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Month: February, 2012

MARTYRLAND by Robert Simpson

REVIEW: Reminds Me Why I Gave Up Fiction, though Still There is Merit to It

The older I get, the less fiction I read. After all, once you take the blinders off and you realize we are living in times stranger than anyone could ever imagine, why bother with fiction? So it’s all been about non-fiction for me lately. But I took a chance on this because it is about the Scottish Covenanters of the 1600s during their time of great persecution (1660-1688) at the hands of the antichrist system of popery. I have been wondering about them ever since I was first apprised of them in my adulthood, and I have been wondering why I had to wait until I was an adult to be apprised of them in the first place! So it is, whenever I catch scent of what smells to me like suppressed history, I chase after it. Which I did here, and that’s what made me pick up this fictional account of the historically very real Covenanters.

Unfortunately, the book is not well-written, I must say up front. It was published in the 1800s, and it is written in the stilted, average-joe writing style of the time; but I’m afraid the writing style wouldn’t have been state-of-the-art even at that time, frankly, because the best writers of the period were writing very ornately. The author, Robert Simpson, was clearly a pastor first and a writer second, for he writes ponderously and obviously, telling the reader from afar everything that is happening to his characters instead of showing the reader up close, vibrantly and interactively, what is happening to his characters. This of course was the hallmark style of Victorian Era novels, and of course this style was supplanted forever in the 20th century by the “show, don’t tell” style of writers like Hemingway; however, the better writers in the 1800s somehow still managed to make their prose feel “alive” to the reader, and this man Simpson was clearly not such a gifted writer.

Still, having said all that which is negative, there is some level of reward for reading this book, and the author Simpson was not totally bereft of writing skills. For example, one thing Simpson does that is excellent is the way he writes out the Scottish brogue of his characters as it would appear phonetically in English, so that the reader does get the unmistakeable feeling of “Scottishness” imbued in the prose; another thing Simpson does well is describe the Scottish moorland setting of the book. The reader is very much “transported” to Scotland while reading this. Now if the author would just quit with the fuddy-duddy, doddering omniscient style of narration which kills any surprises for the reader and stifles most of his interest by telling him what happens to the characters beforehand instead of just letting it happen to his characters naturally in “real reading time”–argh!

But again, stiff though it may be, there is yet another reward for reading a book like this, and it is simply this: this novel glorifies Jesus Christ, and you sure can’t say that about too many novels in these post-Hemingway, post-Christianity days, now can you?

Rating: Δ Δ Δ


THE IRON HEEL by Jack London

The tone of Jack London’s futuristic-dystopian novel, written way back in 1906, reflects the strident marxism of its author. Back then even typically well-meaning writers like London zealously adhered to such garbage, believing it offered a positive hope for the betterment of mankind.

As a practical and dire prophecy, in many ways The Iron Heel was very prophetic indeed; but in its ultimate optimistim it was far from the mark. For example, London was prescient when he anticipated the ominous formation of the FBI in America, a national ID system, false flag operations, and most perhaps prescient of all, London was strikingly accurate in his prediction that 20th century oligarchs would inevitably seek to, and be successful in, “buying off” select American labor leaders to disrupt the political unity of the labor class en toto; however, unlike George Orwell, London grossly overestimated the collective political awareness of the labor class throughout.

Moreover, London’s technological “props” to provide backdrop for the story–the kinds of things an author who’s writing a futuristic novel must have in order to achieve quality realism–are not all that clever, in terms of both nomenclature and technology. For example, on the technological end of things, in London’s “futuristic world” people are still riding around in balloons instead of flying around in airplanes, and on the nomenclature end, groups of fighting mercenaries are simply called the “Fighting Groups.” Clearly had he taken more time to do so, London could have coined a catchier phrase than this and some of the others he uses.

This is a weakness in some of Jack London’s writing. He was extremely prolific in his abbreviated lifetime, but one of the problems with such radical proliferation is that some of his works appear to have been hurried, and such is the case here as, in addition to the faults already mentioned, the The Iron Heel contains precious little concrete detail throughout: cities and buildings and streets are simply not described; the characters come and go from scene to scene and have dialogue, but the reader never gets the sense that the characters are grounded in a real physical world, at least not until the climactic conflagration scenes at the end of the book. So the novel lacks depth, and for that reason more than anything else The Iron Heel is an inferior piece of literature than other better-known 20th century dystopian novels.

