In the mid-seventies she worked in the nightclub "Trader vic's" in the hotel "Bayerischer Hof" Millions worship her name daily. A magazine devoted solely to her is published in fourteen languages. Suma Ching Hai works as a guru and is en route on a worldwide holy mission.
In the mid-seventies she worked in the nightclub "Trader vic's" in the hotel "Bayerischer Hof" Millions worship her name daily. A magazine devoted solely to her is published in fourteen languages. Suma Ching Hai works as a guru and is en route on a worldwide holy mission.
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In the mid-seventies she worked in the nightclub "Trader vic's" in the hotel "Bayerischer Hof" Millions worship her name daily. A magazine devoted solely to her is published in fourteen languages. Suma Ching Hai works as a guru and is en route on a worldwide holy mission.
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A Buddha by the name of Wallenstitter
Believe it or not: a far-eastern holy woman began her
career in the hotel “Bayerischer Hof.”
by Nanouk Wilmer
Charming. She was very charming. Industrious also. Always
industrious, always hard-working. And tiny, quite diminutive.
“and yet also so...”--her former boss spread his hands and tapped
with his fingertips.
++80 improbably bubbly.” Wild. Although
it was twenty-two years ago, he remembers well the young waitress,
who made such an impression on the people of Munich.
‘The waitress worked her way up to the top. Millions worship her
name daily. A magazine devoted solely to her is published in
fourteen languages. She runs her own restaurant chain and fashion
label. She decribes herself as “the key to God.” Blessed is all
that she touches. Her old socks cost four hundred dollars--per
sock. Suma Ching Hai works as a guru and is en route on a
worldwide holy mission. It all started in Munich.
In the mid-seventies she worked in the nightclub “Trader
Vic's" in the hotel “Bayerischer Hof.” It was a Polynesian-style
bar, with teak and wooden figures on the walls. Little umbrellas
with Chinese symbols for luck decorated the drinks. Hue Dang Thi
Than Thacker, as she was then called, was twenty-two, had been
living for a short while in Germany and was dating Francois,
another Bartender. Never again has he met someone like her,Frangois Germain says today. “Hue could involve complete
strangers in conversations that lasted for hours, although at that
time she couldn’t speak German very well.” she could fill a room
simply with her presence. Meanwhile she filled lecture halls.
Welcome, mistress of the blue ocean--“Welcome, Suma Ching Hai” it
Says on the purple banner above the stage. One of her rare visits
to Europe. In the conference room of the University of Uxbridge
in London a thousand people sit on folding chairs. Although no
one speaks aloud, because the master does not like it, there is an
atmosphere of muffled hysteria.
Until the door opens. First, appear the two bodyguards, who
will not move for the length of the lecture. Then--the crowd
roars--she enters: in a white costume [dress/suit] and light blue
tights. On fifteen centimeter high stiletto heels she walks
through the room, [s]plashes along the way to the front the
shoulders of those sitting along the edge and walks up to the
podium, in the middle of which a snow-white sofa waits for the
master. She flops down on the pillows and hits the microphone, so
that the loudspeakers blare. The room is still now. “Okay, here
I am.". She speaks English with a Vietnamese accent. . “And?
What’s up? What do you want to know from me?" Today the master
will answer questions--although the master does not love
questions, and that is why it is normally forbidden to speak to
the master. Only today is it not forbidden--but today no one
dares. “Has anyone seen a good film recently, hm?” she asks. “I
saw Mr. Bean.” she says immediately, because no one answers.
“very funny. Very, very funny. Does anyone know the Mr. Bean
film?” Hesitatingly, a disciple raises his hand. “Well, afterall,” the master says, “I like Mr. Bean because he looks like me.”
Amused, she snorts in the microphone. “Just joking, hm? I don’t
look like Mr. Bean. How does your master look? Well, come on,
how?” She waves her right hand encouragingly. “Ahh!” rings out
in the room instead of an answer. A woman in the first row cries
with feeling. Suma Ching Hai giggles and on her face appears that
mysterious asymmetrical grin that belongs only to the master.
She is unable to move the left half of her face--the result of
becoming paralyzed as a child. She has never said much about it.
She is also a master of keeping silent about certain things. only
a few know that she was born in the year 1952 in South Vietnam.
That when she was eighteen she married an English engineer by the
name of Thacker, who was stationed in Vietnam. That she followed
him to Sheffield in South England, where she gave birth to a
child. And that in 1972 they were both in an automobile accident,
in which Hue was badly injured and Thacker lost his life. while
Hue lay in the hospital, her mother-in-law deprived her of the
right to care for her daughter.
Hue left England and moved to Paris, so as, as she says, “to
improve my French.” She learned it in various hotels and
pensions, where she worked as a cleaning lady and maid. In 1975
she came to Munich. After a year in the nightclub “Trader Vic's”
she and her boyfriend Frangois opened their own bar/restaurant.
“But she didn’t like the job,” Frangois Germain remembers: “Every
day she had a new idea, how she could become famous as a fashion
designer, as a singer, as a poet or as a model.” Hue tried her
luck as an extra. In the feature film Flitterwochen [Honeymoon]
by the director Klaus Lemke she had, after all, a bedroom scenewith Wolfgang Feirek and Dolly Dollar. That was not her last film
appearance.
