APURON'S FAUSTIAN VACUITY..."THE AGAT BOYS"...AND MT. 13.42

From the outset of this endeavor, which over the last four years has come to be known as "JungleNation," those who needed to keep the evil in this diocese hidden have sleeplessly endeavored to do so...and "endeavored to do so" translates into: 

SHUT TIM ROHR DOWN! 

In fact, it was the viciousness and sheer evil of their satanic efforts is what convinced me that I was on to something...though in the beginning...I did not know what. 

The undercurrent of evil in this diocese was never far below the surface. But so long as it remained below the surface, even if still very near it, the evil could continue - continue to rot out the faith from within: the abomination of desolation...right in the temple...right where Jesus said it would be. 

It wasn't long after I came to this place in 1987 that I first felt this "something wrong." I was invited to a party at St. Francis parish in Yona. The party was behind the school (before it blew down in Omar) near the cliff line. 

Being on Guam only a month or two, I didn't know anybody. But I clearly remember seeing Apuron. And I remember what felt like a sudden sickness. There was a sense of coldness. There was something wrong here. There was something very wrong here. 

And yet nearly 30 years would pass before I would (be asked to) confront it. 

Throughout the years, whenever I crossed paths with Apuron, I did my best to ignore that feeling of cold steel in my soul. There was this "vacuity," which others have also described to me. 

In the late 2000's I had several private meetings with Apuron (at my request) due to my willingness to do what no one else was willing to do: engage the culture, first through a Catholic bookstore, then my mostly-alone activism opposing Guam's scandalously permissive abortion laws, and then the absurd attack on marriage. 

I remember one particular meeting, alone with Apuron, at which I put all my misgivings and past sickness about him aside, and tried to believe in the efficacy of his office. 

It was during the time of my activism in opposing the same-sex union legislation. 

My very public activism had provoked a particular personal hardship at home, and I was desperate for help. Privately I told him of my dilemma, believing in the ex opere operato aspect of his episcopal office.  

But there was nothing. In fact, there was less than nothing.

After relating my private challenge to this person, sitting behind the episcopal desk, I felt that same coldness from that moment almost 30 years earlier. I left his office shaken...but determined to do the right thing anyway. 

And the right thing, I did. And quite ALONE. 

The legislation was withdrawn. But it was a very costly battle. It was a lesson in the cost of "truth." 

Fast forward to 2013. I was invited to a secret meeting. 

I was told no one was to know who was at the meeting. I was told that there never was a meeting. It was July, 2013. I was shown a letter from Apuron to Fr. Gofigan. 

At the end of the letter Apuron stated "resign or face a more arduous and painful closure to your assignment." The letter was dated July 16, 2013.

The awareness of "something wrong) that night on the Yona cliff in 1987 had been buttressed by nearly three decades of revelations of people who knew Apuron. 

Certain "people" who knew Apuron, for whatever reason, would sometimes tell me, and this is where I first heard the words "the Agat boys." 

It was all very abstract. There was a hesitancy. There was a dread. There was a calculation of "the cost" of divulging what they knew. 

Still...at that meeting in 2013, I had no inkling that it would lead to what it has since led to. 

"Did you hear what happened to Fr. Paul?"...I was asked. 

"No," I replied. I hardly knew Fr. Paul. And what's more, I hardly cared. 

But when I read Apuron's July 16, 2013 letter to "Fr. Paul" stating "...or face a more arduous and painful closure to your assignment..." I knew that those were NOT the words of Anthony S. Apuron. 

Those were the words of a former Communist turned Catechist, transcribed into a letter by the dutiful, Lurchian scribe...David C. Quitugua, in other words, the people who really ran things...or more specifically....the people who "ran" Apuron. 

TO BE CONTINUED.

By way of a postscript...I am well aware that many know of the attack on me by certain members of my own family. It's nothing new to me. I was aware of it 2 years ago. I knew that the Kiko's had breeched my family. But what the Kiko's don't know is that I am not like them. What they don't know is that I ABSOLUTELY know the true meaning of Christ's words Mt 10:34:

Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man's foes shall be they of his own household. 

He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me. He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.

I was willing to pay the price from the outset...and I am willing to pay it now. I have but one Judge to answer to.