jak.themothmanprophecies-第33章

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s。　The　late　Henry　Stimson；　secretary　of　war　during　World　War　II；　maintained　a　lavish　estate　on　the　summit。　For　decades　the　Mount　was　known　as　a　haunted　place；　the　site　of　a　number　of　mysterious　deaths　and　disappearances。　In　the　spring　of　1967　young　couples　necking　on　the　back　roads　began　to　see　low…flying　UFOs；　particularly　around　a　field　that　was　used　as　a　junkyard　for　old　cars。　Others　claimed　to　see　a　giant　hairy　monster　with　gleaming　red　eyes。
　　
　　After　Miss　Paro　began　to　broadcast　reports　of　what　was　happening　on　Mount　Misery；　the　usual　mobs　started　to　cruise　the　area　nightly　to　the　consternation　of　the　scattered　and　snobbish　residents。　Jane　and　her　boyfriend　Richard　joined　the　stream　of　cars　one　night　in　early　May　and　eventually　found　themselves　alone　on　a　back　road　near　High　Hold；　the　old　Stimson　place。
　　
　　Richard；　who　was　driving；　suddenly　plained　of　feeling　unwell。　He　stopped　the　car　and　a　moment　later　slumped　over　the　wheel　unconscious。　Jane　was　terrified。　But　before　she　could　focus　her　attention　on　him；　a　brilliant　beam　of　light　shot　out　of　the　woods　next　to　the　road　〃like　a　floodlight。〃　It　dazzled　her　and　she　fell　back　in　her　seat　unable　to　move。
　　
　　The　next　thing　they　knew；　they　were　driving　along　Old　Country　Road　at　the　base　of　Mount　Misery。
　　
　　〃How　did　we　get　here？〃　Richard　…asked　her；　baffled。　〃What　happened？〃
　　
　　〃Let's　go　home；〃　Jane　choked。　They　never　discussed　the　incident　again　until　I　arrived　on　the　scene。
　　
　　A　few　days　later；　on　May　17；　Jane　answered　the　phone　（she　had　her　own　phone　in　her　room）　and　a　strange　metallic　voice　addressed　her。　〃Listen　carefully；〃　it　said。　〃I　cannot　hear　you。〃　It　instructed　her　to　go　to　a　small　public　library　nearby　and　look　up　a　certain　book　on　Indian　history。
　　
　　She　did　as　she　was　instructed。　On　May　19　she　went　to　the　library　at　10：30　A。M。　The　place　was　deserted　except　for　the　librarian；　who　struck　Jane　as　being　unusual。　The　woman　was　〃dressed　in　an　old…fashioned　suit　like　something　out　of　the　1940s；　with　a　long　skirt；　broad　shoulders；　and　flat　old…looking　shoes。〃　（Remember；　this　was　in　1967；　long　before　the　1940s　styles　became　popular　again。）　She　had　a　dark　plexion；　with　a　fine　bone　structure；　and　very　black　eyes　and　hair。　When　Jane　entered；　the　woman　seemed　to　be　expecting　her　and　produced　the　book　instantly　from　under　her　desk。
　　
　　Jane　sat　down　at　a　table　and　began　to　riffle　through　the　book；　pausing　on　page　forty…two。　Her　caller　had　told　her　to　read　that　page。
　　
　　〃You　won't　believe　this；〃　she　told　me；　〃but　the　print　became　smaller　and　smaller；　then　larger　and　larger。　It　changed　into　a　message　and　I　can　remember　every　word　of　it。
　　
　　〃　'Good　morning；　friend；'　it　began。　'You　have　been　selected　for　many　reasons。　One　is　that　you　are　advanced　in　autosuggestion。　Through　this　science　we　will　make　contact。　I　have　messages　concerning　Earth　and　its　people。　The　time　is　set。　Fear　not。。。　I　am　a　friend。　For　reasons　best　known　to　ourselves　you　must　make　your　contacts　known　to　one　reliable　person。　To　break　this　code　is　to　break　contact　Proof　shall　be　given。　Notes　must　be　kept　of　the　suggestion　state。　Be　in　peace；　＇signed＇　A　Pal。'
　　
　　〃The　print　became　very　small　again；　and　then　the　normal　text　reappeared。〃
　　
　　As　soon　as　Jane　left　the　library　she　became　quite　ill　and　vomited　several　times　during　the　next　two　days。　She　approached　Miss　Paro　with　her　story　and　was　advised　to　get　in　touch　with　me。　Her　experience　on　the　Mount；　her　phone　call；　and　the　remark　about　〃autosuggestion〃　all　stirred　my　interest。　In　those　days　none　of　the　UFO　enthusiasts　knew　anything　about　these　factors　and　a　hoax　seemed　very　unlikely。　And；　unknown　to　Miss　Paro　and　Jane；　I　was　in　touch　with　a　distant　contactee　who　was　municating　with　〃Apholes。〃　The　signature　〃A　Pal〃　seemed　close　enough　to　Apholes　to　take　seriously。　I　suspected　that　Jane　had　been　programed　for　a　set　of　special　experiences　and　I　kept　in　constant　touch　with　her　in　the　months　which　followed；　maintaining　an　extensive　record　of　her　experiences。
