Here's a smattering of Keel's increasing paranoia about the many phone calls. They indicate someone who is randomly stringing together acasual events and drawing inferences from them. In some cases, IMHO, he's just making stuff up to fulfill his hard boiled detective novel feeling. He repeats ominous references to the devil visiting, demons, witchcraft and the marks of the devil being found on contactees.
Then there's his "system" that he created with contactees to get info from the demonic entities, along with the strange literary collage work he does with random insertions of UFO and paranormal lore from other writers, and his retelling of utterly bizarre, unverifiable contactee reports - it all demonstrates Keel's approach to confabulation. Reads well with a great pacing but mostly just weird unsubstantiated imagination. I find the anti-Asian sentiment regarding the suspicious looking characters with oriental features that the locals keep having contact with to be fear-mongering and borderline racist. It's hard to tell with all his own biographical insertions where the line between fiction and reality starts and stops, except where it's obviously invention.
1. Today "heavy breathers" plague telephone subscribers from coast to coast and are usually assumed to be sex nuts. When I received many such calls in 1967-68 I recorded some of them and studied the tapes. The sound is more mechanical or electronic than human and is probably caused by the introduction of a modulated current into the telephone line. This phenomenon is not isolated to the cities. People in remote towns with a population of only twenty-five or so also get these calls. The heavy breathing of the sex nut who (supposedly) masturbates while he listens to a female voice on the line contains certain recordable vocal characteristics which are totally absent in the heavy breathing calls I taped. Played at a slower speed, the recorded "breathing" was an evenly spaced series of pulses resembling the swishing sound of a phonograph when the needle reaches the end of the record and does not reject. Heavy breathing would not be so uniform.
2. "My phones have gone crazy," Mary Hyre noted, "even my unlisted numbers. Strangers call me at all hours of the day and night. Sometimes I get funny beeping sounds. Did you ever hear about anything like that?"
I had to admit I had. However, it had become my policy to say very little about these matters to anyone, even close friends.
3. Like everyone else, I was caught up in the games, mystery piling upon mystery. Someone somewhere obviously knew every move I was making, or so it seemed. I became very secretive, not even telling my closest friends where I was going or where I had been. Nevertheless, something seemed to be following me. I would drop in unannounced on a remote farm and soon after I settled down to chat with the residents their phone would ring and there would be no one on the line, or a series of loud beeps would ring out. The farmer would act astonished.
"We've never had a call like that before!"
The phone would ring repeatedly until I left.
This happened several different times in several different places.
4. I was now receiving many messages phrased in biblical terms. Some came from unknown elderly ladies who phoned me late at night claiming to be from Western Union. Then they would read long Bible quotations that were supposedly telegrams. But Western Union disavowed any knowledge of these messages. I had hooked up a tape recorder to my own phone so I could keep track of all these things.
"If it is the days of darkness," said a message received on July 23, "behold there will be voices, thunder and earthquakes and disturbances upon the earth. And at their cry all nations shall fight one against the other. And fear shall fall upon the earth and the sky shall be darkened except for the illuminating round lights that will be the only sparks of light. And rain shall come at the end of the happening.
"John: Do not trouble yourself over trivial matters such as strange calls. We're in greater danger than you can imagine. Not only is your world involved, but many others too."
5.Now they were even controlling my phone conversations!
Convinced that Pope Paul was about to be knifed to death at the Istanbul airport, I rented a car, loaded it with flashlights, candles, food, and bottled water, and drove out to the Mount Misery area to await the blackout. On the way I stopped to see one of my contactees and he informed me that a spaceman had just been to see him and had left a silly message.
"Tell John we'll meet with him later and help him drink all that water."
The contactee had no idea that I had several quarts of spring water in the trunk of the car.
It speaks for itself.