In her more than one hundred videos there is one star--herself.
All appearances of the master are videotaped and sold to the
disciples. At her London appearance stand two of the sect’s own
cameramen in front of the stage. One zooms straight into the
crowd. In the back rows a woman who is about forty-years-old
stands up. On her [low] neckline burns a red spot that, as she
speaks, slowly spreads to her chin. “Master. I ask on account of
my husband. His third eye is kaputt [broken].” The master taps
herself between the eyebrows--there, where her disciples believe
the invisible eye is. During a strictly private initiation it was
opened for them. Now they see during their daily meditation
Buddha, Christ, and as they are all called. The belief in Suma
Ching Hai makes all gods and prophets the same. “My husband gets
headaches when he meditates,” the woman stammers, “he can’t sleep
in bed next to me anymore. And also not any longer with me. 1
don’t know what to do, Master.”
The master closes her left eye. She says: “That is serious.
Does he have a job in which he has to think a lot?” The woman
shakes her head. Well, after all. Too much thinking is bad,” the
master says. She takes a mineral water bottle from the table next
to the couch, unscrews the cap, and peers into the bottle. “Maybe
we have a little magic drink, hm?” The master dips her index
finger into the liquid and screws the cap back on. “Okay. Rub a
little bit of the water on his forehead every day and pray to some
god, yes? The pains will go away, okay?” ‘The woman stares at the
master. “Here. There, take. For you.” Applause. The womanstands up, stumbles, meanwhile turkey-red, to the mistress’s lace-
covered sofa and picks up the half-liter bottle of volvic. The
cameraman follows.
Hue had not had any formal experience with religion, says her
former boyfriend Frangois Germain. Hue discovered Buddhism rather
by chance--as a possibility to make social contacts. Since she
began living in Munich, she had tried to make contact with the
Vietnamese community.
The then leader of a Buddhist student group (“Please do not
reveal my name, I do not want any trouble with her.”) remembers an
obtrusive woman, who always grabbed the microphone at student
meetings. She called herself Ching, sang Vietnamese pop songs and
recited her own love poems. It was embarrassing. Allegedly she
also wanted to study Buddhism--in reality she was after our men.
In 1978 Hue worked as an interpreter in the Munich-Allach
Vietnamese refugee camp. Here she was better received than she
had been by the arrogant students. A then colleague, a woman
doctor named Dr. N, describes her as “kind, but a little bit
crazy. A constantly chattering, much too colorful, almost
ordinarily dressed person, she took care of her countrymen and at
the same time was equipped with a sure sense of theatricality.
Hue literally gave the refugees the clothes off her back. Her
dedication/commitment became apparent: Soon she was a boardmember
of the refugee home. After an “excursion to the zoo with
Prominent individuals” her picture even appeared in a women’s
magazine. In the photo Hue stood between two prominent people:
Petra Schiirmann and Rex Gildo. “I believe that was and is the
most important thing for her,” says the doctor, “that she mingleswith truly famous people. For that she would give away all the
money she has.”
“Master!” someone calls from the crowd in the London conference
xoom, “Master, what was the reason for the gift of millions of
dollars to Bill Clinton?” The master stops short, looks across
the room to see who has spoken, apparently not a member. Then she
hits the table. “What’s the idea of bringing that up?” Now she
is sour. One can understand her annoyance, because the story with
the most powerful man in the western world had begun well. In
1996 a sect member named Charlie Trie worked as a fundraiser for
Clinton. Trie was an old acquaintance of the president from
Little Rock, Arkansas, where he owned a restaurant at which the
Clintons enjoyed dining. rie told Suma Ching Hai about the
Clintons’ financial needs, of their debts from the trials
concerning the Whitewater real estate scandal and the sexual
harassment lawsuit. The master decided to help the President of
the United States--with six hundred checks for a over a thousand
dollars each, allegedly donated from American members of the sect.
It became a scandal when it turned out that the checks were
successively numbered and had each been filled out in the same
handwriting. Moreover, many of the donors were too poor to spare
even a hundred dollars. So wurde nichts aus der milden Gabe.
[So nothing would become of the charitable donation.]
“I want to say something to you all,” called the mistress, "I
could have met Clinton recently, but to what purpose? I thought
that after the election he would help the Vietnamese refugees.
But he has not.”
Ever the master. Her appearances at refugee camps are7
famous. Her ambitious project is connected with the boat people:
She wants to buy land with which Vietnamese refugees can found a
new state. Many Asian politicians have therefore met with her,
among others the dictator’s widow Imelda Marcos, allegedly a close
acquaintance of the master. “For what purpose do I need Clinton?
I have more money than he. Much more!”
For twenty years Hue’s world was much smaller. In the Munich-
Allach refugee camp she met her second husband, who worked there
as a doctor. Hue now had the last name Wallenstatter and was
unbelievably proud of her husband's title as doctor. The
Wallenstatters lived in Obermenzing. Hues altar stood in the
living room. She was now a practicing Buddhist. In addition she
rehearsed her first public appearances. She taught vegetarian
cooking at the Munich Volkshochschule [adult evening classes].
