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Overview An international cadre of top-level conspirators sets out to create a single global society by using the Vatican and its embattled pope to realize their ambitious and deadly schemes
Publishers Description The Cold War has ended. With a scope and daring not possible until now, an unlikely international alliance of top-level political, financial, and religious interests sees the way clear at last to its ultimate goal: the establishment of a single global society. Utopia.
These are men with nothing in common but immense power and a towering ambition for still more. With world unity and prosperity as their slogan--and with betrayal, scandal, and murder as their ready weapons--they have the means and the will to capture as their own the perfect global machinery for their plans: the oldest, wiliest, and most stable political chancery in the world--the Vatican.
At the vortex of this lethal struggle stands the embattled Pope, a geopolitical genius whose elimination is the short-term solution to a long-term goal, and two American brothers, Paul and Christian Gladstone, one a lawyer and the other a priest, who appear to be the perfect pawns. One falls prey to the sharp teeth of greed for power. The other will become one of the Slavic Pontiff's closest allies...and will discover the darkest secrets at the very heart of papal Rome.
From America to Europe to Russia, in broad landscapes and clandestine corridors, a rich and varied cast--presidents and politicos, simple saints and savvy sinners, popes and pope-makers--clash with one another amid dramatic and sometimes bloody events that will affect the destiny of every person alive today.
"He fetches Christianity onto the stage of history. Martin enjoys indulging his considerable skills, much to the pleasure of the reader." --The New York Times
"...a meditation on the troubled state of today's Catholic Church... [Martin's] knowledge of Vatican politics is extraordinary." --Kirkus Reviews
From the Hardcover edition.
History as Prologue: End Signs
Diplomats schooled in harsh times and in the toughest ways of finance, trade and international rivalry are not much given to omens. Still, today's enterprise brimmed with such promise that the six Foreign Ministers who gathered in Rome on March 25, 1957, felt that everything surrounding them--the rock-solid centrality of Europe's premier city, the cleansing winds, the open skies, the benign smile of the day's climate--was fortune's very cloak of blessing drawn about them as they laid the foundation stone for a new edifice of nations.
As partners in the creation of a new Europe that would sweep away the squabbling nationalism that had so often split this ancient delta, these six men and their governments were one in their faith that they were about to open their lands to a wider economic horizon and a taller political sky than had ever been contemplated. They were about to sign the treaties of Rome. They were about to create the European Economic Community.
In recent memory, nothing but death and destruction had been spawned in their capitals. Only the year before, the Soviets had underscored their expansionist determination in the blood of Hungary's attempted uprising; any day Soviet armor could roll across Europe. No one expected the U.S.A. and its Marshall Plan to carry forever the burdens of building the new Europe. Nor did any European government wish to be clamped between the U.S.A. and the U.S.S.R. in a rivalry that could only deepen in the decades ahead.
As if already accustomed to acting as one in the face of such reality, all six ministers signed on as founders of the EEC. The three representatives of the Benelux nations, because Belgium, the Netherlands and Luxembourg were the very crucible in which the idea of a new Europe had been tried and found true. Or at least true enough. The minister representing France, because his country would be the beating heart of the new Europe, as it had always been of the old Europe. Italy, because his country was the living soul of Europe. West Germany, because the world would never shunt his country aside again.
So the European Community was born. There were toasts to the geopolitical visionaries who had made this day possible. To Robert Schuman and Jean Monnet of France; to Konrad Adenauer of West Germany; to Paul-Henri Spaak of Belgium. And there were congratulations all around. It wouldn't be long before Denmark, Ireland and England would see the wisdom of the new venture. And, while they might require some patient help, Greece, Portugal and Spain would join as well. Of course, there was the matter of holding the Soviets at bay. And there was the matter of finding a new center of gravity. But no doubt about it: the nascent EEC was the cutting edge of the new Europe that had to come if Europe was to survive.