One more fault is the narration style: London chose to write the book in the first person, and from the point of view of a female character. As probably most London afficianados will admit, portraying female characters was never London’s strong suit.

Still, London’s keen intellect is here, even if it is rushed. Those prognostications which London got right in this book (and there are many more) make it a worthwhile and interesting–if ephemeral–read. His predictions of a dystopian world of the future were definitely more in line with George Orwell’s 1984 than with Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World.

Rating: Δ Δ Δ

IT CAN’T HAPPEN HERE by Sinclair Lewis

Sinclair Lewis, one of America’s great writers of the 20th century, was not actually a great writer. But he was a great perceiver of human foibles, especially the human foible of hypocrisy. Indeed, the theme which runs through all of Lewis’s works is how human beings of all walks and stripes are consistently hypocritical, and consistently unable to see their own hypocrisy. Thus did Sinclair Lewis, throughout his entire writing career, inadvertantly (for Lewis was not a professing Bible believer) echo the words of Jesus Christ in Matthew 7:1-5.

What makes It Can’t Happen Here stand out from the rest of Lewis’s works, however, is that here Lewis is not exposing the hypocrisy of any single person nor any class of persons, but rather, Lewis is exposing the hypocrisy of an entire nation–his own.

Published in 1935 when most of the world was casting a nervous eye to the rise of the fascist dictatorships in Europe, Lewis sought to show how relatively easy such a fascist dictatorship could likewise come to power even in America. Lewis was astute enough to realize that, if fascism ever came to America, it would have to camouflage itself in the trappings of traditional Americana. Thus the fascist dictator who takes over America in It Can’t Happen Here, a folksly, charismatic demagogue of the Huey Long ilk named “Buzz” Windrip, portrays himself as a defender of the common American laborer, speaks in homespun Mark Twain-type aphorisms, even while he is in the hip pocket of big business plutocrats. All American institutions are impugned by Lewis as being ripe for takeover by fascism: Lewis shows how remarkably easy it woulc be for even American small businessmen to embrace fascism and justify the brutal suppression of any who spoke out against it; Lewis shows how easily the corporatized “Christian” churches would convert to life under fascism; newspapers and information are co-opted with likewise remarkable facility by the Sinclair Lewis’s fictitious fascistic regime.

Lewis, whose real gift was in observing patterns of human behavior, also gets a lot of minor details right. For example: “Buzz” Windrip’s dictatorship was actually installed and maintained by a secretive little despotic character named Lee Sarason, who is actually the real “power behind the throne” of the American fascistic regime, and this mirrors such powerful and secretive tyrants in American history as Edward House, Harry Hopkins, Henry Kissinger, Zbigniew Brzezinski, and Karl Rove; likewise it smacks as being very believable that the American fascistic regime could call itself the “Corpo” party, what with mega-corporations taking over every single thing in America anymore; even a subtle detail like the high percentage of homosexuality in the Nazi Brown Shirt movement is likewise mirrored here by Lewis in a few veiled homosexual descriptions of the American version of the Brown Shirts, aptly named ”Minute Men.”

It is also of interest that, like George Orwell and Aldous Huxley as well as other 20th century writers of famous dystopian stories, Sinclair Lewis doesn’t allow for a very happy ending here. Lewis’s 60-year old newspaper editor protagonist, the honest and earnest Doremus Jessup, starts out reluctantly fighting the system, then accelerates into a more vigorous fighting of the system, then gets arrested and gets severely and often beaten–this all smacks of Orwell’s 1984. Another odd way in which this novel reminds the reader of 1984 is in Lewis’s decision to show his Doremus Jessup character having a longstanding illicit affair with a woman much younger than him. Lewis’s tone seems to condone this adulterous relationship, but for this reader it nevertheless undermined the integrity of the protaganist, reducing him to much the same type of anti-hero that the character Winston Smith was in the work by Orwell.

This work is, in many ways, strikingly different than anything else Lewis ever wrote. On other hand, one way that It Can’t Happen Here was similar to other Sinclair Lewis works is in the quality of the writing itself, which was not a Lewis strength: The characters speak in an often padded dialogue–that is to say, nobody in real life would ever have the time to enunciate so grandiloquently and for such long stretches in everyday speech; likewise, Lewis’s own writing, in describing the setting, background, and plot development, is often much too wordy and gets in the way of what he is trying to describe.
All said though, this is a work of excellent exposure of the love of the twin roots of all evil: Money and Power. Though written in the 30’s, It Can’t Happen Here is, startingly, a novel which smacks of very contemporary events in America in our day. It can’t happen here? The hell it can’t.

