# 10 - A SERIOUS REPORT ON BLESSED CASTELLO, O.P.

# 10 - A SERIOUS REPORT ON BLESSED CASTELLO O.P.

IN PURSUIT OF THE TRUTH - HTTP://WWW.CINOPSBEGONEBLOGSPOT,COM - THURS. JAN. 7, 2020

 

THE LIFE OF BLESSED MARGARET CASTELLO, O.P. (1287-1320)

    Father William R. Bonneville O.P. Tan Books, Carolina 2016, Chapter 3, p.14-15

 

    "Gemma was bewildered, "I simply cannot believe it! The Padre has always been such timorous little man." 

    "But wait! The worst is yet to come. Parisio bellowed that Margaret would remain where she was, and he added, "If you don't mind your own business. I'll rip the tongue out of your head!" I thought that thread would silence the Padre. Instead he invoked the wrath of God upon Parisio and his wife!"

 

    Gemma grew white and hastily made the Sign of the Cross. It seemed to her that some terrible malignant presence had taken possession of the castle, and for a while her lips moved in silent prayer. Then in a low voice she said: "Leonardo, I am worried about Margaret. To be cast out like that- to know that her parents despise her -And she is not strong; if she has to stay in that wretched damp cell, I am afraid her health will give way."

    "I am more concerned about her mind than about her health. It would have been better for her to have been subnormal mentally as well as physically." "Leonardo! remonstrated his wife. How can you say a thing like that!" "If her mind were not developed, Gemma, she would not be too sensitive to pain. About as you know, she has an extraordinary intelligence; that means she will suffer all the more from physical pain - not to mention how her heart must ache for her parent's love ... It means that, as she gets older she will suffer intensely from the knowledge of what she is being deprived of in life!"

    

    "Perhaps she already knows that," hinted his wife. "No, dear, she does not. I once knew a blind woman who told me that when she was little she thought all children were blind like herself. She was twelve years old before she learned the truth."

    "I was not going to tell you this, Leonardo, but Margaret already knows she is abnormal," Gemma interposed resolutely. "But that is not possible. What makes you think so?" "One day I kissed her and told her how much I loved her. She asked me, wondering. "But how can you? My babbo and mamma told me no one could love me because I am a freak!" "Gemma! That is incredible!"

 

    "I am willing you just what the child said. Margaret then asked what was a freak, and they told her that other children were not blind, or midgets, or lame, or hunchbacked, that she was all these things, and, she was all these things, and, to top it all, she was ugly as sin!" The soldier grew white with rage. In a loud, angry voice: Gemma, terrified, clapped her hand over his mouth.

 

    "Hush, dear! Hush! Suppose someone should hear you!" As if in response to her warning, there came an insistent rapping at the door. The knight arose and strode across the room. he unbarred and opened the door. "Oh!" he exclaimed in relief. "It is you, Padre, Come in." 

    As the priest entered, he remarked with a faint smile, "I heard loud talking, so I knew you had not yet gone to bed." As Leonardo rebarred the door, the priest placed his lantern on a bench and crossed the room to a seat near the hearth. The knight sat beside him and said in a low voice:

       "We are speaking about little Margaret." The priest nodded. "Tell me, Father," continued the soldier, "did you know that her parents have revealed to her how much she differs from a normal child. "Yes, I have known it for some time," was the quiet reply. "They would have shown more mercy," muttered the knight, "if they had cut the child's throat."

    "Father, what is going to become of the poor creature?" asked Lady Gemma. "Her afflictions cut her off from the rest of her fellow beings even more than her prison walls do. She knows that she can never live the normal life of a woman. She will not be able to marry and have a home of her own. She  knows that she is not wanted. What a horrible future lies before her! Mark my words, Father one day that unhappy girl will go insane."

 

    "That is very likely," agreed her husband. "Either she will lose her mind, or, if she lives, she will become a bitterly unhappy creature, hating herself and every human being." George H. Kubeck