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Vatican Intervention

Andrew Lee Sullivan

Copyright (C) 2016 Andrew Lee Sullivan

Layout Copyright (C) 2016 by Creativia

Published 2016 by Creativia

eBook design by Creativia (www.creativia.org)

Cover art by http://www.thecovercollection.com/

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

Acknowledgments

Thanks mom for the dozen writing books shipped to Ukraine. They helped me make the shift from expository to narrative writing. May you rest in peace. Dan, your concise advice and orientation launched me in the right direction. Showdon't tell. After two opening chapters stuffed in the garbage, I finally got it, I think. I'm grateful to all my friends, ex-members of Miles Jesu, who helped my memory and enriched my understanding. I appreciate the many hours of interviews, scribbled notes, and laughs. Brian Porter, your proficiency and affability blessed the memoir with a straightforward and pleasant editorial experience. Last but not least, thank you Olha for your unwavering years of encouragement. More than once I felt like giving up. You were always there for me.

Dedication

I'd like to dedicate my memoir to the members of Miles Jesu, past, present, and future. I pray that my testimony may advance healing and inner growth. May love abound. May the truth set us free.

Introduction

This is a true story. It's pieced together from my memories, letters, a personal journal, critical documents and thirty-two interviews of thirteen witnesses. It took seven years, a mountain of crumpled papers, and an estimated twenty-five hundred cups of coffee to complete. Human life squeezed my writing into hardly workable time slots before the crack of dawn.

These pages recount the turning point of my life in Rome, Italy. The cult. The entrapment. The implosion of love. The Vatican whistleblowing. I didn't fudge the time line, nor compress multiple events into fabrications, nor create composite characters except for a single instance. No. Here's the real story, as ugly, improbable, and beautiful as it gets.

Nonetheless, I weaved in some misdirection surrounding identities. Eighty-three names appear: forty-nine real, thirty-four pseudo. A handful of names required some biographical muddying. Two pseudo names demanded a high degree of biographical fiction. They didn't want any possibility of recognition. Their livelihood demanded anonymity. A secondary character was removed from the text altogether.

Granted literary wiggle room, the scenes and especially words of significant conversations represent reality. Because the memory has inherent limits I often consulted others to assure accuracy. There were a few instances when memories clashed. Luckily these didn't touch upon matters of importance and I simply followed my own recollections. The bottom line: I've gone through great lengths to tell a true story, faithful to external facts and reflective of my sincere inner journey.

Chapter One

Midnight, a few blocks from the Vatican, a city bus idled at the stop below my open window. I tossed and turned, trying to get some sleep at the Casa del Clero. More noise. Someone knocked loud enough to demand my attention, but careful enough to avoid the notice of other hotel room guests.

My roused mind raced to identify the cause of the intrusion. I knew who panted in the corridor. Gelson, you're so predictable! I finally made you jump, at least for damage control. Why did I have to threaten to expose everything to the Vicariate to salvage my emotional health? Stupid! Why did I let anyone know my whereabouts!

Father Sullivan. Father Sullivan!

Yes. What do you want?

It's Father Gelson with your brother, Anthony.

Peeling away the covers, planting my feet on a cold marble floor, I shook my head and massaged my face.

It's not a good time to talk, I yelled. Father Marcus Gelson was the superior of my Catholic religious community. Anthony Sullivan, my younger brother, a twenty-three year community member stood next to him.

Gelson plowed ahead.

Andy, just let us in. It won't take long.

A cornered animal panics. It vacillates between escape or attack, until one mode of survival yields to the other. Terror rushed through my body as I reluctantly moved to the door and reached for the knob.

The door swung inward; Father Gelson looked tired, his handsome New Orleans face strained by impossible responsibilities.

Hello Father Sullivan. How are you? I just learned of your situation, he lied, then embraced me with a strained smile and kiss. The pungent stink of cigarettes enveloped me. Anthony slipped in. I grumbled something and arranged a few chairs. It felt like vultures had landed.

Gelson sat down and faced me.

Since it wasn't possible for Rick to come I thought you wouldn't mind if your brother Anthony came along.

Anthony just sat there, silent. Rick Wolowicz, a pharmacist community member was on my side of the fight.

That's fine, I said.

But it wasn't fine at all, as if I really had a choice in the matter. Why pull Anthony into this? Underneath the pleasantries a power play manipulated the encounter. Rick would defend me. But where was he? Anthony's presence reinforced Gelson's position. My brother accepted innocently the role of a malleable witness to everything Gelson would say. Anthony would back him up and lend credence to each critical statement. I'd been through it all. I knew how to play the game. My blood brother's presence aimed at swaying me and I felt sorry for his exploitation.

The element of surprise also played to their advantage. Why visit me in the middle of the night when my mind fumbled in the dark? Anthony knew that as a morning person I hardly functioned at night.

Andy, you said you might want to record our meeting. Anthony brought a tape recorder if we need it. With a slight nod of the head, Anthony acknowledged the fact, ready to record. But I'd mentioned recording a meeting with Rick present, precisely to document an objective voice of opposition.

No, that's okay. We don't need to record anything.

If Gelson offered to record the meeting, it wouldn't need documenting. I was tired and didn't think straight.

Getting down to business, Father Gelson reached into the breast pocket of his slick suit coat and whipped out a twice-folded sheet of paper. Looking me in the eyes, he handed it to me.

Here, maybe this is the best way to start. Go ahead and read this first. Not missing a beat, he kept talking. We already discussed your needs and don't want you to come back to live in community.

Trying to sound compassionate, he drew out these last words. He repeated them, wrapped them in silence, and hoped for maximum impact.

Cushioned with a sympathetic opening and closing, the core of the letter spelled out Gelson's position. It reassured me of financial support upon the condition that I live with another community member, wherever that may be. Otherwise, I'd be considered illegitimately absent and the community no longer financially responsible for me. Besides, it required that I allow the community to participate in my diagnosis and treatment.

I'd appealed to Father Gelson for material support with a hand delivered letter. His response came from Father Joey Kroll, a general government advisor and friend, I thought. The letter lacked both official letterhead and a signature. It hardly nurtured trust.

After I finished reading, I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the floor, anticipating the complementary pitch. Marcus broke the silence.

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