When all the signing and sealing and toasting were done, the moment came for the distinctively Roman ritual and privilege of diplomats: an audience with the octogenarian Pope in the Apostolic Palace on Vatican Hill.
Seated on his traditional papal throne amid the panoply of Vatican ceremonial in an ornate sala, His Holiness Pius XII received the six ministers and their entourages with smiling countenance. His welcome was sincere. His remarks were brief. His attitude was of a longtime owner and resident of a vast property giving some pointers to newly arrived and intending residents.
Europe, the Holy Father recalled, had had its eras of greatness when a common faith had animated the hearts of its peoples. Europe, he urged, would have its geopolitical greatness again, refurbished and burnished anew, if it could create a new heart. Europe, he intimated, could again forge a supernal, common and binding faith.
Inwardly, the ministers winced. Pius had pointed to the greatest difficulty facing the EEC on the day of its birth. Beneath his words lay the warning that neither democratic socialism nor capitalist democracy nor the prospect of the good life nor a mystic "Europa" of the humanists could provide the engine to drive their dream. Practically speaking, their new Europe lacked a glowing center, a superior force or principle to bind it together and drive it forward. Practically speaking, their Europe lacked what this Pope had. Lacked what he was.
His points made, the Holy Father traced three crosses in the air as the traditional papal blessing. Some few knelt to receive it. Some who remained standing bowed their heads. But it had become impossible for them to associate the Pope with the healing balm of the God he claimed to represent as Vicar, or to recognize that balm as the only cohesive factor that could mend the world's soul; neither could they acknowledge that economic and political treaties were not the glue that binds the hearts and minds of mankind.
And yet, frail as he was, they could only envy this solitary, enthroned dignitary. For, as Belgium's Paul-Henri Spaak later remarked, he presided over a universal organization. And he was more than the elected represenive of that organization. He was the possessor of its power. He was its center of gravity.
* * *
From the window of his study on the third floor of the Apostolic Palace, the Holy Father watched the architects of the new Europe climb into their limousines in the square below.
"What do you think, Holiness? Can their new Europe develop strongly enough to stop Moscow?"
Pius turned to his companion--a German Jesuit, a longtime friend and favorite confessor. "Marxism is still the enemy, Father. But the Anglo-Saxons have the initiative." On this Pope's lips, Anglo-Saxon meant the Anglo-American establishment. "Their Europe will go far. And it will go fast. But the greatest day for Europe has not yet dawned."
The Jesuit failed to follow the papal vision. "Which Europe, Holiness? The greatest day for whose Europe?"
"For the Europe born today." The Pope's answer was unhesitating. "On the day this Holy See is harnessed to the new Europe of the diplomats and politicians--to the Europe centered in Brussels and Paris--on that day the Church's misfortunes will start in earnest." Then, turning again to watch the limousines departing across St. Peter's Square, "The new Europe will have its little day, Father. But only a day."
From the Hardcover edition.
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More About Malachi Martin
Malachi Martin, eminent theologian, expert on the Catholic Church, former Jesuit and professor at the Vatican's Pontifical Biblical Institute, is the author of the national best-sellers Vatican, The Final Conclave, Hostage to the Devil and The Jesuits. He was trained in theology at Louvain. There he received his doctorates in Semitic Languages, Archaeology and Oriental History. He subsequently studied at Oxford and at Hebrew University in Jerusalem. From 1958 to 1964 he served in Rome, where he was a close associate of the renowned Jesuit cardinal Augustin Bea and Pope John XXIII. He now lives in New York City.
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The spirit of confusion. Jul 31, 2007
For over 600 pages, Malachi Martin rambles on about black masses at St. Peter's, pedophilia rings in the various dioceses, and the efforts of a group of sinister cardinals to replace "The Slavic Pope," clearly a stand in for John Paul II.
