15 - Misery on the Mount
Daniel Drasin was about eighteen when he filmed a riot in New York’s
Washington Square, titled it Sunday, and won a number of
motion-picture awards. Now still in his mid-twenties, handsome,
quiet-spoken, intelligent, and perceptive, he was well into a
promising career in the film industry. The West Virginia UFO
documentary was an important break for him and he plunged into the
project with a mixture of awe and enthusiasm.
As I was on my way to
Washington, D.C., from Point Pleasant, he was headed in the other
direction with a skeleton crew hoping to get some authentic movies
of those funny lights in the sky.
When I reached Washington I parked my car on Connecticut Avenue, one
of the main thoroughfares, in broad daylight for a few minutes. Some
of my clothes and camera cases were in the back seat so I carefully
locked the doors. While I was gone someone smashed in the vent on
the side window and robbed my car. They left behind my clothes and
some of my cameras.
They took my briefcase, tape recorder and all my
notebooks, exposed films, taped interviews with witnesses, cheap
telescope and other items with little or no value to anyone except
me. Strangely, they had removed my irreplaceable address” book from
one of the cases and left it on the seat. I called the police. When
they finally arrived their attitude was not very sympathetic.
who would leave anything plainly visible in a locked car at 2 P.M.
on a main street in Washington was plainly a fool, or so they
My problems were minor compared to Dan’s, however. He was seeing
plenty of aerial lights but his battery-powered cameras
malfunctioned when he tried to photograph them. Finally, he thought
he had managed to get some footage. Then the precious films were
later accidentally ruined in a processing lab back in New York.
Members of his crew began to have troubles with their telephones,
and a female production assistant was awakened one night in her
apartment in Brooklyn by a loud beeping noise. She got up, looked
out the window, and saw a large luminous sphere hovering directly
outside her building.
During his second visit to Point Pleasant Dan uncovered some Mothman
witnesses I had missed. And he also came across some more baffling
Men-in-Black-type reports. People up in the back hills had been
seeing mysterious unmarked panel trucks which sometimes parked for
hours in remote spots. There seemed to be several of these trucks in
the area and the rumor was that they belonged to the air force. Men
in neat coveralls were seen monkeying with telephone and power lines
but no one questioned them.
A woman living alone on an isolated island north of Vancouver,
British Columbia, Canada, had two curious encounters with the same
kind of beings. She had moved into a tiny one-room cabin on Keats
Island in October 1967 and was soon seeing UFO lights nightly. On
January 29, 1968, following a close sighting of “a long dark body
with dim red and yellow lights at both ends,” she was surprised by
two visitors. Both wore “neat, dark coveralls” and claimed to be
employees of the hydroelectric company. They offered to help her put
up a stovepipe.
The younger of the two climbed on the roof of her
cabin while the other handed him the pipes.
“I could hear the man on
the ground directing him and the one on the roof would answer, ‘Yes,
After the pipe was installed, the pair joined her for tea. They
seemed “a little stiff.” When they left she wondered how they had
known she was there because “the cabin couldn’t be seen from the
road [and] the stove was out when they arrived, so there was no
smoke from the chimney.“
On May 2, she again encountered two men.
“One was the ‘boss’
Hydro man in his neat coveralls,” she reported.
“The other was a
different, younger man of about 19-20. As I entered the path, the
boss man indicated with his hand for the young man to get behind
him. They got well off the path and waited for me, the young man a
little behind his boss. The fellow stared at me as if I was some
kind of freak ....“
Canadian UFO Report,
This time she didn’t invite them for tea. One odd thing she noticed
during both meetings was their slow, careful way of walking. They
looked at their feet and stepped very uncertainly.
The next day a jeep came along the road, containing four men
inspecting lines ...
“carelessly dressed, workaday men, none in
coveralls. The boss wasn’t obviously so. They expressed no surprise
at seeing me there, no concern or any particular interest. I told
them two of their men already had been around the day before,
inspecting the lines. They assured me yesterday’s men weren’t Hydro
men, that somebody had been ‘pulling my leg.’“
Somebody was also pulling a lot of legs on cosmopolitan Long Island.
In West Virginia I had heard some stories about three men who looked
“like Indians” and were accompanied by a fourth man, more
normal-looking and very shabbily dressed in contrast to the other
three. So I was nonplused when I heard identical descriptions from
people on Long Island.
An elderly woman who lived alone in a house near the summit of Mount
Misery, the highest point on Long Island, had received a visit from
this quartet in early April 1967, immediately after a severe
“They had high cheekbones and very red faces, like a bad sunburn,”
she told me.
