On occasions, the dead and the righteous will be brought back to life. (That is to say that these dead will take on the form of righteous souls which had lived on earth, in order to lead men further astray; these so-called resurrected dead, who will be nothing but the devil in this form, will preach another Gospel contrary to that of the true Christ Jesus, denying the existence of Heaven; that is also to say, the souls of the damned. All these souls will appear as if fixed to their bodies). Our Lady of La Salette 19 Sept. 1846 (Published by Mélanie 1879)
Please understand: I have no more idea than you do whether Voris’ allegations against the Archdiocese are true or not. If they are, I admire his courage and applaud his canniness in heading off any assault on him over his past. Not one of us can claim freedom from remorse and regret. I am simply explaining why I resist the rush to garland Michael Voris. Whether his claim of intended victimhood is valid or not, there is a good chance we will never know. If no sordid stories emerge, will it be because Voris short-circuited them? Or because there never was any planned campaign to begin with? Either way, Voris stands to win; the advantage belongs to him. No one, not even the Archdiocese, can prove a negative.
That, plus my own distaste for his modus operandi, leaves me outside the chorus of pray-ers, well-wishers, and enthusiasts who raced to their keyboards to bless the Prodigal Returned. My mind’s eye sees only the ghost of Aimee Semple McPherson, celebrity evangelist in the 1920s and ’30s. She is thought to have faked her own death to cover up an extramarital affair. Maureen Mullarkey