Saturday, January 2, 2016

The Mighty Father Malachi Martin

Several years ago, I read Windswept House by Father Malachi Martin for the first time.  At the time I mentioned his books to some of my devout Catholic friends.  They referred to him as a conspiracy theorist.  Since that time I have decided the only accurate response to the use of ‘conspiracy theorist’ as a pejorative is, “People do conspire.”

I was shocked by the opening scenes of Windswept House.  A group of Cardinals and others arrange the enthronement of Satan in St. Peter’s Basilica on the feast of Saints Peter and Paul by holding two concurrent satanic masses, one in America, and the other in the Basilica, connected by a phone line.  It struck me as outrageous at the time.  Surely this was an exaggerated fantasy, a literary device, to emphasize the problems of the Universal Church.

But when the images of evil and destruction were projected onto Saint Peter’s this week, I felt certain that Father Martin knew more than I was willing to accept. He was one of the few allowed to read the entire Third Secret of Fatima by Saint Pope John XXIII. He once said in an interview that 85% of his novels were real events.  Every day, news coming out of the Vatican confirms that statement.  If we want to know how Catholics got to this point, we need to rehabilitate Father Martin’s writings and see him for the whistle blower he was.

In this series of articles, I will demonstrate Father Martin’s accuracy by comparing current events in the church with statements he made in his 22 lengthy interviews with Bernard Jansen.  The transcripts of these interviews are available in pamphlets from Triumph Communications.  You can also order cassette tapes and CD format.  The interviews were conducted in 1991.  I will begin with the first interview, Catholicism Overturned.

“It’s the best PR job ever done.  He (Satan) doesn’t exist, but please kill the babies before they’re born.  Please establish a third way of life.  It’s human rights.  Homosexuals have the same rights as heterosexuals.  Please make homosexual marriage acceptable.  Please use contraceptives because it will benefit all mankind if we limit population.  It doesn’t matter if the people in East Timor are being killed off by the Indonesians.  It doesn’t hurt us.  He’s everywhere!  He is producing this demand for this reason and tolerance and a non-fanatical outlook.  Every man is his own law and every conscience is its own guide.  This is the best PR job going.  But the devil, the old figure with horns, a dirty tail, yellow eyes, and dirty books under his arm, hiding behind the bushes saying, “Come on over and I’ll show you some sin,”?  Oh no, that’s myth.  That’s superstition.  It always was.” (Catholicism Overturned, 3)

Father Martin was an exorcist.  His book, Hostage to the Devil, recounts five exorcisms in which he took part.  It was published in 1975.  His knowledge of the infiltration of evil in our world, particularly the Catholic Church, was extensive.  He fought it head-on.

The single paragraph above shows the depth of infiltration into the minds of contemporary men and women.  In 1990, the number of abortions in the U.S. peaked at 1,608,600, according to the Guttmacher Institute.  The CDC reported a slightly smaller number; 1,429,247.  The abortion rate has continued to decline since that time, but a part of that must be attributed to the changing population.  Abortion had been legal since 1973, meaning that 18 year olds in 1991 had never lived in a world without abortion.  They had never known a world without the legal protection of the satanic sacrifice of the murder of children in the womb.  Abortion was normalized. 

The gradual drop in the numbers of abortions since that time can be attributed, at least in part, to the fact that there are some of those 18 year olds who we killed in the womb.  Father Martin saw this evil for what it was.  Rather than giving food to the starving, we gave them abortions and birth control.  The U.S. still had laws in place that would not allow the funding of abortions through the government until the Obama administration, but Father Martin’s view was always international.  The UN has been promoting a funding abortion since 1969 through the United Nations Fund for Population Activities.  Participants in that fund were some of the moving forces behind the abominable light show at the Vatican on the Feast o the Immaculate Conception.

This initial claim, like so many made by Father Martin reflects more on the absence of priestly leadership and denunciation of pro-abortion politicians.  Father says the reason for this is a withdrawal of sanctifying grace that comes from whole parishes, and even dioceses, that have no validly ordained priests or bishops.  If that was true in 1991, it may be truer today.