“They were very polite but they said my land belonged
to their tribe and they were going to get it back. What frightened
me was their feet. They didn’t have a car ... they must have walked
up that muddy hill ... but their shoes Were spotlessly clean. There
was no trace of mud or water where they walked in my house.“
That same week another visitor came to Mount Misery. This was a
woman with striking white hair who claimed to represent a local
newspaper. She carried a book “like a big ledger” and asked the
witness a number of personal questions about her family background.
When I later checked ‘with the newspaper I found they employed no
one of that description.
The local Mount Misery expert was Miss Jaye P. Paro, a radio
personality then with station WBAB in Babylon, New York. Miss Paro
is a dark-haired, dark-eyed young lady with a soft, haunting voice.
At that time she conducted an interview show, largely devoted to the
historical and psychic lore of the region. Soon after she reported
some UFO sightings around Mount Misery she began to receive all
manner of crank calls, both at the station and on her unlisted home
phone. Metallic voices ordered her to meet them on “the Mount” (she
Through Miss Paro I met several local UFO witnesses and contactees.
I discovered, was crawling with contactees of all ages and both
sexes. One of
these was a lovely young blonde, whom I will call Jane, who lived
Misery with her family. Jane was not illiterate, but she seldom read
other than the comic strips and “Dear Abby.” She knew nothing about
UFOs and cared less. She was a “fallen Catholic,” having abandoned
religion when she reached adulthood.
She was a very sensitive woman,
more ethereal than sensual. There was almost something mystical
about her appearance and grace.
Mount Misery is a heavily wooded hill with a few narrow dirt roads
slicing through it and a number of large mansions set back among the
trees. 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 complained 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
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
She had a dark complexion, 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
“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
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 communicating with “Apholes.”
signature “A Pal” seemed close enough to Apholes to take seriously.
I suspected that Jane had been programmed 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”.
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
“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
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 coming,” 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 coming 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,
envelope, and sent the disc and parchment to me special delivery.
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.
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
come 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
The implication was clear.
Someone had the ability to intercept the
U.S. mails and tamper with things in sealed envelopes!
While Jane was holding clandestine meetings with Mr. Apol and his
lady friend, Jaye P. Paro was being entertained by the redoubtable
Owl, a character who would become 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
“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 uncomfortable.
Cerians had a problem with
“She stank like rotten eggs,” Jaye said afterward.
smell was slight at first but gradually became overpowering. The
Princess admitted to being “Seven Ooongots” old ... or about 350
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
The taped Moon Owl sounded like a man faking an Aunt Jemima accent.
very bad actor. I accused Jaye of a hoax and advised her not to put
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 a great deal about the
The most suspicious things of all were her
transparent references to a major UFO convention scheduled to be
held that June 24 in New York’s Hotel Commodore. James Moseley,
publisher of Saucer News, had rented the hotel’s auditorium and
practically an entire floor for the event and was staging press
conferences and radio and television appearances to promote his
Princess Moon Owl seemed to fit too neatly into the
Meanwhile, Jane’s phantom friends were visiting her daily and
helpfully giving her surprising information about my own “secret”
investigations. My interview with the Christiansens of Cape May, and
the details of their pill-popping visitor, Tiny, was then known only
to a few trusted people like Ivan Sanderson. But on June 12, Mr. Apol and his friends visited Jane when she was alone in her house
and asked for water so they could take some pills. Then they
presented her with three of the same pills, told her to take one at
that moment, and to take one other in two days.
The third pill, they
said, was for her to have analyzed to assure herself it was
harmless. They undoubtedly knew that she would turn it over to me.
Two hours after she took the first pill she came down with a
blinding headache, her eyes became bloodshot, and the vision in her
right eye was affected. When her parents came home they expressed
concern because her eyes were glassy and her right eye seemed to
have a cast.
The sample pill proved to be a sulfa drug normally prescribed for
infections of the urinary tract. Two days later she obligingly
took the second pill and her phone rang shortly afterward. A man
with “a crude Brooklyn accent” told her he was Col. John Dalton of
the air force and wanted to talk to her about “Mitchell Field.” She
told him, honestly, that she didn’t know anything about Mitchell
Field. He insisted that he wanted to talk to her. Would she come to
his office? She asked where his office was and he hesitated for a
moment, then said he would interview her at her house.
He didn’t ask
for her address and since she hadn’t reported anything to the air
force, she wondered how he had gotten her phone number.
