You may have
noticed that my blogs are often inspired by some of my books. It seems that the
muse sitting on my shoulder dictated to me the foretaste of the future. Once or
twice we looked behind our backs (Yeshûa and Peter and Paul), but more often
than not my Present takes place in the future. This is true of my fiction and
fact.
Evidently,
since my passion is Human Potential, and since time is an illusory byproduct of
movement and distance, my futuristic Present rules supreme. We all know that
only purpose of time is to make sure that all things do not happen
simultaneously.
And
this brings me the Francis.
There are two reasons for this. Jorge Mario Bergoglio (Francis’s real
name) and I share Jesuit education. Such schooling can have twofold effect.
Either it can cure the young delinquent (that’s me) from Catholic brainwashing,
or it can make you a pope.
Guess which turned up to be which.
Pope Franciscus, (or my
favourite: Francesco), though no
longer Jorge, benefited from more than just Jesuit conditioning. On his climb
to becoming ex officio Bishop of
Rome, and the Sovereign of the Vatican City, he went through one other
invaluable training. In Buenos Aires he worked as nightclub bouncer.
Really!
I have a strange feeling that this short stint equipped him with
courage of facing up to other undesirable characters in the Vatican, and
enabled him to stand up and, if necessary, kick them out from the ‘club’. Just
like in the old days, in Buenos Aires. And trust me, if you read the history of
the Catholic Church, that takes an enormous amount of courage. But what truly
endeared me to him was the name he chose as his papal name. It was in honour of
Saint Francis of Assisi. This alone speaks volumes of what was to happen next.
In my novel, “Headless World—The Vatican Incident”, some of you might
recognize the foretaste of what has happened in Rome a few years later, and
continues to unfold even now.
Join Anne (heroine of The Avatar Syndrome); her husband—Peter; Sir
Ian—the affable maestro; Gabriel—the mystical butler; and their new friend,
Gio—the powerful Cardinal of the Holy Roman Church, as they unravel the most
sinister bid for power the world has ever seen.
To quote one of my reviewers:
"Headless
World" pits the traditions and beauty of the Vatican against the cold
mechanical might of the American War Machine.
Guess who won!
As with Pope Francesco, the story did not begin in the Vatican. But
thanks to the machinations that began in Washington and engulfed practically
the whole world, in Vatican Gio gathered new fuel that infused the world with a
very different fire. Not the kind Pentagon would propel with napalm. It was
fire infinitely more powerful than anything Pentagon could come up with.
See for yourself. Gio and Anne might set you on fire, too. And you’ll
no longer feel headless.
Sequel to the Avatar
Syndrome
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