jak.themothmanprophecies-第45节
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ly many other places that I never learned about。 Unlisted phones were no protection。 Were these calls the work of the CIA； as so many of the UFO enthusiasts believed？ They seemed too pointless and expensive to be the work of the government。
After the UFO convention in June； Princess Moon Owl faded away； just as I had suspected she would。 Aside from the single interview on WBAB； she had not been given any publicity。 But in late August she was phoning UFO enthusiasts again； showering them with predictions 。。。 all largely silly。 Then； unexpectedly； she became respectable。 She traveled around Long Island handing out money； usually less than twenty…five dollars； to people in need。 The entertainment editor of the Long Island newspaper News…day； Bob Nickland； told me he received 〃over twenty…five phone calls〃 in September describing the Princess's good deeds。 Long John Nebel phoned me to see if I knew how I could get in touch with her so he could interview her on his radio show。 I told both men that I smelled a large rat 。。。 a blatant bid for publicity。
The noble princess was the least of my worries。 I was like a general advising a dozen deeply troubled contactees and trying to guide them through the games they were caught up in。 One woman in Brooklyn was searching for a mysterious crucifix that seemed to have special meaning to the entities。 It was like the search for the Holy Grail。 A man on Long Island was frantically making preparations for the big evacuation。 He even traveled to a secret underground flying saucer base； in a black Cadillac with a dashboard festooned with flashing colored lights； where he participated in a 〃dry run。〃 Other normal human beings were present； he said； and manned various kinds of equipment to municate with the rescue spaceships somewhere overhead。 〃Funny thing； John；〃 he mused； 〃all the equipment was manufactured by Western Electric； Hallicrafters； and other U。S。 panies。〃
One woman told me she had been flown to another planet where she was placed in a huge glass hospital and examined by a great eyelike machine。 Her hosts told her they were 〃copying〃 her insides。
I knew from my lengthy interviews and examinations that none of these people were run…of…the…mill kooks or schizophrenics。 And I was impressed that many of their experiences were interrelated even though they were scattered geographically and not one of them knew any of the others。 The entities adopted a system of code names； giving each contactee a biblical name。 I was the only one who knew which name applied to which contactee。 They would tell Contactee A in New Jersey to give me a message or piece of advice about Contactee B who lived in Connecticut。 Contactee A wouldn't have the faintest notion of what they were talking about。
Another trick was to use certain key phrases。 When a contactee whispered to me； 〃Do you know that cancer is contagious？；〃 I knew he or she had been talking to this one set of entities。
Then there were those damned synchronized events。
The contactees stopped talking about the pope's fate。 They were concerned now about an 〃EM effect〃 scheduled for sometime in December。 All of them said it would happen in the middle of the month and would affect a large part of the United States。 It was going to be a massive power failure。
On September 24； Jaye P。 Paro received a phone call from a man claiming to be on the city desk at Newsday。 He told her that Princess Moon Owl was going to visit WBAB that afternoon and he was sending a photographer to get a picture of the two of them together。 Miss Paro went to the radio station and waited all afternoon but neither the princess nor the photographer showed up。
But； curiously； a photographer did turn up in Point Pleasant； West Virginia； at the home of Linda Scarberry。 He was very tall； wore a black suit； had a heavy 〃sunburn；〃 and wanted to take pictures of Linda's 〃family。〃 She and Roger had no children but she was very pregnant at the time。 She refused his offer and phoned her mother in a panic after he left。 Something about the man just hadn't seemed right。。。
The next morning Linda woke up to find one of her eyes was swollen shut。
All of the madness of this period came together in a single case revolving around a young woman whom I shall call Shirley。 She lived in Seaford； Long Island； a town that enjoyed a brief moment of fame several years ago when it became the center of a widely publicized poltergeist case。 Shirley and her husband were separated and she lived alone with her small child。