　　
　　In　early　June；　Jane　began　to　see　the　〃librarian〃　wherever　she　went。　On　June　6；　while　wandering　through　a　local　department　store；　the　woman　appeared　behind　a　dress　rack。　She　wore　the　same　old…fashioned　clothes　and　tried　to　speak　to　Jane　in　〃broken　English〃　There　was　something　wrong　about　her　speech　and　movements。　〃It　was　as　if　。。。　she　were　dead；〃　Jane　said。　When　asked　if　she　lived　around　Babylon；　the　woman　laughed　in　a　strange　hysterical　way；　〃like　an　emotionally　disturbed　person。〃　（This　weird　laugh　has　been　described　by　many　contactees。）
　　
　　〃Is　there　any　A…U　here？〃　the　woman　asked。　Jane　didn't　know　what　she　meant。　Just　that　week　I　had　been　pondering　the　significance　of　gold　in　UFO　and　religious　lore。　Gold　is　the　seventy…ninth　element　and　the　chemical　symbol　for　it　is　AU。
　　
　　Jane　offered　to　give　the　woman　a　lift　but　she　declined　and　wandered　off。
　　
　　Unable　to　sleep　at　night；　Jane　got　up　at　the　crack　of　dawn　the　following　morning　and　went　for　a　walk　on　an　impulse。　The　dark…skinned　woman　stepped　out　of　an　alley　and　approached　her　shyly。　〃Peter　is　ing；〃　she　announced。
　　
　　This　statement　shook　Jane。　She　remembered　that　Catholic　lore　predicts　that　the　final　pope　will　be　named　Peter。
　　
　　〃Why　are　you　interested　in　our　Mount？〃　the　woman　continued；　then　repeated；　〃Peter　is　ing　very　soon。〃
　　
　　Next　a　large　black　Cadillac　came　down　the　street　and　stopped　next　to　them。　It　was　〃brand…new；　very　shiny　and　polished；〃　Jane　recalled。　The　driver　was　an　olive…skinned　man　wearing　wraparound　sunglasses　and　dressed　in　a　neat　gray　suit；　apparently　of　the　same　material　as　the　woman's　clothes。　The　rear　door　opened　and　a　man　climbed　out　with　a　big　grin　on　his　face。　He　was　about　five　feet　eight　inches　tall；　with　dark　skin　and　Oriental　eyes。　Jane　thought　he　looked　like　a　Hawaiian。　He　had　the　air　of　someone　very　important　and　was　dressed　in　a　well…cut；　expensive…looking　suit　of　the　same　gray　material　that　was　shiny　like　silk　but　was　not　silk。
　　
　　He　solemnly　shook　hands　with　the　girl；　〃his　hand　was　as　cold　as　ice；〃　and　stared　at　her　steadily　with　his　jet…black　eyes；　grinning　all　the　while。
　　
　　〃Do　you　know　who　I　am？〃　he　asked。　〃I　am　Apol　＇pronounced　Apple＇。〃
　　
　　The　Cadillac〃　pulled　away　and　drove　off；　leaving　the　three　of　them　standing　on　the　street。　Apol　produced　a　piece　of　folded　paper　and　handed　it　to　Jane。
　　
　　〃Wear　this　always；〃　he　told　her。　〃So　'they'　will　know　who　you　are。〃
　　
　　〃Who's　they？〃　she　asked。
　　
　　〃They　are　the　very　good　people；〃　he　answered。
　　
　　The　paper；　a　piece　of　very　old　parchment；　contained　a　small　metal　disc　about　the　size　of　a　quarter。　As　they　talked　they　walked　slowly　toward　the　center　of　town　until　they　stood　in　front　of　the　post　office。　Jane　impulsively　announced　she　was　going　to　mail　the　disc　to　someone。　She　went　into　the　post　office；　got　an　envelope；　and　sent　the　disc　and　parchment　to　me　special　delivery。　The　two　strangers　smiled　broadly　at　each　other。
　　
　　When　she　came　out　of　the　post　office；　Apol　told　her　a　number　of　things　about　her　childhood　that　no　one　could　have　known　and　advised　her　to　avoid　iodine。　（She　had　a　minor　health　problem　which　required　her　to　avoid　iodine　in　her　diet。）
　　
　　The　car　reappeared　and　the　two　people　got　into　it　and　drove　off。　〃I　felt　very　strange　while　I　was　talking　to　them；〃　she　recalled。　〃I　was　whoozy　。。。　like　I　was　in　a　daze　or　something。〃
　　