There is something not right about Malachi Martin, just as there is something not right about John Paul II, and it's important for Christians in these times to be aware of deceptions on each and every side. What is one to make of a book that rebukes the Vatican II "reforms" A.K.A. mass apostasy, when its author was, in real life, part of those reforms? I'd call it a half-hearted apology. But then Martin goes out of his way to portray the "Slavic Pope," who is the very embodiment of the heretical sweetening of the church, as the hero, besieged on all sides by Satanic infiltrators. I've never read anything so ludicrously hypocritical.
As usual with deceivers, Martin is using a magic trick on his readers. While you are mesmerized by lurid depictions of child sacrifice and acid attacks on pious priests, you can't see that the REAL Satanism in effect here is the gradual weakening of the gospels and the drift into atheism, cloaked as a new, more welcoming Catholicism, that is the legacy of the "Slavic Pope." Basically Malachi Martin is feebly trying to justify himself, under the guise of a full confession, and that's why he is so unfocused and pathetic in his storytelling.
As long as you're aware of this troubling discrepancy, the book is still worth reading. Martin is very good at depicting the mindset of the New World Order architects, the builders of false utopia, and how the lust for "action," for purpose in their lives, the need to fill that hole in the soul, is the glue of an almost unspoken conspiracy. I'm also glad Martin shows how child molestation rings work, effectively locking out any honest or sincere priests. Most people think that the epidemic of molestation in the Church is due to imposed celibacy, that priests have so much pent-up repressed lust that it just has to burst out whenever a choirboy walks by -- well, these priests take confessions from women as well, and priests through history have been tempted by women. Why is it always boys now? Clearly, when thousands of priests are involved, the word "conspiracy" would not be out of order.
I live in Los Angeles, not exactly a stronghold of the faith, and as soon as you mention you're a Christian people think of Bush, televangelists, and child molesters. And Martin, to his credit, does try to show that there are groups, cabals who do everything in their power to break down and divide the Christians, that the drift away from faith is by no means just a byproduct of "progress" or liberal ecumenicism but a calculated ploy, and they have been very, very successful. But even here there's some watering-down -- Freemasonry is mentioned, and there is one character who is always listening to Mozart as a proof of his villainy, but Freemasonry is just an adjunct, really. I'll leave you to do the detective work for yourself; just read the Gospels, it's all there in the words of Christ, and if you don't love His words, you don't love Christ. You can't pick or choose the ones you want. They're all perfect.
So just be aware, this book is not the shocking expose it bills itself as, nor was it written in the true spirit of repentance. Martin is still blaming others while absolving himself. The problem is that if even I can see through his gambit, you'd better believe that God can as well. Who's fooling who?
If you have the Guts Jul 4, 2007
If you have the Guts to read this book, then you have the Guts to save your own life.
Another prophetic book by Father Martin Apr 6, 2007
This is truly a prophetic book, all you have to do is open your eyes and see the damage done to our beloved Catholic Church by most of our modern clergy since Vatican II to agree that father Martin had lucid insight to the dealings within the church. Yes, God can allow things to get real bad due to our sins, but let us not lose hope. Our Lady of Fatima said 'Finally, My Immaculate Heart will triumph'.
"The truth about the vatican" Jan 10, 2007
This story is true however the names are changed. This story is about the vatican and what happens when satan did come in the house of the lord. The book was written as a novel because names were changed to keep the guilty from sueing Malachi Martin. Evil and murder was covered up by the highest level of the church. A must read about evil that can come between certain people who some never drempt of. Melachi Martin was found dead after this book was written. He had been beat to death in the middle of broad daylight. The scary truth is the vatican covered up the murder and ruled Mr. martin fell and hit his head. However another doctor said, He would have had to jump from a building to complely crush his head like that" and no one saw anything on a buisy street in the middle of the day. A demon? Maybe?
Fiction or Fact? May 1, 2006
As a human, this book scared the hell out of me. As a Catholic, I'll never look at church hierarchy the same, ever again. Because I try to keep fairly well up to date on religious news, this book gave me the chills because it was so eerily familiar. It definitely is a 'no-put-down' book.