“I will lose my faith if I commit any major sin often enough.  Now many parishes do not have the sacrifice of the Mass.  They have no Mass at all.  They have a charade of a Mass.  In that case, there is no sanctifying grace.  Then they lose all light.  This parish loses its supernatural light and constantly does the wrong thing.  The parish goes in various directions, pushed by error, bad judgment, and people who have no faith.  That parish will be pushed by Satan.  That is the terrible devastation of the church.”  (The Eternal War, 54)

This brings us to his second point about the satanic problem of homosexuality.  In my experience in the 1980’s, most homosexuals were still relatively closeted.  AIDs was considered a ‘gay disease’ and the majority of the US population still considered it an aberration, even if the cultural slide had begun.  Father Martin had been seeing the cultural shift through the lens of an exorcist, one who dealt a great deal with priests.  His novels, detail the homosexual influence in the priesthood.  Any Catholic going to Mass at that time probably saw the problem, but the culture at large hadn’t completely shifted.  Yet.
In 1993, the film Philadelphia, starring Tom Hanks, helped to normalize and create sympathy for the plight of homosexuals, particularly those suffering from AIDs.  The film elevated some common LGTBQ lies; about the hospital staff who wouldn’t allow his ‘partner’ to visit, about the ‘evil’ revulsion felt by his colleagues and his own attorney at the homosexual way of life.  The character Tom Hanks played became the image of sacrificial suffering, while suing those who ‘persecuted’ him. 

In Windswept House, which really should be required reading, one of the characters is sent to uncover homosexual practices in seminaries, while another is sent to uncover satanic covens that involve priests.  I really thought that this was part of the 15% that was fantasy in the novel when I read it the first time, but that no longer seems possible.  The sexual abuse scandals have, in some respects, opened the closet, but there are more hidden inside.  In news today (12/13/2015), a parish in New York has been begging Cardinal Dolan for the removal of a homosexual priest who is known to have a lover and to host drug fueled parties.  At this writing, the New York Daily News is reporting that Rev. Peter Miquel has resigned from St. Francis de Chantel Parish.  Is he alone in this?  I doubt it.

The problem that Father Martin saw so clearly was the loss of souls who have never been part of a parish in which there was active sanctifying grace from valid Masses and other sacraments.  “We have come to the fulfillment of Our Lady’s prophecy that a period of unfaith would come and the Church would suffer.  She said that the smoke of Satan would envelope the Church and would reach into the sanctuary and right up to the altar.  This prophecy is coming true by the machinations of men and the machinations of the devil.”(The Eternal War, 55)

When Pope Paul VI spoke of the smoke of Satan, he was obviously referencing that same prophecy.  Here at the Remnant are people who know that it is hard work to keep the faith and find those parishes that still have sanctifying grace.  In the next installment, I will discuss the reasons Father Martin said the Novus Ordo Mass, at least prior to the revisions of Pope Benedict XVI, was invalid.  I will also discuss his explanation of how God allows this grave situation to continue.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

A Rant After a Few Months of Frustration.

I was asked to join my Parish Council by my Pastor last fall.  This required that I read and then study over the past  7 months a book titled Forming Intentional Disciples by Sherry A. Weddell.  At first I found the book enlightening.  I liked the sections on "It is normal for Catholics to..."  But the longer I read, the more I felt we were indulging in the Protestant-ization of the church that I see everywhere.

So who are today's protestants?  The Leadership Council of Women Religious comes to mind.  Conscious Evolution and Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs are really counter to the Catholic tradition of finding meaning in sacrifice and suffering.  Fasting, prayer, and abstinence are the hallmarks of forming faith. 

When a Catholic news service suggests that recycling would be a good lenten sacrifice, I question the writer's understanding of sacrifice. So while Ms. Weddell didn't advocate for parishes to recycle as a way to sacrifice, she does talk a great deal about accepting people where they are.  We are Catholics.  Joining our church requires study and commitment.  We don't take people who say they have accepted Jesus Christ as their personal Savior, and then let them go about their merry way.  We say, "Prove it!"  And there are good reasons.

The desecration of the Eucharist is a hallmark of Black Masses.  The one that was held just off of the Harvard Campus is a case in point for why study and commitment need to be restored.  Could a Satanist obtain a Host easily if everyone received on the tongue?  Could a Catholic school student receive the sacraments but never attend Mass if we were more concerned and forceful about the expectations of parents?

Sherry's desire for everyone to have a personal relationship with Jesus is right on, but I think she neglects the importance of being One Holy CATHOLIC and Apostolic.  We are in a third, or maybe fourth generation of Catholics who think they can pay the money, use the schools, show up to the galas, and still not miss a soccer match or football game.  She noted in a recent comment at Mark Shea's blog that European Catholics don't struggle with the Traditionalist versus Novus Ordo people like we do.  That may be true, but is that because one side simply disappeared?  Do we really want to emulate Europe?

Catholics are different.  In  an age where every group from homosexuals to Satanists demands fair treatment in the eyes of the law, the people who silently accept sacrificing and dying for the faith are
Catholics and Christians around the globe.  In America, we can lose our jobs, and be scorned and belittled.  How long until we take sacrifice seriously?

