For the past several weeks, I have been voraciously reading a Vatican thriller by academic, theologian, Cold War espionage artist, exorcist and polyglot Father
Malachi Martin, and although the author, as a papal-insider, claimed to be channeling reality rather than divining fiction, it is really frightening how the language and intrigues bear an almost word-to-word correspondence between the current political mood of the present German papacy (
DE/
EN) and the past crises of the Slavic Pope of
Windswept House. In both the novel and the newspaper, there is the same conspiratorial atmosphere, more palpable now that daily conclaves and missteps are not so well shielded from the headlines any longer, and the same swell of disunity and splintering leadership is currying discord on both sides of the looking-glass.
Perhaps there's a balance to be found between the two accounts, and one certainly better adheres to the principles of Ockham's Razor, that the laws of parsimony and simplicity rather than elaborate plots and multiple, complex factors are generally right and sufficient. Maybe bald job-security might be enough to sew discontent with
some princes of the Church, but I hope not all motives are pure politics. In one version, globalist factions are moving to establish a
novus ordo seclorum through the organs of the emergent European Union, the new-fangled internet and a defanged and secularized Church Universal, and the besieged Pope works for an eminent and orderly collapse of the Soviet Empire within the framework of the Fรกtima Correspondence (
DE/
EN). In the other version, the Church has not satisfactorily addressed dissention among the ranks and its endemic cultural failings and whose stance and creed is under attack, as in the former, by climate-change apologists who would rather see populations curbed and save critical raw materials for their own gain, as identified in another series of
leaks. One Pope faces a test in a sphinx-like China who has given no indication impending change, but I think that few without the caliber of the intelligence network of the Vatican could foresee the events of 1989 and 1990 and 1991. Not a political animal and not interested in allowing the Church to be an influence on statecraft, the Pope's vicarage leave some apparently wanting and ambitious. Let us hope that life does not imitate art in every detail.
Perhaps the embattled EU and currency alliance needs the rare and elusive Eurocorn for a mascot, a symbolic protagonist to rally against the kingmaker creditors and the formless monsters of debt and want.
