Germany since he was 5 years old, about 22 years or so. His ambition is to go back to Kenya and do politics when he is out of here, and he commented to me that big movements of people have always resulted in warfare. He understands. I told him that is absolutely right and we need people like him as our partners.

[…] The same about Naomi from Kenya. She was appalled that no European men have balls. She was totally flustered. Personally, I am 100% convinced that once enough of our people land with their face in the mud, they will remember how to fight in the mud and the blood and the beer. […] Love, or hate are sentiments with no value once these processes commence. What value did the Germans have who were butchered, by the score, only 80-85 years ago, by our racial brothers. Food for thought.


After starting this letter so much has happened and I let this letter rest while tending to other work. The most important being a long letter I just sent to JFH. [Jews for Hitler, videos here] You need to get a copy of it after he gets it. It is letter #5 to him. Remember your dream on Jan 2, 2018? Of course you remember that one. You talked about it at the breakfast table. One could say, Oh, that was just coincidence. But these coincidences are increasing. They are observable, not well understood events. We do not have to understand everything. In the letter to JFH, I wrote about one of these “telepathic” things that has to do with one of my very favourite new memes that I now use all the time. I’ll go straight to the meme here now bypassing the magic miracle way that it came about. It’s so simple that its almost stupid.

Its about butterflies. Every single butterfly that you have ever seen was once nothing but a caterpillar that was only concerned with crawling and eating. Crawling about, eating and crapping. Crawl and eat. Crawl and eat. During this phase, there is not a single one of these crawling things that can even imagine what its like to be a butterfly. Then after having crawled and eaten for long enough, an overpowering urge convinces them to find a sheltered little hideout and build a little prison cell for itself, an impenetrable secure little prison. A tiny little Gasthaus Gitterblick. Once they enter this transitional phase, there is no going back and every single cell in the old crawling eating thing follows a very strict set of rules, not democratic, not tolerant, but very disciplined and determined, and then after the “sentence” is served, out comes a butterfly. This butterfly never wastes a single thought about going back to being a crawling little eating worm type of entity. It can’t even imagine going back to that primitive state.


Monika, did you know that those people who still fall for the pathetic lies are not the stupidest people at all? They are only the second stupidest. The very stupidest are those who take the baton in this relay race, and run with it, thinking they get a prize at the finish line, when in fact the finish line is a cliff and at the bottom is hell and death. That is why, as the race comes to the end, the ones who take the baton are always stupider than the last ones who passed it on. That’s where expressions come from like “Die Letzten beissen die Hunde”. [The last ones are bit by the dogs]. How stupid do you need to be to take the baton now, and run with it, when there are huge numbers of cocoons developing into beautiful butterflies everywhere.

Knowing that in all time, traitors have always been dispatched when the tide turns. Whether their heads come off or they get stomped to death on the street, they always die.


Another simple calculation Monika. Lets get scientific now, OK. If you don’t care at all about your new shoes, or your new carpet, or not even your new best friends when they are right in front of you when you throw up, how much do you think that the earth’s human population will care about blots of toner on paper when the entire earth throws up on the eternal enemy of humanity? Because all of the laws that (((they))) make to protect themselves are, in the end, “blots of toner on paper”. After all, the child raper is not helped with “my penis hurts”.

[The “my penis hurts” meme is a reference to an earlier metaphorical story which Alfred had written in previous letters, and goes like this:

The Jewish Propaganda is comparable to a child molester who has been exposed, after he has raped every little girl in the neighbourhood, lying and lying about it, and then demanding compensation and pity because his penis is so sore from all the “work”.]

Do you think blots of toner will matter more than your new shoes?

Hey, I just thought of something I want to share with you, but first I want to draw you part of my shrine, my temple. The new addition is very pretty.


Uncle Adolf was a far far far better artist.

Do you recognize yourself in any of the above drawings? Its called modern art. You just don’t understand it. I’ll get my friends at the museum to pay 6,000,000 Shekels for it, out of your taxes. Then my friends at the newspaper will write about what a good deal it was for the museum. That the artist deserved a lot more. Then my friends at the other museum will pay 60,000,000 Shekels for it, and then my friends will write about how fair that was. I get 66% from every sale. I just realized, in my haste to make all those shekels, that I forgot 2 cards and had to add them in hindsight. With plenty of imagination, you may be able to visualize this 60,000,000 Shekel drawing. Don’t you think its worth at least the modest price paid by that museum?

[Note: Alfred might be making an indirect reference to one of my previous articles on this website called “The Degeneration of our Music and our Art: Who is Doing this to us, and Why?“, click on the link if you wish to view entire article, but below is a relevant excerpt.

[…] There was a great uproar in 1990 when the National Gallery of Canada purchased a piece called Voice of Fire by Jewish American Barnett Newman for $1.76 million (right-hand image above). It consisted of a huge canvas 18 feet tall and had a vertical red stripe in between two stripes of blue. That’s it. What kind of insanity was this, Canadians asked? Of course the “critics” made all their highfaluting statements about abstract expressionism, and if people didn’t like it well they just didn’t understand art.

