Further Adventures (11 page)

So much goes on behind the Scenes. So what do we need alien visits from outer space to explain things? There is enough of mystery in regular Life to go around. Like the Case of L. Ron Hubbard who invents a Religion makes a fortune by it lives the rest of his Life on a boat & communicates via tape recordings.

Or take the Case of Howard Hughes. For instance the business with his last Will & Testament giving to that gas station owner. Also he invented the Support Bra.

Take that Watergate caper with the 18 Minute gap! Until that sad Episode I used to believe wholehearted in the Government but I recognize by that phonus bolonus monkey business the Government i.e. as high as the President goes to the toilet too. Shame on me I didn’t guess.

Or wrestling on T.V. That is a fix just Acting for the cameras.

Now I come to the opinion it is Human Nature to deceive & to tell the Truth is a unnatural urge very hard for people. Maybe this is Evolution for you. Human beings can not go on living if they admit what they do to go on living. To protect etc. how they are proud to murder & destroy. How they like to push others around the dirt. How they get what they want. They act this way & say it is something else it is this good reason or that one but it all comes down to their Desires. I say THEY but to tell you the truth I am a Human Being the same.

Such rotten fates! Such things are done! So the story which Amelia fed me I did not react to it being far-fetched or phony boloney. “Those
gunsels from the blackout—you’re positive who they were?” I had to probe her to be 100% on her side.

“You saw them. Dirty mens Ray. Their hands—” She choked up on a word she could not find. “What do I do so you help me? Por favor O.K.?”

The look she gave me from her eyes softened me up I wanted to believe the Moon was made of gefilte fish. “I’ve got to figure how you want me to help you. How? So far I—” My hands opened empty in the air. “I don’t have a gun.”

Look at it:

Men were factually chasing her. They made a factual phone call to some V.I.P. i.e. somebody else who wanted to get his mitts on Amelia. The blackout factual also (check this in the
Mason Examiner
). Also I saw how she was not acting it was factual fear coming from her fear for her Life.

“Who’d they call up that night,” I asked her.

“Who did?”

“The Blackout Boys. They called some yegg on the phone.”

“If you say. I don’t know…”

“I heard them. Who is it? Who’s their boss?”

She looked at the window at her reflection in the dark of it and her lips trembled. “His name John Newberry.”

“John Newberry.” I repeated to get it right. “John Newberry?”

She did not say it again. His name to Amelia worked like a curse. “He’s in the F.B.I.”

“A G-Man? This Newberry’s a F.B.I. agent?”

“Special Agent him.”

Of course such a surprise rocked me greatly. If you told me today Abraham Lincoln was a woman all along I am ready to believe it but before I recognized how crooked things can be in the world I had to grasp the idea of a man it is his sworn duty to uphold the Law of our Land & protect citizens from harm & moral soil etc. & he is involved
in such terrible business? I pondered what would J. Edgar Hoover say about this rotten apple!

Live & Learn.

“My God,” I said. “He can do anything he wants to masquerading under the cloak of Law & Order.”

“You understand? He’s very strong. I can’t fight him. What can you do Señor Green?”

“Ray. Call me Ray.”

I found Peace in my mind when I considered the shape of the Raymobile how strong it performed in the East 8th 500 past the checkered flag and no damage to its working parts or mine either so if it is a safe ride to the Mexican Border she needs—

“Where can I drop you?”

“How much you charge me?”

“Charge? Money? I don’t charge.” I walked around the kitchen very insulted. “Didn’t you read the big print in the ad? I’m here to defend the defenseless. Free of charge! Charge you
money?
I do good for no glory. I face evil with no fear. Charge? Is that
modern
to charge for giving hope to the hopeless when the hour of darkness is upon them? What do you think—I blaze from the shadows with my blinding Light of Right in one hand and a receipt book in the other?”

“
What
do you say? You mad at me now?”

“You insult me with that question. I mean the question before.”

“I don’t know what you say.”

“I mean two before. Two questions before. About charging.”

“No charge,” she double-checked.

“Right. No charge. How can I help you?”

“Will you take me to Mexico? Where it’s safe for me?”

“I will take you to Mexico.”

