jak.themothmanprophecies-第42部分

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　　The　strangest　part　of　this　episode　was　my　tape　recording　of　our　conversation　that　afternoon。　We　had　an　excellent　connection　with　none　of　the　usual　interference。　Ivan's　voice　on　the　tape　came　through　loud　and　clear。　But　each　time　the　woman　spoke　to　me　on　the　same　phone　and　same　line　there　was　heavy　static　on　the　tape　drowning　out　her　voice　pletely！　Yet　we　did　not　hear　any　static　at　all　while　we　were　talking。
　　
　　Later　Ivan　theorized　that　the　putty　had　been　used　to　hold　wires　forming　the　antenna　to　a　small　electronic　homing　device。　The　man　in　the　panel　truck　had　gone　to　elaborate　lengths　to　remove　the　device；　Ivan　speculated。
　　
　　After　this　incident　I　began　to　have　more　problems　with　recording　phone　conversations。　Whenever　a　contactee　or　mystery　voice　would　call；　the　tape　would　just　contain　static。　I　switched　to　another；　better　recorder　but　the　problem　persisted。　Even　portions　of　conversations　with　Mary　Hyre　were　drowned　in　static　when　she　was　discussing　some　of　the　more　mysterious　events　in　Point　Pleasant。　Somebody　was　not　only　able　to　manipulate　my　phone　but　also　my　tape　recorder！　（*）　
　　
　　
　　
　　＇*＇　Dr。　Berthold　Schwarz；　a　deputy　police　officer　in　Pennsylvania；　and　several　other　investigators　have　had　similar　problems　with　their　tape　recorders。　Even　former　President　Nixon　had　trouble　with　his　tape　recorder。　
　　
　　　
　　
　　II
　　
　　After　many　freakish　phone　conversations　and　exchanges　of　letters　to　nonexistent　addresses；　I　had　a　definite　date　for　the　big　December　〃EM　effect。〃　It　was　scheduled　for　December　15。　By　this　time　Mr。　Apol　had　assumed　a　definite　personality。　He　was　as　real　to　me　as　Cold　was　to　Derenberger；　although　I　would　never　meet　him。　I　studied　his　psychology；　his　quick　temper；　his　mischievous　sense　of　humor。　I　argued　with　him　on　the　phone；　sometimes　for　two　or　three　hours　at　a　stretch。　And　I　felt　sorry　for　him。　It　became　apparent　that　he　really　did　not　know　who　or　what　he　was。　He　was　a　prisoner　of　our　time　frame。　He　often　confused　the　past　with　the　future。　I　gathered　that　he　and　all　his　fellow　entities　found　themselves　transported　backward　and　forward　in　time　involuntarily；　playing　out　their　little　games　because　they　were　programed　to　do　so；　living…or　existing…only　so　long　as　they　could　feed　off　the　energy　and　minds　of　mediums　and　contactees。　I　could　ask　him　any　kind　of　obscure…question　and　receive　an　instant　and　accurate　answer；　perhaps　because　my　own　mind　was　being　tapped　just　like　my　telephone。　Where　was　my　mother's　father　born？　Cameron　Mills；　New　York；　of　course。　Where　had　I　misplaced　my　stopwatch？　Look　in　the　shoebox　in　the　upper　right…hand　corner　of　the　bedroom　closet　（it　was　there）。
　　
　　On　the　weekend　of　October　7…8；　1967；　my　phone　stopped　ringing。　My　contactees　and　their　friends　did　not　call。　The　sudden　silence　was　unnerving。　But　on　Monday　the　ninth；　they　all　began　to　check　in；　and　they　all　told　me　identical　stories。　They　recalled　nothing　except　brief　glimpses　of　some　kind　of　hospital。　Shirley　said　she　went　to　sleep　Thursday　night　and　did　not　wake　up　again　until　Monday　morning。　Her　baby　was　in　his　crib；　happy　and　well　cared　for。　Nothing　in　her　house　was　disturbed。　She　mentioned　that　her　feet　were　sore　and　her　legs　ached　as　if　she　had　done　a　lot　of　walking。　All　she　could　remember　was　visiting　a　large　structure　made　of　red　glass。　Jane；　too；　remembered　a　red…glass　building　filled　with　strange　beings　in　white　coats；　like　doctors；　who　were　examining　lines　of　earth　people；　all　of　whom　moved　like　robots　apparently　in　a　drugged　state。