Friday, January 31, 2014

To Blog or not to Blog, that is the Question

When under-employed, blogging was important for me to keep my mind active.  Now that my life has changed-- two separate adjunct jobs, loss of a caregiver for my brother so taking on those duties, still homeschooling, invited to join my parish council, organized a reception following the opening of our newly renovated church, and a sick niece who needs a bit of care, PRAYERS PLEASE, and a desire to speak sincerely and truthfully in all things--  I don't feel I have much to say. 

However this is an election year, so maybe I'll be back later.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

The Best Thanksgiving, Ever!

You know those parish volunteer opportunities when nobody shows up?  You know how you drag yourself through on behalf of the haggard chairperson who always seems to end the day in tears?  You know the volunteers who show up and refuse to do the dirty jobs, then leave early?  You know the dread you feel that you'll be asked to volunteer again, and you won't feel free to say 'no' because there are so few people to help in the first place?

This is the antidote; Thanksgiving Dinner for the poor and lonely at St. Peter Parish in Omaha, Nebraska.

On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving I was busy.  The house needed cleaning, I had to teach an extra class for students with a scheduling conflict, I made 10 pounds each of mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes, along with three quarts of gravy for my family celebration, and then had to take my son to help set up a dinner at our parish for the poor and lonely because it's required for Confirmation.  I was tired when we arrived at 6:15, and was ready to face the glum faces of a handful of overworked volunteers.

But that wasn't what we walked into.

The old school gym was a bustling hive of happy people working.  My son set out to join the crowd of boys he knows to set up the tables and chairs.  I walked into the kitchen and took the peeler and knives out of my purse, and joined the circles of potato peelers.  I sat next to Patricia the Potato Peeler, which is not her actual name.  She was impressively fast.  The conversation was light and pleasant.

When the potatoes were done, I joined Sally and John to steam table clothes.  Yes, the tables were set with clothes that were as wrinkle free as at any fine dining establishment.  The centerpieces were in place, the chandelier was hung, the take home bags with sandwiches and pie were prepared.

With so many helpers, maybe 100, the preparations were done very early in the evening.

The next day, we arrived after Mass to help serve.  I saw Cindy before Mass and asked if she needed me to come early.  She said 'no'.  I thought she was just being kind, but we stayed for Mass anyway.

When we walked in to the gym after Mass, the place was full of volunteers.  The organizers said they served 506 people.  They brought 170 name tags for volunteers, and ran out.  My husband's name tag was a piece of paper  attached to his suit with duct tape.

I went to the kitchen again, because that's where I like to be.  I ran food to the buffets.  There were two serving lines, servers offered one item only, including turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, corn and cranberry sauce.  After they sat down, servers offered coffee, lemonade, and water at their tables.  Other servers walked among the tables carrying trays or pushing carts with dessert options.  Many of the guests asked for extra plates to cover the left-overs to take home.

The men with their belongings in a backpack, the families with children who are new to the city and do not speak English yet, the elderly who had no family to care for them...  All were treated to service comparable to finest restaurants I ever worked at in college and beyond.

At noon, Cindy announced to those working the buffet and kitchen, like me, that she had other volunteers who needed work, and we should go home.  When does that ever happen?

I thanked Cindy, gathered my family, and went home.

I could talk of little else with my family later in the day.  I am so grateful for the chance to participate in that event.  It truly was the best Thanksgiving my family has ever had.

An update from Kevin and Cindy who organized the event:

Thank you to everyone that helped set up, baked pies, gave monetary donations and helped serve the Thanksgiving meal at St. Peters. We served over 500 plates! That included 2nds and volunteers that chose to eat. That is a record, we don't care to beat! There were many graces through out the day. Below is a letter we received from a guest at the meal. Also, there is a link to a TV video coverage of the event and pictures.  Be sure to visit St. Peters web site for more pictures to come! Thank you again for everyone's help! It was a true blessing to many of those less fortunate and those who helped.
Thank you for having a heart directed toward the poor,
May you have a blessed Advent,
Cindy and Kevin Engelkamp
St. Peter Catholic Church
Society of St. Vincent de Paul
Dear St. Peters,

I came to the Thanksgiving Dinner that I was told about. I have no income and was going to stay home with ramen noodles and spam.

That was the best meal I have had in a very long time.I sat in front where the singer/accordion player was. He was most excellent.  Good singer, funny and entertaining.  When I got home, my cheeks hurt from laughing so hard.  My stomach was so full, I had to take a nap.

Just want you all to know how much I appreciate all you done for me that special day.

I do have a Bible of my own. However, my eyesight is rapidly deteriorating and I can't see anymore.  Would it be possible to get a large print?  If so, I can volunteer my services to pay for it.

Again, thank you so much.

John K