Rating: Δ Δ Δ


Author McGowan is a naturally gifted writer. He also shows himself to be an assiduous researcher here. McGowan examines the modern American phenomenon of “serial killers” in America, and he conducts his examination under the thesis that in nearly every–if not every–case, the infamous so-called “serial killer” was either a patsie taking the rap to protect a much larger, well organized evil, or else was only a one sadistic monster taking the rap to protect a much larger organization of sadistic monsters.

McGowan, harrowingly enough, would seem to prove his thesis in spades.

He shows how all of the big-name serial murderers or pedophiles were in some way mind-controlled, the controllers being intelligence operatives and/or satanic cults. McGowan further shows how, in every case, the trials which sent the sadistic stooges to prison and/or to the executioner were ridiculously flimsy “railroad jobs.” The obvious and ominous implication here is that the justice system itself is involved in the coverup.

But it goes higher than that: McGowan shows how the FBI is also involved in the coverup. Indeed, the FBI’s vaunted system of “serial killer profiling” is revealed by McGowan to be strongly suggestive of a bogus propaganda story to divert public attention away from the fact that organized, occultic gangs of socially well-placed pedophiles and murderers exist in every state. McGowan makes a compelling case in his conjecture that there is a connection between the proliferation of “serial killers” in the U.S. during and after the 1960s, and the CIA’s “Operation Phoenix” program which was employed to terroriz the Vietnamese during the Vietnam War.

The book has only three minor flaws–though one of them, depending upon whether or not the reader is an Orwellian stickler for linguistic detail or not, might be considered egregious: In his narration, every time McGowan refers to a “child” or to “children,” he uses the words “kid” or “kids” (and in a book largely about violent pedophiles he uses these a lot). This might be considered nitpicking; however, when one stops to consider what the word “kid” actually means–a baby goat–and then attaches that thought to the fact that McGowan is documenting the hellacious activities of occultic gangs whose satanic symbolism, let’s face it, often features the head of a goat, it must be contemplated that the author himself is inadvertently slipping into the sloppy habit of using the degenerate language of the very scumbags he is seeking to expose.

The other two (though very minor) flaws in the book occur when McGowan makes passing references to A) the investigative work of Ken and James Collier in exposing widespread election fraud in America, and then later to B) the Clinton impeachment hearings. In both references, McGowan uncharacteristically adopts a “mainstream” mindset, seemingly automatically dismissing these as either mere conspiracy theory in the case of the former, or a substance-less witch hunt in the case of the latter. This reader has read the book with resulted from the investigative work of the Collier brothers (Votescam) and found it compelling indeed; likewise this reader has read enough about the nefarious activities of Bill Clinton to be more than mildly peeved that McGowan would adopt the “mainstream liberal” line of giving Clinton–or any U.S. president, for that matter–a pass. Coming as it does in the middle of a book in which the author is trying to show that real evil in habitually concealed in high places in America, and especially is it concealed under the color of law, McGowan’s attitude of “there’s nothing to see here” concerning the whole Clinton fiasco seemed strange and out of place indeed.

Nevertheless, these flaws are minor indeed compared to the preponderance of stunning and stylistically written revelations in this work. This book should, and in all likelihood will, scare the hell out of anybody.

Rating: Δ Δ Δ Δ Δ

THE MASTER’S CARPET by Edmond Ronayne

This classic work, written in the mid-1800s in an America still hearing the echoes of the the old Anti-Masonic Party, is an excavated treasure that every idiotic, paganized American of today should read. The style of writing is rather dated: It is written in the form of a pretended conversation between a wise, Jehovah-fearing father, and his earnestly inquiring son. This feigned-conversation format is seldom seen in books today but was more common a century ago. Regardless, once the modern reader gets beyond the quaintness of the narrational format, the actual information in the text is precious and superlative; even the rare book that is written today which seeks to warn Christians of the hidden dangers of Freemasonry does not contain as much express information of the system and symbols and specific arcane rituals of Freemasonry as does this wonderful book.