“My family is there. You understand?” she said very final and tear-jerking.

I bent all my mental Powers on recalling my Pledge TO HEED THE CRY OF THE HELPLESS & HOUNDED—TO DO GOOD FOR NO GLORY—TO FACE EVIL WITH NO FEAR—(ALSO ALL THE OTHER THINGS)—in other words just do the necessary & shut up about it & when I am finished just disappear into the Mystery from whence I came from without looking back and without any Personal involvement AT ALL no matter
what
kind of circumstances. I did such with all parties concerned in The Case of Little Girl Lost i.e. Charmaine and so on and I knew it was my Obligation I should consider the Case first & last the Case the Case and nothing but the Case!

But since I knew her from before already she knew who I was so that was that as far as anonymous was concerned. So already it was a Case with something personal in it. The question kept nagging in the back of my mind in my own little Voice there I pondered what I was personal to her what part I am playing in Amelia’s Life—

Dr. Barbara the Radio Psychologist Extraordinaire (she does not broadcast her last name which is a smart move if you ask me) gave out to the Tri-City Area with her headshrinker opinion of Guess Who. After this Episode she expanded her remarks to fill up a whole-page article in the
Examiner
a fact which my arch foe shoved under my nose a very unkind gesture.

I was her subject of the moment because Al Abercorn & Charmaine were her special guests of the day (also on local T.V.) since they turned into Celebrities by shooting their mouths off to any newshound they could buttonhole with the Story of their brush with Mystery. I did not know what a shifty character Al Abercorn was or how he was in the middle of pleading with the Courts to let him hang on to his daughter Charmaine. His wife (ex) lived (or not) in Parts Unknown his 2 Sons
lived in foster homes all he had left was the girl to show the world
What a good papa am I
.

By the way I am glad to state the glee of this skunk did not last long! For he bellyached on Fox T.V. how the Courts proved he forced his unnatural urges on his own daughter Charmaine which he vowed was mutual love and almost legal in South Carolina. This the Judge did not buy!

Dr. Barbara elected herself the judge of me.

DR. BARBARA: The urge to do Good—or what he thinks is good—might just be the
public face
of Peter Tremayne. It’s possible he’s got one almighty superiority complex. He sees himself as some kind of Superman.

Hardy Har har!

DR. BARBARA: Good deeds can have dark sides to them. Once he’s out there in his own moral universe anything goes. I can’t say for sure what it would take to push his actions over the line. He might take that dangerous step himself before he realizes what he’s doing.

I can say what it took! The weight of the world!

DR. BARBARA: I’ll stick my neck out and say it may be that his urges are a sort of perversion. A Perversion of the selfish desires we all have. Maybe in this man they are abnormally strong. Profiling him I’d start with the probability that he is a loner. When we live around other people sooner or later we find out that if we want to feel acceptance and belonging we have to suppress or disguise
our
animal
nature. We use deodorant. We stand in lines. On some level Peter Tremayne—most likely not his real name—knows he is capable of uncontrolled behavior. This realization could be frightening him into doing what’s “right.”

Bingo!

DR. BARBARA: I doubt if he can form any long-lasting relationships with women or men. So his moral crusade could be a replacement for passionate love. He’s a classic example of the outsider—somebody who’s only accountable to himself. His standards are very high. Unreachable. This knowledge gives him a reason to keep going.

I’m a classic example yet!

DR. BARBARA: The individual we’re considering is a profile of denial.

My best side is my right side!

DR. BARBARA: If Peter Tremayne was with us in the studio I’m sure he’d deny that he had any desire to attract attention to himself or what he’s doing. Approval and recognition or even love he’d swear mean nothing to him. He takes pride in proving he has power over events. If I can take one wild guess I’d say he’s probably suffering from impotence or some other sexual dysfunc
tion. Priapus. Or on the other hand premature ejaculation.

Not on MY hand you filth bucket Doctor!

DR. BARBARA: Maybe if you’re listening Peter Tremayne you can give me a call at 639–4122 and give us your personal views on the topics we’ve been discussing…

Sorry! I lost my last dime!

Point by point my Personal view today after all is for a quack she came to the correct Conclusions.

