Friday, March 14, 2014

Windswept House

Wow, is Fr. Malachi Martin's roman a clef about satanism in the Vatican great Lenten reading or what? I found the key linking the fictional names to actual people online at Traditio. Many are transparent enough without the key. Martin said 85% of the characters were real. A supposed confidant of popes and exorcist, he was also convincingly exposed as a leaker during Vatican II, in the pay of non-Catholic interests.

Malachi Martin continued to sound a warning about the Church's supernatural troubles to the end. He was killed -- if you believe the conspiracy theorists (and why wouldn't you?) -- under suspicious circumstances.

Who was Malachi Martin? A double-agent who had a change of heart when he saw the damage to the Church? A weathervane that blew in whatever direction the money came from? Or just an old fashioned humbug? The Bear suspects the latter, but has never been able to make up his mind.

1 comment:

  1. Well, Fr. Martin seems, at the very least (and "the very least" is currently all I know of him), to have been a person who possessed a great feeling for language and a deep and and restless imagination. I first encountered his name when, a few years back, I was searching for any rapturous description of gothic cathedrals that might be lurking on the Internet. I happened upon a gorgeous, but unattributed, bit of prose that I wish I'd saved for a rainy day. Anyway, I sent out a general request for attribution, and eventually a fellow denizen of the Catholic pre-blogosphere identified the author as Malachi Martin. I've never rediscovered that beautiful piece of writing, but have managed to find this fragment of alliterative euphoria attributed to Fr. Martin:

    “A central design extending in curved angular, straight patterns that in turn generate stars within circles, squares within stars, flowers and fruit and beads linked by fragile stems and stout columns and intertwining twigs that flow into Arabic lettering and double back to rejoin and repeat the central design. Color, rhythm and form tumble and twine in symmetries leading to the asymmetrical. Visual and tactile traceries taper into invisible tracks and then reappear in further traceries. Semicircles bud unexpectedly from the sides of squares. Curves interrupted by jagged points flow into empty spaces, to reappear beyond in aery ellipses as in epigrams of mystery.”

    Now I'm freaking out ever so slightly, as this apparently is from a book Fr. Martin wrote called "The New Castle" -- which of course calls to mind the title of St. Teresa of Avila's great work, which you have just mentioned in another post.

    Stop messing with my mind.


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