The author, Ronayne–which is apparently a pseudonym–has a deep and comprehensive knowledge of Freemasonry and its pagan origins, and he documents how Freemasonry is the clear-cut descendant of the ancient Ba’al worship of the idolatrous nations surrounding Israel, and later idolatrous Israel itself, as described over and over again in the Old Testament.

One other fascinating thing Ronayne does–and which would never, ever be encountered in any anti-masonic book written in post-ecumenical America today–is to consistently compare the systems of Freemasonry and Popery. Ronayne shows how uncannily do these two tyrannical, pyramidical systems resemble one another, and reveals that the only reason there is not total accord and syncretism between the two systems already is because of one, and only one, sticking point: the institution of the Confessional. As Ronayne intriguingly reveals, Popery insists that each of its institutional slaves give up their innermost secrets on a regular basis to the system of Popery, while Freemasonry, on the other hand, insists that each of its own institutional slaves maintain absolute secrecy. Other than this sticking point, it is shocking to see how similar are the institutions of Popery and Freemasonry, as Ronayne brilliantly shows.

It is also intriguing that, at the very end of the book, Ronayne confidently alleges that the “Beast” of the Book of Revelation is nothing less than the institution of Freemasonry itself, while the “Image of the Beast” of the same is indeed Popery. God only knows if this speculative charge is true, but given today’s eschatalogical obsessions with microchips and bar codes and giant computer systems in Brussels, Belgium, wouldn’t it be funny if Ronayne’s older, more primitive eschatalogical surmises proved more true than today’s more tech-savvy End Time pundits?

Finally, no doubt the single most important and portentous line that Ronayne pens occurs when he casually, obliquely conjectures, at about the midpoint of the book, that, should the twin systems of Romanism and Freemasonry ever conjoin, the world would be utterly undone.
For all we know, Ronayne’s bones may be rolling in his grave underground, because that is indeed what has happened since the original publication of this book. The only thing Ronayne probably got wrong was in his greater emphasis on the power of Freemasonry, rather than Romanism, for subsequent history has shown that it was the latter that gobbled up and incorporated the former.

Rating: Δ Δ Δ Δ Δ


A person would be very hard pressed to find a book as professionally bound which nevertheless contained so many grammatical and punctuative errors. Even for an independent publisher one would expect a better job of proofreading than this before sending the thing off to the publisher.

Another weakness of the book is the author’s rather amateurish level of writing.

Notwithstanding these weaknesses this work still could be serviceable as a rather effective primer in exposing the many dangers of the New Age Movement; for there is a quite effective and diverse compilation of facts and quotes in this book which verify the author’s message of spiritual admonition.

Another strong point for this work is that, unlike nearly all other works which seek to expose the hidden dangers of the New Age Movement, this author includes references to the inherent and secret connection between the Vatican and the New Age Movement.
Just–whatever else the author does–take this work back to the proofreader before it goes into a second printing!

If he does that, this book would be twice as effective as it is now. As it now stands, the spelling and other mistakes herein make this appear to be a much more amateur work than it actually is.

Rating: Δ Δ Δ

PELEH by John Ackerman

This is the third in a series of related books by this author, and if this book is any reflection, his work as a whole must surely be some of the most difficult books to review. The reason for this is the author’s illimitable chosen subject matter: John Ackerman seeks to prove nothing less than the following: A) the erroneousness of atheistic uniformitarianism; B) the veracity of the King James Bible; C) the veracity of many accounts in ancient pagan literature such as the Hindu Vedas and early Greek historical and/or mythical accounts. Ackerman’s entire system of proposals builds on the work of Emmanuel Velikovsky in its method of interpreting ancient historical/mythical accounts and then combining those accounts with what we know about astronomy and what we can speculate about astronomy.

Ackerman’s hypotheses, if true, overthrow modern man’s understanding of our galaxy, our understanding of the origin of the planets, etc., etc. Ackerman theorizes that the planets Mars and Venus once had orbital patterns that brought them into closer proximity to the Earth than we find nowadays, and these ancient planetary ”close encounters” caused collossal catastrophes to occur on Earth, but also eventually caused Earth to be rejuvenated in a few ways that would be critical to life forms on Earth.