We had to stop at her motel for her clothes & personal items. She went into the bathroom with her black hair brushed down then she came out with a blond wig on instead. All puffed out on the sides & folded back like pigeon wings. Instead of her Mexican shirt with the parrots she put on a female Safari Suit of beige but Amelia could not cover up her figure which is strictly Hourglass. Mae West the Second. My inner thought was I extremely doubted if this disguise would trick John Newberry or his gunsels Nilo & Perry if they got on our trail.

Unroll the wide open spaces! Our magic carpet (Raymobile) carried us away from Mason where the desert lands spread out. For a hour Amelia sat back silent against the car door or squirmy in the seat. She was a nervous passenger her jitterbug nerves from picturing the whereabouts & whatabouts of John Newberry which picture crushed her down to silence.

She made me worry very bad into the bargain. She did not wear her seat belt nor the door was not locked but these risks Amelia did not count very high. Other dangers distracted her mind off proper automobile Safety habits. Yes the same way other ideas distracted my mind from driving namely I pondered how she got shaped by the personal experiences of her Life. I observed her round shoulders very female but curved by muscles underneath. Compared to the figure of a swimming champ it struck me the same so she plunges in she strokes hard she pulls herself through. Every time she spoke up with a little burst of words I pictured her the same lifting her face out of the water for a breath. “You want the radio on?” for instance or “Look at this clouds Ray. Fline saucers.”

“You believe in flying saucers?”

“I believe in somethings,” she said. “Some aliens come down here sometimes I think so.” Amelia shrugged & squirmed around sideways.

“I read a documented article in the
Enquirer
about that Air Force base in Nevada where Government scientists are studying a preserved alien. Also they got the wreck of his flying saucer locked in there too.”

“You don’t believe it him?”

“Aliens in Nevada? My mind is open about outer space but so far the scientists don’t have any concrete evidence to go on.”

She had a firm opinion on this. “They don’t tell you everythings. They can hide some evidence someplace. If they don’t want to tell somethings then…”

“Aliens among us the Government was keeping illegal somewhere? I’m sure we’d hear about it,” I said & just paid attention to my driving. She clammed up & I clammed up likewise. But 5 Minutes later she poked me in the ribs. “Cut it out. I could have an accident.”

Amelia had a smile on her like a drunk nun. “I tell you Ray,” she said & she held her index fingers on top of her forehead. “I’m one of those.”

“Of who?”

She wiggled her fingers. “Of illegal aliens.”

What a kidder! I had to laugh then & I have to laugh at it the same now I have to wipe my eyes.

Except for the bunches of root beer stands etc. gas stations motels & telephone poles we were driving in the Land of the Bible. If there is a Second Coming (i.e. the whole thing starting all over again) it will open in New Mexico. It is the perfect place for it the empty desert below the empty sky above. This time it will be the Mexicans in bondage until the Mexican Moses leads them all unto the Promised Land after they wander around Texas for 40 years before they cross over the Rio Bravo into the Land of Enchantment. In modern days they can do it in campers & RVs.

I am going off the track here let me stick to the facts.

Our conversation about outer space etc. led very natural into Amelia’s personal interest of Astrology. From my birthday facts she worked out I did not have a choice in certain matters in fact she foretold herself I was going to help her for I did not have the power to fight off the urge of the stars.

“Sagittarius love exciting challenges,” she laid it out to me. “Good planets for you this week.”

“Pardon me I made up my own mind,” I told her. “Where I find wrong I trample it. Where I find goodness I raise it. Such a thing is in my nature.”

“Sure sure,” she agreed fast. “Sagittarius he has high ideals.”

Which does not sound like Anarchy to my ears anymore. I desired to keep our conversation going not into a argument Science vs. Astrology but I had to explore Amelia’s Character so I would know what to expect if we met a tight spot. From the other tight spot I was in with her in the blackout that time I rest assured she was no kind of limp noodle in a squeeze i.e. she was not going to fall apart at the seams when the pressure was on. This innocent talk could uncover other motives & tangled-up affairs which waited at the end of our road (today’s part = the halfway mark) in the border town of Gonzales at her Uncle’s house.