　　
　　Beneath　all　the　hallucinatory　nonsense　I　could　now　perceive　the　roots　of　many　of　the　ufological　legends。　A　surprising　number　of　contactees　were　orphans　and　through　them　the　whole　〃hybrid〃　concept　was　launched。　They　were　told　that　their　parentage　was　a　cross　between　terrestrial　and　extraterrestrial；　that　slowly　more　and　more　earthly　women　were　being　impregnated　by　spacemen　and　eventually　the　whole　planet　would　be　populated　with　a　hybrid　race。　Some　of　the　games　I　was　involved　in　were　obviously　designed　to　convince　me　of　the　reality　of　this　crossbreeding　experiment。　But　I　knew　it　was　just　an　updated　version　of　the　biblical　begatting　theme　when　the　〃sons　of　God　went　into　the　daughters　of　men。〃
　　
　　I　noted　that　as　soon　as　my　attitude　toward　a　game　changed；　the　entities　switched　to　a　new　game。　My　pregnant　contactees　suddenly　became　unpregnant。
　　
　　I　was　more　concerned　with　squeezing　accurate　predictions　for　the　future　out　of　my　mysterious　friends。　The　dollar；　I　was　told；　would　soon　be　devalued。　（It　wasn't　devalued　until　years　later。）　Red　China　would　be　admitted　to　the　United　Nations　（correct；　but　it　seemed　very　unlikely　in　1967）。　Robert　Kennedy　should　〃stay　out　of　hotels〃　（？）。　Man　should　not　attempt　to　go　to　the　moon　（they　were　apoplectic　over　our　space　program）。　I　would　soon　be　moving　to　a　new　apartment　on　the　ground　floor　of　a　building　north　of　the　United　Nations。　（This　also　seemed　very　unlikely　in　1967；　but　a　year　later　I　did　find　a　ground…floor　apartment　in　upper　Manhattan　and　moved。）
　　
　　In　addition　to　the　continuing　warnings　about　the　December　power　blackout；　the　entities　now　began　to　tell　me　about　a　terrible　forthing　disaster　on　the　Ohio　River。　Many　people　would　die；　they　said。　They　implied　that　one　of　the　factories　along　the　Ohio　would　blow　up。　On　November　3；　1967；　I　wrote　to　Mary　Hyre　and　told　her：　〃I　have　reason　to　suspect　there　may　soon　be　a　disaster　in　the　Point　Pleasant　area　which　will　not　be　related　to　the　UFO　mystery。　A　plant　along　the　river　may　either　blow　up　or　burn　down。　Possibly　the　navy　installation　in　Pt。　Pleasant　will　be　the　center　of　such　a　disaster。　A　lot　of　people　may　be　hurt　。。。。　Don't　even　hint　to　anybody　anything　about　this。〃
　　
　　（The　naval　installation　was　a　fenced…in　area　in　Point　Pleasant；　facing　the　river　and　tightly　guarded。　The　men　who　worked　there　were　sworn　to　secrecy；　but　during　my　first　visit　it　only　took　me　a　few　days　to　find　out　what　was　going　on　there。　I　am　not　going　to　reveal　any　national　secrets　here；　but　my　private　conclusion　was　that　some　admiral　in　the　Pentagon　should　get　his　ass　kicked　for　wasting　the　taxpayers'　money　。。。　and　for　putting　this　type　of　installation　in　a　populated　area。）
　　
　　Meanwhile　the　Public　Broadcasting　Laboratories　was　having　second　thoughts　about　Dan　Drasin's　UFO　special。　After　nearly　a　year　of　work；　and　several　trips　to　UFO　flap　areas；　the　program　was　suddenly　canceled。　History　repeated　itself　in　1973　when　Fred　Freed；　an　award…winning　producer；　began　work　on　a　white　paper　documentary　for　NBC　News。　Ralph　Blum　and　a　team　of　technicians　were　in　Mississippi　interviewing　Hickson　and　Parker　when　they　suddenly　received　word　that　the　program　was　being　canceled　because　NBC　needed　the　money　and　personnel　to　cover　the　Arab…Israeli　War。