Rudolf Wallenstatter thinks back with fondness on his “lovely
time” with Hue: “We often had guests, but it actually didn’t
matter who came, in the end she [Hue] was always the center.”
In 1982 Hue shaved her head, burned in effigy her
conversion smoked candles on her head. Her master, one of
the most famous Buddhists in Germany, had found her worthy of
being ordained a monk. “I had many students. She worked
seriously. No one could foresee what she would become.” Tiech-
Nu-Dien, today the abbot of the Buddhist Pagoda in Hannover,
sometimes feels as if he must apologize for his former pupil. He
didn’t know that Hue also looked around in the esoteric
scene. The German middle class had just discovered the New age.
Here Hue made an acquaintance that changed her life.
One day a German married couple appeared in the Wallenstatterapartment. Both were emissaries of the Indian guru Thakar Singh.
Singh was a former government employee who had declared himself a
follower of the Sikh leader Kirpal Singh and wore a Rauschebart [a
long, flowing beard?}. He predicted the imminent end of the world
and taught the Shabd Yoga, a type of meditation through which the
third eye is opened. In addition, he had many German admirers and
supporters, among whom was Gerda Achternbusch, the ex-wife of the
German filmmaker. Years later Singh attained a certain fame when
a television report about the guru accused him of raping his
female followers during meditation sessions and even of murdering
one of them. In addition, in his Ashram in New Delhi he forced
hundreds of small children to take part in twenty-hour-long
meditations with the goal of creating “deified humans.” Hue
should, so her German representatives recommended, become Thakar
Singh’s student. That was the big chance.
As in every public appearance, the master uses the show at the
University in London to intitiate a few new disciples, among whom
are two small Vietnamese boys, a six-year-old and a seven-year
old. An employee of the master will lead the two to a side room
and cut their thumbnails. Then they must swear to inform no
outsiders of the details of the ritual. Otherwise a terrible,
perhaps deadly punishment is in store for them.
According to the will of the Master that should be the most
beautiful day of a new life. One thing is certain: It [the day]
will have consequences. First the Master removes bad karma; then
the employee will teach the disciples to hold their thumbs in
their ears and their fingers before their eyes while reciting the
mantra, “Namo Ching Hai wu Shang Shi” (I revere the very highestq
master Ching Hai), until they feel the “Guanyin,” the inner godly
stream of sound.
The psychologists Gabriele Niebel and Reiner Hanewinkel
described in a testimonial from the University of Kiel in 1997 the
consequences of these extreme forms of meditation. The endless
repetition of a mantra has the sole intention of interrupting the
natural stream of thought and isolating the mind from the outside
world. This arrest of thought stimulates the cerebral cortex in
the way in which it is stimulated during states of dreaming and
can lead to hallucinations/delusions, and in grave cases even to
epilepsy-like states and total loss of reality.
Findings that the master regards as nonsense. Two million
disciples see it the way she does: They meditate two and half
hours a day and manicure their thumbnails once a week. For their
entire lives they follow the commandments of the master: no
stealing, no lying, no killing. No meat, no drugs, no sexual
indecency. The Ching-Hai-Religion, so writes the evangelical
Berliner Dialog, counts worldwide as one of the fastest growing
cults. Berlin, Diisseldorf, Hamburg, and Munich already have Ching
Hai centers.
In Fall 1982 Hue explained to her husband that she would go
“forever in homelessness”--that meant to Singh. He tried to get
her back, Rudolf Wallenst&tter says. He went to New Delhi; he
hardly recognized Hue anymore: “She looked terrible, she was
haggard, and her hair was a complete mess, but she said she was
doing well. She would learn a lot. She left me standing in the
street.
Hue stayed with Thakar Singh for a year. Subsequently she10
went to America, and from there to Asia. She was now Singh's
representative and gave lectures in his name. one must imagine
the teaching and wandering years as the development of a star
performer, says Willi Réder, one of the few cult experts in
Germany who have concerned themselves closely with the Ching Hai
Phenomenon. “She tours through the provinces and meets her
public. Disciples, as she herself once was. People, who search
for subjugation. She notices that the disciples do everything for
her. She learns how to use them. Until it is at some point time
for the really big show.”
In 1986 it is time. Hue turns up in Taiwan. She gives up
Buddhism and has herself christened with the name Suma Ching Hai.
Then she makes herself independent with her own religion. Her
doctrine, Taoism, Christianity, and Buddhism used as a collection
of quotations, and her meditation methods, which she borrowed from
the Indian guru Singh, she spreads throughout all of Asia.
After a tax incident she turned her back on her chosen home
of Taiwan. She lives, although as of now not very many people
have seen it, in a tent in changing locations.
On her snow-white sofa at the University in London the master
tells meanwhile of Jesus, who--like she herself--merely abided by
God's direction. “It is exactly the same as with Buddha, yes?”
she says, “therefore some people also say Buddha to me. As far as
I’m concerned, you can call me what you want. But seriously--do I
look like him? Like Buddha? I don’t have a bald head, I’m not so
fat, hm? Hm? I’m better looking. Much better, no?”