At times Ackerman’s conjectures seem very compelling indeed; at other times Ackerman seems like he’s stretching the importance of his evidence in order to fit his hypotheses. For this reader, Ackerman’s most persuasive evidence was his use of the geographical evidence of the Earth itself (Example: Ackerman’s explanation for the construction of the Egyptian pyramids makes more sense than anything else ever put forward by anyone calling himself an archaeologist; also, Ackerman’s explanation of the formation of the Saharan, Arabian, and Gobi Deserts is uncannily compelling.) And although this reader appreciated the author’s earnest attempt at fidelity to Scripture, it just does not feel like a strong area of argument for him when he cites Scripture to back up his claims (Example: Necessitating that the “firmament of the heaven” in Genesis is a reference to the ancient “priori-Mars” is pure, unalloyed speculation and nothing more than that).

It is, however, stimulating and, in our materialistic day, most novel, to find a man of science who seeks to remain faithful to the True Word of God while at the same time overthrowing all other mainstream thought constructs of the day as any good iconoclast should. And it is fascinating to note that, if even a majority of Ackerman’s vast claims are accurate, then it accounts for and utterly refutes basically all of the world’s false religions, for it explains that the “gods” which ancient people were worshipping were actually the result of terrifyingly close planetary encounters.

Ultimately, the reason why Ackerman’s work is so hard to review is that, in this, our present fleshly existence on this Earth, it is virtually inconceivable how we should ever prove whether Ackerman’s brobdingnagian speculations are accurate or not. Truly we shall have to wait for Our Lord’s return to find out if Ackerman was a rare God-fearing genius or just some kind of well-intentioned crackpot. Truly also is this work of such a mindboggling and arcane nature that it deserves the adjective “brobdingnagian.”

(Addendum: This reader would be remiss if he did not point out that this work contains two glaring ironies: Here this author has the temerity and, yes, the vision to challenge just about every “scientific” orthodoxy within the fields of modern astronomy and archaeology, but he nevertheless out-of-hand, and quite incongruously, accepts the official claims of N.A.S.A. that the Apollo astronauts actually went to the moon, and he moreover inexplicably seems to be totally unaware of the work of a growing number of legitimate [though maverick, like Ackerman himself] men of science like Dr. Donald DeYoung, Dr. Kent Hovind, Dr. Barry Setterfield, Dr. Robert Gentry, etc., etc., who have called into serious question any and all present methods of dating rocks and fossils. Apparently, visionary iconoclasts are human too, subject to the same withering, distorting effects of propaganda upon truth wherever they are not constantly vigilant against allowing assumptions to creep into their belief systems.)

Rating: Δ Δ Δ Δ


REVIEW: New Age = Nazi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow! How dare New Agers point a finger at Christianity as having ANYthing to do with Nazism!!!–a thing they always are wont to do, mind you. Of course only an extremely unknowledgable person would do that, but isn’t the world full of them? Hey, I’m telling you, you finish reading this book, the massive grocery list of similarities between the New Age movement and the Nazi movement will be so clear, you’ll want to excoriate the next New Age hippy who dares point a finger at Christianity and refer to the hackneyed Hitler argument. Sorry, New Agers, but Hitler was one of yours. Read and learn, read and learn. Cumbey deals New Age a deathblow in this book, at least in the minds of those New Agers willing to stray from their guru long enough to read this thing. Now, having said all that, is Ms. Cumbey giving us the whole truth here?–No. Is she holding back information in order to protect a certain “mystery babylon” of her own which she serves?–I believe so. But I’ll let Eric Phelps fill you in on the details about that. Go to http://www.vaticanassassins.org. It’s all there.

