Vatican Assassins by Eric Jon Phelps - Amazing Discoveries

Vatican Assassins
from which I have just returned, has given me a new idea of our
formidable power. For . . . it is Rome which is the culminating point,
overlooking the fairest and broadest quarters of the globe, made so by
custom, by tradition, or by faith. Thence can our workings be embraced
in their full extent. It is an uncommon view to see from its height the
myriad tools, whose personality is continually absorbed into the
immovable personality of our Order. What a might we possess! Verily, I
am always swayed with admiration, aye almost frightened, that man
once thinks, wishes, believes, and acts as he alone lists, until, soon ours,
he becomes but a human shell; its kernel of intelligence, mind, reason,
conscience, and free will, shriveled within him, dry and withered by the
habit of mutely, fearingly bowing under mysterious tasks, which shatter
and slay everything spontaneous in the human soul! Then do we infuse
in such spiritless clay, speechless, cold, and motionless as corpses, the
breath of our Order, and, lo! the dry bones stand up and walk; acting
and executing, though only within the limits which are circled round
them evermore. Thus do they become mere limbs of the gigantic trunk,
whose impulses they mechanically carry out, while ignorant of the
design, like the stonecutter who shapes out a stone, unaware if it be for
cathedral or bagnio [brothel] . . .
But now, in spite of the misfortunes which have befallen our Order, I
feel myself a thousand times more ready for action, more authoritative,
more strong and more daring, at the head of our mute and black-robed
militia, who only think or wish, or move and obey, mechanically,
according to my will. On a sign they scatter over the surface of the
globe, gliding stealthily into households under the guise of confessing
the wife or teaching the children, into family affairs by hearing the
dying avowals, – up to the throne through the quaking conscience of a
credulous crowned coward; – aye, even to the chair of the Pope, himself,
living manifesto of the Godhead though he is, by the services,
rendered him or imposed by him. Is not this secret rule, made to kindle
or glut the wildest ambition, as it reaches from the cradle to the grave,
from the laborer’s hovel to the royal palace, from the palace to the papal
chair?” {2} [Emphasis added]
Having fired the soul of the French, The Wandering Jew,
“ . . . caused such a storm of indignation that the [Jesuit] novitiate was
moved from Avignon to Nice on orders from General Roothaan. Jesuits
in Paris were hastily redistributed, and in other danger spots there was a
thinning and scattering of members . . . ” {3}
The Jesuits – 1844