　　
　　I　had　other　problems。　I　was　going　through　one　of　my　broke　periods　and　owed　the　staggering　sum　of　four　hundred　dollars　in　back　taxes。　The　IRS　sent　a　representative　around　to　see　me　every　single　week。　Once；　two　different　IRS　men　turned　up　in　the　same　week。　（They　were　not　MIB　。。。　but　were　definitely　from　the　IRS。）　One　seedy　little　character　was　so　obnoxious　and　insulting　that　I　actually　grabbed　him　by　the　collar　and　physically　threw　him　out　of　the　apartment。　Another　let　slip　a　remark　about　a　movie　deal　I　was　working　on　（it　eventually　fell　through）　which　no　one；　not　even　my　friends；　knew　about。　The　only　way　he　could　have　known　about　it　was　through　listening　to　my　telephone　conversations。
　　
　　Was　the　IRS　tapping　my　phone　for　a　lousy　four　hundred　dollars？　Was　I　on　somebody's　〃Enemies〃　list？
　　
　　I　was　plaining　to　the　telephone　pany　about　my　many　crank　calls　and　telephone　interference；　so　I　asked　them　to　run　a　check　and　see　if　my　phone　Was　being　tapped。　A　few　days　later　my　friendly　telephone　representative　called　me　back。
　　
　　〃You　were　right；　Mr。　Keel；〃　she　said。　〃Somebody　is　definitely　tapped　into　your　phone。〃
　　
　　I　switched　on　my　tape　recorder　and　asked　her　to　repeat　the　statement；　which　she　did。　Then　I　asked　her　to　put　it　in　writing；　but　she　hedged　there。
　　
　　〃Do　you　have　any　idea　who's　tapping　it？〃　I　asked。
　　
　　〃We　can't　tell　that。　All　we　know　is　there's　a　drop　in　the　voltage　that　indicates　that　someone　is　hooked　up　to　it。〃
　　
　　She　promised　to　turn　the　matter　over　to　a　〃Special　Agent〃　for　investigation。　Nothing　ever　came　of　that；　either。
　　
　　When　I　woke　up　on　July　3；　1967；　my　line　was　dead。　I　went　down　to　the　basement　of　my　apartment　building　to　call　the　phone　pany　on　a　pay　phone。　As　I　walked　along　the　basement　corridor　I　saw　the　door　to　the　telephone　room；　which　was　normally　locked；　was　wide　open　and　a　man　in　coveralls　was　there　surrounded　by　the　jumble　of　wires　from　the　hundreds　of　phones　in　the　building。　I　told　him　my　phone　was　dead　and　he　only　shrugged。
　　
　　〃You'll　have　to　call　the　main　office；〃　was　his　not　very　helpful　advice。
　　
　　My　service　did　not　resume　for　another　twenty…four　hours。
　　
　　Although　all　my　contactee　calls　were　ining；　my　phone　bills　started　to　skyrocket　that　summer。　I　was　out　of　the　city　and　away　from　my　phone　for　two　or　three　weeks　at　a　time；　but　when　I　returned　I　would　find　a　phone　bill　for　150…200　waiting。
　　
　　And　that　was　just　the　beginning。
　　
　　III
　　
　　A　reporter　on　the　Daily　American　in　West　Frankfort；　Illinois；　picked　up　his　phone　on　February　16；　1967；　and　heard　a　weird　echo　chamber　voice　which　instructed　him　to　be　at　a　certain　pond　at　3：15　A。M。　the　following　Sunday。　The　reporter　motioned　to　his　co…workers　and　they　picked　up　extensions　to　listen　in。　The　voice　immediately　said；　〃'Tell　them　to　put　down　their　phones。〃　Electronic　sounds　beeped　and　whistled　behind　the　hollow　speaker。　〃Bring　no　one　with　you。〃
　　
　　The　newsmen　decided　it　was　all　a　joke　but　that　it　〃was　a　first…rate　performance　。。。　whoever　that　was　had　talent　and　electronic　equipment　to　work　with。〃
　　
　　In　my　travels　I　found　that　newspaper　offices　all　over　the　country　have　received　these　calls；　usually　hollow　voices　that　sound　〃like　they're　in　the　bottom　of　a　well；〃　with　background　sounds　like　electronic　music　or　Teletypes。　The　purpose　of　the　background　is　simple　enough　。。。　it　makes　it　impossible　to　tape　the　voi