"At 7:45 P.M. the next evening Jane’s parents left the house for a
few hours and as soon as they were gone Colonel Dalton and his
partner, a young lieutenant, rang her bell. Both men seemed normal
and were polite and well-spoken. Colonel Dalton was in civilian
clothes ... a black suit, naturally. He was about five feet eight
inches tall, had brown hair, brown eyes, and “a very pointed nose.“
The lieutenant was two or three inches taller, in an air force
uniform, with “whitish blond hair that looked dyed” cut very short,
“like a crewcut growing back in.” They flashed identification cards
with their photographs affixed.
The colonel asked her what she knew about a local saucer landing and
saucer occupants in the area. Jane laughed and said she didn’t
believe in flying saucers.
“We know all about the shenanigans in this building,” Dalton told
her curtly. “ A lot of funny people have been going in and out.“
“Well, maybe some of my relatives are a little strange,” Jane
Dalton opened his briefcase and brought out a sheaf of printed
forms. He handed her a long, complicated form and asked her to fill
it out. She took it, read it over, then handed it back.
“If you don’t want to fill it out,” he said, handing her a pen, “you
can just sign it.“
“Now that would be pretty stupid, wouldn’t it?” Jane said.
Later she recalled that the form did not ask any questions about
UFOs but was
solely concerned with personal history, education, medical
“It even asked when my grandmother died and what she
Jane told me.
Finally the two men gave up trying to browbeat her and left. She saw
them drive away in a blue station wagon.
Around this same time two young men visited Mary Hyre at her home in Point Pleasant. Both were wearing
black clothes, and both had short white hair.
“It looked so
unnatural,” she exclaimed. “I wondered why such young
men would dye their hair such an odd color.“
At first she assumed they were just more in the endless stream of
UFO buffs, but they seemed to know very little about flying saucers.
They were mainly concerned with asking questions about me, which she
“Did they use any unusual words or expressions?” I asked Mary on the
“Not really. Just when they went out the door ... one of them turned
and said something like, ‘We’ll see you in “time” or “sometime”.’ It
sounded odd the way he said it, like it was meant to mean something.“
Tom’s meeting with Vadig was still six months away so the phrase
meant nothing to me.
On June 19 Mr. Apol gave Jane a message to pass along to me. It was
“Things will become more serious in the Middle East.
The pope will go there soon on a peace mission. He will be martyred
there in a horrible way ... knifed to death to a bloody manner. Then
the Antichrist will rise up out of Israel.“
I was shocked. But here was a statement that could be checked
against future events. Apol also said the Vatican was planning to
send food and materiel to Arab refugees. There had been no
announcement in the press about this.
Two days later Miss Paro had an unnerving experience. A black
Cadillac pulled alongside her as she was out walking at 8 P.M. and a
well-dressed man in the back seat ordered her into the car. He named
a friend of hers and she foolishly obeyed him.
The car headed for
“There was a funny smell inside,” she reported. “Antiseptic ... like
a hospital. And there were flashing lights on the dashboard. I
couldn’t take my eyes off them. I felt like they were hypnotizing
The car traveled isolated back roads until it reached a crossroads
where another vehicle was waiting. A man holding something like a
doctor’s bag was standing there. He got into the Cadillac and waved
a small object in Jaye’s face, like a bottle of smelling salts. She
felt her will power drain away and sat there helplessly while the
men asked her questions which didn’t make any sense to her. Finally
they returned her to the spot where they had picked her up. The
whole episode had terrified her and she called me immediately.
Was Jaye’s experience merely an updated version of the Mattoon
“gasser” and old Springheeled Jack? (*)
Months later when I
interviewed Tom in Washington I remembered this seemingly
meaningless incident. Had Tom also been gassed or hypnotized the
moment he stepped into Vadig’s old Buick?
Springheeled Jack was a tall, caped phantom with a bright light
on his chest who appeared in England in the 1830s. He was able to
leap great distances and he spewed a nauseous gas into the faces of
surprised witnesses. Although he was the subject of a massive
manhunt, he was never caught or identified. A black-garbed phantom
terrorized Mattoon, Illinois, in the 1940s, spraying a noxious gas
into bedroom windows.
On October 23, 1971, the Washington Post published a strange “gas”
story involving President Nixon’s maid. The story contains some of
the elements we have been discussing here.
Nixon Maid Stole In Trance, She Says
Miami, Oct. 22 (AP)
—A part-time housekeeper at President Nixon’s Key his cayne retreat has testified she was put in a hypnotic daze by a
stranger who told her to shoplift four dresses.