Rating: Δ Δ Δ Δ Δ


REVIEW: Superficial pamphlet promoting the pagan god of masonry

This little pamphlet of a book reads like it was written by either a blue lodge mason bucking for a promotion, or an advanced degree mason careful not to give too many secrets away to the “uninitiated.” This Ovason guy deals with notoriously Luciferian symbols with about as much depth and honesty as a winking mason might. The breadth of the symbols of the dollar bill are discussed, but nowhere at much depth, and this helps Ovason in his constant superficial and disingenuous attempts to link masonry with Christianity. At last on the closing page of the book, Ovason let’s in a tiny ray of truth in his glowing report of pagan symbolism, when he (finally!) reveals, albeit extremely briefly, that the all-seeing eye was actually historically representative of the Egyptian sun deity Horus…but then Ovason subtley slips back into craftspeak by bogusly reiterating, without explanation as is his method, that, nowadays the all-seeing eye represents “God.” Yeah, sure. Ovason’s god. His masonic “Great Architect of the Universe.” Sure, I’ll buy that. But this pagan promoter, like the mormons and so many other cult-sellers, implies a connection with the God of the bible, and that’s just plain deceitful. I wish I would have known this was a book written by a salesman of masonry; I would never have wasted my dollar in buying it (I bought it used). I learned nothing knew from this. What struck me most is what this booklet did NOT reveal about the symbols, and that was a lot, judging from stuff I’ve read from more scholarly approaches than this one. No wonder this was so short. It couldn’t have been easy for Ovason to speak of such deep and pagan and arcane symbology in such superficial terms for very long. So he didn’t.

Rating: Don’t bother

THE JESUS MYSTERIES by Timothy Freke and Peter Gandy

REVIEW: This is exactly what Paul and John were up against…

Wow, there’s so much; where should I begin? Well, for starters, let me say that the authors of this work are operating under three or four fundamental and critical errors of belief: 1) They assume that the bible version they are citing is the equivalent of the AV, or authorized text (it isn’t); 2) They assume that “Catholic” is equivalent to Christian (it isn’t); 3) They assume automatically that the account of history recorded in the Book of Genesis is not correct (we’ll talk about that later); 4) They are very selective about which historical figures they choose to assume never existed (Jesus Christ, of whom much is written), and which ones they choose to assume did exist (Celsus, the linchpin to their list of pagan references, of whom little is written, and none of his written works even exist any longer). Yes, they are very arbitrary indeed about whom they will historically “grant life” to, these modern-day rehashers of old Gnosticism.
And that is all this is, mind you: a rehashing of the same exact false religion that the New Testament writers fought against and warned about. What I did appreciate about this book was how it allowed me to better appreciate what guys like the apostles John and Paul were up against: I mean, man, this Gnosticism is slick, all right. I gotta give it that.

What we’re given throughout this work is the same old lie that the serpent told Eve in the Garden of Eden, that same old New Age lie that’s being thrown around by the likes of Shirley MacLaine, et al: “You too can be a god!” Yes, of course.

Look, let’s talk about #1 of which I have mentioned above: In the English language, the True Word of God Bible “version” is the King James and the lineage of Bibles that led up to the King James, including the Tyndale, Geneva, Coverdale, Greek, etc. Most other bible versions out there right now are counterfeits (NKJV, NIV, NASB, RSV, ESV, Living, etc.). Sound crazy? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Until I actually did my homework into this area with an open mind. Try reading NEW AGE BIBLE VERSIONS by Gail Riplinger. She documents how ALL other modern versions of the bible are based on minority corrupt texts which were maladjusted to fit New Age agendas by a small and elite cabal of Victorian Age English theosophists. Or read WHICH BIBLE? by David Otis Fuller, or AN UNDERSTANDABLE HISTORY OF THE BIBLE by Dr. Samuel Gipp. Or many others. So anytime the authors of this book quote the bible, they are NOT quoting the true bible, which is why they are able to buttress their Gnostic agenda by it. It ain’t Scripture they are quoting. It’s theosophy packaged as Scripture.