　　If　it　hadn't　been　for　the　metal　disc　I　would　have　classified　the　entire　episode　as　hallucinatory。　The　next　day　I　received　the　special　delivery　envelope　and　was　very　disappointed　by　the　contents。　The　disc　looked　like　a　blank　identification　tag　similar　to　those　that　e　with　flea　collars。　The　parchment　seemed　to　be　the　remnants　of　a　very　old　envelope。　After　examining　it；　I　put　the　disc　back　into　the　paper　exactly　as　I　had　received　it；　then　placed　the　whole　thing　in　a　small　envelope　which　I　sealed　with　Scotch　tape。　I　put　this　into　a　larger　manila　envelope　and　mailed　it　back　to　Jane　special　delivery。
　　
　　She　phoned　me　the　next　day。
　　
　　〃Why　did　you　bend　the　disc　and　tear　up　the　paper？〃　she　demanded。
　　
　　She　had　just　received　the　envelope　and　found　that　the　parchment　in　the　sealed　inner　envelope　had　been　ripped　into　three　pieces。　The　metal　disc　was　bent；　as　if　it　had　been　folded　double　and　then　unfolded　again。　It　had　also　turned　charcoal　black　and　smelled　like　〃rotten　eggs。〃
　　
　　The　implication　was　clear。　Someone　had　the　ability　to　intercept　the　U。S。　mails　and　tamper　with　things　in　sealed　envelopes！
　　
　　II　
　　
　　While　Jane　was　holding　clandestine　meetings　with　Mr。　Apol　and　his　mysterious　lady　friend；　Jaye　P。　Paro　was　being　entertained　by　the　redoubtable　Princess　Moon　Owl；　a　character　who　would　bee　a　legend　on　Long　Island　by　the　end　of　1967。　At　3：30　P。M。　on　June　11；　1967；　Jaye　entered　the　studios　of　WBAB　and　found　a　very　weird　woman　waiting　for　her。　She　was　at　least　six　feet　tall；　was　very　dark　（Negroid）；　with　large；　glassy　eyes；　and　wore　a　costume　largely　made　up　of　feathers。　She　was　gasping　and　wheezing；　having　great　difficulty　breathing。　Jaye　thought　she　was　having　a　heart　attack。
　　
　　〃I　am　Princess　Moon　Owl；〃　she　declared　between　wheezes。　〃I　am　from　another　planet。　I　came　here　by　flying　saucer。〃
　　
　　Jaye　slapped　a　tape　on　a　tape　recorder　and　offered　to　interview　her　for　the　air。　The　Princess　was　delighted；　pulled　herself　together；　and　delivered　a　hilarious　thirty…minute　monologue　about　life　on　the　planet　Ceres　in　the　asteroid　belt。　She　seemed　to　be　familiar　with　all　the　New　York/　Long　Island　UFO　buffs　and　eccentrics；　denouncing　some　as　〃phonies〃　and　praising　others。　As　the　interview　progressed；　Jaye　became　increasingly　unfortable。　Cerians　had　a　problem　with　body　odor。　〃She　stank　like　rotten　eggs；〃　Jaye　said　afterward。　The　smell　was　slight　at　first　but　gradually　became　overpowering。　The　Princess　admitted　to　being　〃Seven　Ooongots〃　old　。。。　or　about　350　Earth　years。
　　
　　While　the　interview　was　in　progress；　I　was　sitting　in　my　New　York　apartment　and　my　telephone　was　going　crazy。　It　rang　several　times　but　there　was　no　one　on　the　other　end。　（Until　this　period　I　had　had　very　few　problems　with　my　personal　phone。）　Later　that　afternoon　I　received　a　call　from　a　middle…aged　woman　who　said　she　was　Princess　Moon　Owl　and　that　I　could　reach　her　through　〃contactee　Paro。〃　The　woman's　voice　did　not　resemble　the　voice　on　Jaye's　tape；　which　I　heard　later。
　　
　　The　taped　Moon　Owl　sounded　like　a　man　faking　an　Aunt　Jemima　accent。　He　was　a　very　bad　actor。　I　accused　Jaye　of　a　hoax　and　advised　her　not　to　put　the　interview　on　the　air。　If　it　was　not　a　hoax；　then　Moon　Owl　was　the　victim　of　demonic　possession　（Jaye's　description　of　the　Princess's　behavior　certainly　indicated　this）。　Jaye　aired　the　tape　anyway　and　Long　Island's　lunatic　fringe　went　wild　with　joy。　At　last　a　genuine　space　person　was　in　their　midst。
　　
　　Once　she　had　established　her　credentials　on　WBAB；　Moon　Owl　began　to　systematically　telephone　all　of　Long　Island's　prominent　UFO　enthusiasts。　They　accepted　her　authenticity　without　question。　What　troubled　me　was　the　fact　that　she　managed　to　vector　in　on　a　number　of　unlisted　numbers；　and　she　obviously　knew