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Years ago when I was clueless about the undercurrent that sweeps us along, I stumbled onto a "Malachi Martin" book. Reading this wordy load of Hostage to the Devil, I thought with my gullible mind, "Why is this so vulgar, twisted and perverted?" This guy used to be a priest.
Today I am of the opinion that this book is full of satanic admixture. Martin died in 1999. I purchased this book in 2006. The back of the title page on this HarperSanFranciso version is not clear on when this thing was published. They are careful not to give dates on anything.
So I purchased a copy of the first printing (1976). Word for word and page for page, the text was exactly the same. It was as creepy then as it is now. The only difference is the even creepier introduction supposedly written by "Malachi Martin" in 1992. "He" was still calling himself a Catholic priest in 1992. Yet according to google, Martin left the Cloth in the 60's. This intro reads like a college kid wrote it who was trying to impress us with how many words he could fish out of a thesaurus. The tell-tale signs are all over it. Like too many modifiers. This guy writes like a girl. In summary, it is a brag piece on what they are doing with your missing children. A real horn toot. What chya gonna do 'bout it, huh?
Please include all those young women who get the same treatment. They are as numerous as fire flies on a summer night. Missing, raped, mutilated and murdered. Same tack. Same cookie-cutter shit. Please getta clue before it happens to you.
In this book, the meandering case histories of the possessed seem to hail from the devil himself, not a Catholic soul who feared God. There are too many pages in this book like the Talmud. The writer milked it for miles beyond what it took to describe things. He had to be getting his jollies writing this stuff. If he had a legitimate case to recount, it would not include so much digression. He would have stuck to the story like anyone does who is telling the truth.
This puerile introduction is full of fillers and stretchers. An irreverent slog written by a Godless pig. No man full of the Holy Spirit would butcher this much Christian Protocol. An editor of my stripe knows what he is looking at. Miles of baloney. Was Malachi a phony? If he wrote this shit, there can be no doubt. But let us ferret the devil out.
This writer seems to luxuriate in the process of his writing like one who is channeling the flow of an unclean spirit. His writing was anything but clean. It spiraled deeper and deeper into the smut and gibberish-abyss of a damned soul.
A year before that I read Ralph Sarchie's Beware the Night.
Sarchie served up "Father Malachi Martin" like he was Holy Ambrosia -- the
most everclear and virtuous priest in the world. There is a photo of the two standing together in Sarchie's home. It was from Sarchie's book that I learned about Hostage to the Devil. It was heartily endorsed.
Sarchie's book was published in 2001. Food for thought. It gave me pause. Sarchi was a policeman, not a writer. The book was written by Lisa Collier Cool, a darn good freelance journalist. Her detractors set out to smear her with a play on words. We're all ahead of the bitches. Ignore that shtick. Her work with Sarchie not only puts her on the map. It shuts down the clap-trap.
But now I gotta ask -- who in the publishing machine endorsed Martin's book in Sarchie's book? Is it possible that neither Sarchie nor his writer were aware of this endorsement before it went to print?
Back to Martin's text and my acerbic review. I didn't know back then that most publishing houses would never print
such things if it were the truth. Anything that appears to glorify Jesus Christ should be
looked upon with suspicion if it comes from publishing houses owned by the children of the devil. Likewise, if something is on the New York Times best-seller list, reader beware.
Do your homework before you snap it up.