At 3 P。M。 on the afternoon of September 26； she heard a loud humming sound outside her house； which was in an isolated； wooded area。 She looked out the window and saw a silver disc…shaped object hovering about one hundred feet in the air。 It seemed to be perfectly smooth with no visible windows or doors。 While she was staring at it her doorbell rang。 When she answered she found 〃an Indian woman〃 standing there。 This woman was about five foot nine inches； dark…skinned 〃but not Negro；〃 dressed in a long gray gown that reached her feet and was made from some…shimmering material。
〃Hello； Pat；〃 the woman said。
〃You must have the wrong house； my name isn't Pat；〃 Shirley replied。 Unknown to Shirley； Pat was another of my long list of silent contactees。
〃I'm sorry 。。。 I meant Shirley；〃 the woman corrected herself； a reassuring grin fixed on her dark； pointed face。 〃Could I have some salt？ I must take a pill。〃
Shirley thought this was very peculiar。 She had no idea that another contactee was involved in a game which required her to buy large quantities of salt； transport it to Mount Misery； and leave it in a field for the space people in the belief that salt was an essential part of their diet。
She went and got a box of salt and handed it to the woman who took a large handful and swallowed it。 Then she thanked Shirley and walked away into the bushes。 There was a loud humming sound； louder than before； and Shirley saw the silver disc rise up and shoot off into the sky。 An hour or so later Shirley had an attack of nausea。
When I interviewed her I found her to be a sweet； if somewhat homely； young lady； not very bright； and certainly not imaginative enough to manufacture the things that were to happen later。
A lonely woman living in a lonely place； separated from her husband； perfect fodder for the games the nonpeople loved to play。
Her birthday was September 6。
Following that first visit； Shirley repeatedly heard a baby crying when her own child was sleeping peacefully。
The woman returned on September 30； asking for more salt。 She identified herself as Cloe （the name of a character in one of my uncelebrated novels） and warned Shirley to lock all her doors and windows that night。 This time no UFO was visible。
Later that evening； Jaye P。 Paro phoned me to tell me that she had just had a narrow escape。 While she was walking along a road near Mount Misery； a black Cadillac had roared out of the darkness and e within inches of running her down。 All its lights were out and it disappeared quickly into the darkness。 She was very upset。
Shortly after Jaye hung up； Shirley called in a very nervous state。 A large black car was parked outside her house； she said； and two men pletely dressed in black； with broad…brimmed black hats and turtleneck sweaters； were setting up a camera。 At first she thought they were priests。
〃They're taking pictures of my house！〃 she exclaimed。 〃Now why would anyone want to do that？ At night yet！〃
The camera they were using had a large bright red light attached to it。
〃Don't look at that light；〃 I advised sternly。
〃Do you think I should call the police？〃
〃I'm afraid taking a picture is no crime。 They'd probably laugh at you。〃
〃They're getting back in the car。 You know； its headlights are out。 I don't know how they can see。 They're driving off。〃
While I was talking to Shirley； Mary Hyre was trying to call me from West Virginia。 She finally called Dan Drasin and asked him to get in touch with me as soon as my line was free。 I called her back and she told me she had just had a frightening encounter with a black Cadillac。 While she was walking down the deserted Main Street （the sidewalks roll up about 7 P。M。）； a car driven 〃by a very large man〃 pulled away from the curb and slowly followed her。 She walked to her own car and the Cadillac slowly went around a corner。 She got into her car and went looking for the stranger。
〃I was heading out to Route 62 when I saw it again；〃 she said 〃It headed straight for me。 I pulled over as far as I could and it almost ran right into me。 It was the same car 。。。 but now there were three men in it。 I could see that one of them was wearing glasses 。。。 like those sunglasses that wrap around your head。 I've never seen any of them in Point Pleasant before。 What do you suppose they were trying to prove？〃
〃I think they were trying to prove something to me； Mary；〃 I answered slowly。 〃I'm sure they didn't mean you any harm。〃
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