time.’
For a long time Daddy and Bill carried guns around in their cars because agents were coming up all the time and not even calling or asking for an appointment, just coming right up. That made Daddy mad. And people were shooting holes in our Orgonon sign. That made Daddy really mad. That was when he told me he wanted me to start wearing a whistle. He gave me a shiny metal police whistle on a piece of rawhide to wear around my neck when I played out in the fields. If anyone tried to get me, I was supposed to whistle.
He sat down at his desk and cranked the telephone, waiting for the operator ahem ahem.
‘Yes, operator. Would you please get me six four ring three?’
While he waited for the operator to get the number, he put on his glasses and shifted some papers on his desk. Then he looked over his glasses at me.
‘Wait a moment. Don’t go away. Ja, Moise!’
He waved a finger at me for me to sit down. I sat in one of the big soft grey chairs next to the fireplace and put my finger in one of the funny soft places that went back and forth in the material. It went back and forth with my finger.
‘Moise, this is Dr Reich speaking. Ja. We have just seen a car stop at the gate and I think it is Food and Drug Administrationpeople again. I looked with the glasses and I think I saw a US marshal too. Ja. About the accumulators.’
Bill’s voice sounded all high and squiggly coming across the room, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying.
‘Ja. They drove away without coming up and I think they will probably telephone before they come back. I think we made our point. I wonder if you could come over right away. Ja. Good.’
Bill’s voice squiggled out again. Daddy looked at his watch. ‘No. Ja. Mr Ross will be back from lunch soon too. Okay, see you. Goodbye.’
After he hung up, he put some papers away and opened up one of his red books. His pen scratched for a few minutes and the material in the chair wiggled against my finger. The clock ticked.
‘Daddy?’
‘Ja?’
‘What is going to happen?’
‘Are you scared?’
‘I guess a little bit. I don’t want them to hurt you.’
‘Come here.’
He moved his chair away from his desk and held his arms out to me. I ran across the carpet to Daddy.
He put his hands on my shoulders and looked at me deeply. ‘Look at me, Peeps.’ He looked worried and sad, and I could feel his warmth and the smell of oil on his skin. He used baby oil for his skin disease and sometimes he smelled like a baby. His eyes were so good to me, it always made me want to cry.
‘Peeps, you are a very good soldier and you are very strong. But you must be stronger. We are fighting a very tough battleagainst the anti-life forces. It is very hard sometimes. Many people ran away. You have been very brave.’
I nodded. It was too much for everybody – Oranur, the flying saucers, the cloudbuster, and the FDA. A lot of people thought Daddy was crazy. There were spies who stole the Orgone motor. And everyone who ran away, except me and Bill and Eva, was afraid of truth: we had truth.
‘You know, Peeps, hundreds of years ago there was a sickness called the black plague. It went all over Europe, killing thousands and thousands of people. Many good doctors worked very hard to cure the people but very often they died too, victims of the plague. Today, I have discovered a new kind of plague.
‘It is an emotional plague that comes from within. It kills people emotionally and makes them keep their belly tight. It makes them lie and slander and spy. This emotional plague is more vicious than the black plague because the people do not want to be cured. They strike out in rage at one who tries to cure it because they have been sick so long, they think the sickness is health. And that is why they are attacking me. I am trying to tell them that they don’t have to hate and they hate me for it. We have discussed this many times, do you remember?’
I nodded and held onto his eyes because I
For a long time Daddy and Bill carried guns around in their cars because agents were coming up all the time and not even calling or asking for an appointment, just coming right up. That made Daddy mad. And people were shooting holes in our Orgonon sign. That made Daddy really mad. That was when he told me he wanted me to start wearing a whistle. He gave me a shiny metal police whistle on a piece of rawhide to wear around my neck when I played out in the fields. If anyone tried to get me, I was supposed to whistle.
He sat down at his desk and cranked the telephone, waiting for the operator ahem ahem.
‘Yes, operator. Would you please get me six four ring three?’
While he waited for the operator to get the number, he put on his glasses and shifted some papers on his desk. Then he looked over his glasses at me.
‘Wait a moment. Don’t go away. Ja, Moise!’
He waved a finger at me for me to sit down. I sat in one of the big soft grey chairs next to the fireplace and put my finger in one of the funny soft places that went back and forth in the material. It went back and forth with my finger.
‘Moise, this is Dr Reich speaking. Ja. We have just seen a car stop at the gate and I think it is Food and Drug Administrationpeople again. I looked with the glasses and I think I saw a US marshal too. Ja. About the accumulators.’
Bill’s voice sounded all high and squiggly coming across the room, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying.
‘Ja. They drove away without coming up and I think they will probably telephone before they come back. I think we made our point. I wonder if you could come over right away. Ja. Good.’
Bill’s voice squiggled out again. Daddy looked at his watch. ‘No. Ja. Mr Ross will be back from lunch soon too. Okay, see you. Goodbye.’
After he hung up, he put some papers away and opened up one of his red books. His pen scratched for a few minutes and the material in the chair wiggled against my finger. The clock ticked.
‘Daddy?’
‘Ja?’
‘What is going to happen?’
‘Are you scared?’
‘I guess a little bit. I don’t want them to hurt you.’
‘Come here.’
He moved his chair away from his desk and held his arms out to me. I ran across the carpet to Daddy.
He put his hands on my shoulders and looked at me deeply. ‘Look at me, Peeps.’ He looked worried and sad, and I could feel his warmth and the smell of oil on his skin. He used baby oil for his skin disease and sometimes he smelled like a baby. His eyes were so good to me, it always made me want to cry.
‘Peeps, you are a very good soldier and you are very strong. But you must be stronger. We are fighting a very tough battleagainst the anti-life forces. It is very hard sometimes. Many people ran away. You have been very brave.’
I nodded. It was too much for everybody – Oranur, the flying saucers, the cloudbuster, and the FDA. A lot of people thought Daddy was crazy. There were spies who stole the Orgone motor. And everyone who ran away, except me and Bill and Eva, was afraid of truth: we had truth.
‘You know, Peeps, hundreds of years ago there was a sickness called the black plague. It went all over Europe, killing thousands and thousands of people. Many good doctors worked very hard to cure the people but very often they died too, victims of the plague. Today, I have discovered a new kind of plague.
‘It is an emotional plague that comes from within. It kills people emotionally and makes them keep their belly tight. It makes them lie and slander and spy. This emotional plague is more vicious than the black plague because the people do not want to be cured. They strike out in rage at one who tries to cure it because they have been sick so long, they think the sickness is health. And that is why they are attacking me. I am trying to tell them that they don’t have to hate and they hate me for it. We have discussed this many times, do you remember?’
I nodded and held onto his eyes because I
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