Dr. Joseph P. Farrell
March 3, 2016
Sometimes stories come along that have such a high odor to them, that one just has to comment on them, even though there’s an acute lack of details for high octane speculation. This story, shared by Mr. V.T., is one of them.
Granted, there’s much more in this article to indicate a normal death due to complications from the secretary’s apparently quite virulent diabetes, complicated by a risky pregnancy. Additionally, as the article notes, there are no signs of violence. The body, we are informed, was found by the receptionist’s brother after he had not heard from her in a few days.
Nothing to see here, move along.
And I grant you, I want to do just that, because the tendency to see through everything results, as C.S. Lewis once wisely stated, in seeing nothing at all. Sometimes, there simply has to be opacity if one is to see anything.
Yet, in spite of my philosophical inclinations to avoid the story because of its lack of high octane speculative grist for the mill, I must nonetheless pause to consider it. One clue that there might be something here is the fact that the unfortunate woman was apparently the gatekeeper not just for the Pope, but for a variety of other prelates living in the same apartment building. This gave her access not only to schedules – in itself highly sensitive information – but access to switchboards, conversations, and perhaps intelligence even more sensitive, such as nighttime visitors to various people that would be considered… “suspicious.”