Okay, now for #2: These pagan authors assume that Catholicism is the equivalent of Christianity which, if these authors had just read actual CHRISTIAN sources, rather than their own preferred and skewed selection of pagan sources posing as Christian, then these authors would never have made such a mistake. Try reading “The Two Babylons” by Alexander Hislop. It was written over 90 years ago. It is widely regarded as one of the 10 most significant Christian books ever written. But do these authors cite it? No. Are these authors completely ignorant of it? Quite evidently so. For Hislop proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that Roman Catholicism IS but a rehashing of the old Babylonian Mystery Religion. So everytime these authors think they are on to something significant, some amazing parallel between Christianity and paganism, nearly always they are merely talking about Roman Catholicism, not true Christianity. To write about a subject such as this, and yet to be so ignorant of such an author as Hislop, or so many other notable Christian works which would fly cogently in the face of their argument–indeed, destroy their arguments outright–is to evince an egregiously one-sided education.
Okay, #3 now: If you assume that the Book of Genesis is fiction, then you can write whatever you want, as these authors clearly have. But if–just imagine if–this assumption too of these authors is wrong, and Genesis really is human history (as I could show you convincingly it is, given more space), then the minority of legitimate parallels which these authors present showing a connection between pagan mystery worship and true Christianity (discarding all the parallels merely to Roman Catholicism) is easily explained by what happened at the Fall of Mankind in the Garden of Eden: God gave a quite specific prophecy directly to the two antecedents of all mankind, as recorded in Genesis 3:15. And, what happened after that is easily explainable: those prophecies were talked about and remembered among peoples for many generations, although, like all oral traditions, they got warped over time: Instead of looking for and reverencing the Coming Savior, the Holy and Unique Product of a singular coming “Virgin Birth,” pagan peoples began the worship of the “Virgin” herself–something we see in Roman Catholicism, and these other gnostic knock-offs, but which we do NOT find in True Christianity. This pagan Babylonian Mystery Religion achieved its seminal period under the ancient autocrat Nimrod and his licentious and cunning queen, Semiramis. And it is worth repeating: What we see in Roman Catholicism, and what we see in so many other tributary New Age-type religions, is but the lingering hazy hangover of that great and ancient pagan Babylonian religion. The bible, as well as Hislop, speaks much about this. This is all ignored by these authors, of course. True Christianity is something entirely different than what these authors present; it goes right over the heads of these polemic, tabloid-ish writer/researchers, because that’s exactly how they want it to go. No amount of proof will redirect those who want to stay lost.

Another old argument which would seem to devastate the thesis of this book–but which, again, these authors appear entirely ignorant of–was the one put forward so often by that master thinker of the 20th century, C.S. Lewis. He spoke much about certain similarities between the pagan mystery religions and Christianity, and he gave credit to these pagan cults for having appreciated a certain modicum of spiritual truth. For him (as well as myself), the fact that these pagan cults were on to the same thing only further validated True Christianity. For Lewis posed the question, far more than once in his writings: “Wherein do we see the FULFILLMENT of all these notions of a Savior coming to Earth and dying in order to save fallen man?” The answer to Lewis was obvious. It’s obvious to me as well.

But then, I would never invalidate the life of the literal Christ (a peculiarly MODERN argument if there ever was one), while trusting in the existence of this shadowy, nebulous “Celsus” person. You want to talk about shaky ground? There’s shaky ground for you. Boy are these guys desperate. It shows in the way they recklessly, selectively, illogically pick and choose who they are going to believe in as having really existed. In closing, may I add that the language of these authors is NOT the language of scholars, but the language of polemic tabloid journalists. Which concerns me, because in today’s dumbed-down society, that’s exactly where most people are at, mentally. Moreover, these authors are not above outright disingenuousness: When attempting to discredit the Jewish historian Josephus’s reference to Christ as proof for Christ’s literal existence, these authors imply that they have just discovered some incredible fact about how Josephus himself never referred to Jesus, it was but a later addition after the fact by some or other deceitful Christian scribe; the problem with this is just this: it is widely accepted already among true scholars that a few of these references in Josephus may very well have been faked; however, it is also widely accepted among these same scholars, virtually without exception, scholars on both sides of this issue (including the very scholar that these authors reference!) that most of the references to Jesus in the writings of Josephus appear to be genuinely Josephus. These authors fail to tell the reader that. They make out like they’ve stumbled onto something grand here. Yeah, right. Indeed, the driving method of scholarship evinced by these authors throughout this work appears to be nothing more than rampant speculation. Again: Tabloid, I say.

God help these authors on Judgment Day for leading people astray. It will be more tolerable for Sodom and Gomorrah on That Day, than it will be for these guys, unless they repent of what they have done.

I could go on and on. I took notes. Like how they tried to make a case that Paul was a gnostic. Holy smokes. That one was so easy to refute I won’t even comment. Folks, read the works I have cited above. Better yet, read the New Testament, in the KING JAMES VERSION of the Bible. I read this book on a dare from a New Age friend of mine. A friend who is lost. I shall continue to pray for her. Jesus lived. And He’s coming back, maybe in your lifetime, maybe not. But either way, you’ve got an appointment with Him. He died for you; if only you will repent and ask Him into your life now, humbly, sincerely. Jesus Christ did the rest, painfully, and with a lot of singularly innocent Blood. I speak to the unsaved. The saved already know it.

Rating: Don’t Bother