So we are not allowed to trust our senses and our own ability to think. The pundits tell us this is “good” art, brilliant actually. But we are just too stupid to see it.


The insanity continues. Peter Simpson wrote in the Ottawa Citizen on July 31, 2014:

Recently, a senior member of today’s National Gallery personnel mentioned to me, off the record, that Newman’s Voice of Fire “is worth well over $40 million today.”(2).

Who says? And who would pay that? Some public gallery, in other words the taxpayer! Guided by the thought-leaders! And who are those thought-leaders?


back to Alfred’s letter:

Sorry, I got sidetracked here. More focus please. O.K., O.K. What I wanted to talk about was the relay race. When the race started, a long long time ago, the contenders would run as far as they could, making tons and tons of shekels as they ran, and would always pass the baton on to the next runner to continue. Slowly but surely, the projected finish line of World Domination and total eradication of all nay sayers, came into focus, and was something very different. In fact, even the baton changed its composition. It morphed from a magic wand that could put a spell on people and paralyze them with magic words such as “anti-semite”, “hollow cost denier”, “racist”, “hater”, into a stinking fish bone that could do nothing. And to make matters worse, the finish line was a cliff, and at the bottom, a pit of fire. If you did not get killed from the fall off the cliff, you would be stuck in a hell fire with no escape. With a stinking fish bone in your hand. A tunefish Grete.

The self proclaimed chosenites figure that if a shrunken head worked so well, why not a fish bone. The shrunken head made trillions of shekels, a fish bone is good for gazillions of shekels. They call it Greta Tunefish so we won’t notice, and lets see how the show goes. With the shrunken head the white people all hated the Krauts, aka Nazis, and with the fish bone, all the very young white people hate all the old white people, and will maybe kill them all. Then all the brown people can move in and have lots of fun.

Hey, too bad you can’t pop in to cheer and laugh at the next show. Starting soon! Yippeee, I got a leading role. I’m so happy.

dein kleiner Bruder [your little brother], Alfred.

P.S. I just reread your letter and wanted to say a few things. First of all I assume you got the telepathic line check letter. If not, I realized that you have the anti-devil in your corner, its hidden in plain sight [….]

A very good thing to remember in all of our dialogs with people is this: They have mixed huge amounts of poison lies in with the truth, making any truth seem silly mixed with all the lies. And also, we do not have to understand everything, and if there is a point of contention that has us locking our horns, we say: Lets agree to disagree on that and we will come back to this point when we have resolved the very obvious problems we all recognize, and when we have resources available and science with integrity, we will resolve that.

We cannot afford to repulse our people who are still very contaminated and struggling. They need to feel comfortable with our “radical” “views” and “opinions”. This “re-education” we have been subjected to is very deep and very lethal.

Think of truth as a single thread through time and space. As they took us away from this truth, they put lots of garbage on the other side of this thread in order to make it more difficult to ever land on this thread.

We are now getting closer and closer to what can be proven as being the truth. We do know that all the vaccine stuff they push now is to exterminate us slowly, and ever faster. That does not mean that there exists or has been a vaccine that actually didn’t do some good. I do not know, I’d like to see the science.

One thing I will say very clearly and I do not believe I will hear a single peep of resistance from you or Frank: I feel an ever growing revulsion for anyone who at all pretends that our world is OK and “they” will manage it all. A person who is over the age of about 12 years old is by nature responsible for what is happening around us, and someone not stepping up the plate and take responsibility is for me an asshole. Like […] their hearts have turned to stone. They are the walking dead. How do they look into the mirror and not vomit. When I see them, I see pathetic little dogs, licking, barking, and biting as programmed. They have learned what to hate, when to bark, and when to crawl and lick. Like little teachers pets. Everyone used to HATE teachers pets. Nobody ever respected teachers pets.

I’m so happy that you have landed where you are and am so looking forward to sitting around the campfire with y’all at your place. Hey Monika, isn’t it amazing what your little apology [Sorry Mom, I was wrong about the holocaust video transcript here] has accomplished in such a short time. How can anyone opt to play in the sandbox when life can be so exciting and meaningful? And its not over yet. All that so far was only the opening drumroll. Now come the bagpipes and so much more.

What do the zombies even talk about? Did ___ ever even read your NY speech Monika? [transcript here] Or did they not have time. Or was it “too heavy”. Did they ever comment on it? It was a historic speech Monika. It moved people. My Thomas #2 said: “Sensational!” You will eventually find out about this.

Alles Gute, Gott mit uns
1488 Alfred




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Hier stehe ich, Henry Hafenmayer, ehemaliger deutscher Lokführer. Ich kann dem Völkermord an meinem Volk nicht mehr tatenlos zusehen. Ich tue meine Pflicht. Ich tue was ich kann.

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