Shirley Cromartie, 32, and a mother of three, pleaded no contest
Thursday and was given a suspended sentence after law enforcement
officers and a psychiatrist testified they believed she was telling
Mrs. Cromartie holds a security clearance to work in the Florida
White House, according to testimony. She said a woman met her in a
parking lot and asked the time, then ordered her to take the items
and bring them to her.
Mrs. Cromartie testified she fell into a daze when the young woman
released a jasminelike scent from her left hand.
“I just sort of
lost my will ... it was a terrifying experience,” she testified.
Mrs. Cromartie joined the Key hiscayne White House housekeeping
staff about a year ago, according to FBI Agent Leo Mc Clairen. He
testified her background was impeccable.
Dr. Albert Jaslow, a psychiatrist, said he examined her and found
she could be hypnotized “quickly and easily” and believed she was
telling the truth.
“But it wasn’t the same when he hypnotized me,” Mrs. Cromartie said.
“I couldn’t remember anything afterwards. Whatever that young woman
did to me, it was like being in a sleepwalk, only awake.“
There was no further comment on this strange incident. At the time I
wondered if perhaps this was not some small demonstration for the
benefit of President Nixon, similar to the power failures that
seemed to follow President Johnson in 1967. (The lights failed
wherever he went ... from Washington to Johnson City, Texas, to
Woodrow Derenberger found a new world with Cold, Klinnel, Ardo, and
company. Now Jane was moving among twilight presences; Mr. Apol, Lia
(the name of his female companion), and several others who
mischievously adopted names from my obscure (damn it) novels! They
amplified their dire prophecy for Pope Paul. He would be attacked in
a crowd at an airport, they said, by a man dressed in a black suit
and wielding a black knife. After his assassination there would be
three days of darkness and worldwide power failures.
On June 28 the Vatican announced that a personal envoy of Pope Paul
VI, Monsignor Abramo Frescht, was being dispatched to Cairo to
discuss “Vatican assistance to war victims and refugees.” On June 30
it was announced that the wooden throne said to have been used by
Saint Peter was going to be dug out of the Vatican basement and
placed on display for the first time since 1867.
I went out to Mount Misery and hypnotized Jane. She was a good
subject and after performing various tests to assure myself that she
was really in a deep trance, I began to ask her subtle questions
about Apol and his friends. To my utter amazement, the impossible
happened. The control was taken away from me. I couldn’t direct the
session. Instead, I found myself talking directly to Apol through
He wanted to talk about Marilyn Monroe and Robert Kennedy. I
didn’t want to gossip, I insisted, but wanted some hard facts on the
overall situation. Apol persisted, warning me that Kennedy was in
grave danger. Where was he talking from? He said he was parked
nearby in his Cadillac. He made some specific predictions about
pending plane crashes, then returned to Marilyn and Kennedy.
All the while we were conducting this insane conversation, Jane’s
telephone was ringing madly. Each time I picked it up there was no
one on the line. Finally I just left it off the hook.
The session ended abruptly when Jane woke up by herself. Another
She would have required a suggestion from me before she could awake.
In comparing notes with psychic investigator-author Brad Steiger, he told me he had similar experiences with hypnosis; that
is, the control was taken out of his hands by some other
The predicted plane crashes occurred right on schedule. I was slowly
convincing myself that the entities were somehow tuned to the
I was making other startling discoveries. I had only to think of a
question and my phone would ring and Jane would deliver a message
Other ufologists were also getting predictions from contactees. When
Gray Barker arrived in New York for the convention at the Hotel
Commodore he told me that he’d received a prediction that “a famous
newsman in the Midwest” would die very soon. Two days later, on the
evening of June 23, Frank Edwards died suddenly of a heart attack in
Indiana. Edwards was a newscaster and author of the 1966 bestseller
Flying Saucers—Serious Business.
The Year of the Garuda—1966-67—was only half over and I was talking
to half-a dozen entities through contactees scattered throughout the
Northeast. Scores of new games were going on at once, each one
designed to prove something to me, not to the contactees. The latter
would never quite figure out what was happening to them or what it
Like the UFO enthusiasts themselves, the contactees would
be manipulated, used as robots to propagate beliefs and false frames
of reference, and then be discarded to sit in the darkness and
wonder why the world was not as they had imagined it, why the
wonderful space people had abandoned them.
On Long Island, a dozen eccentrics still sit by their phones waiting
for Princess Moon Owl to call again and restore their waning faith.