 How was Glmpauszn communicating with Joe?
A Gleeb for Earth By CHARLES SHAFHAUSER Illustrated by EMSH In two days I, Glmpauszn, will be born. I have attuned myself to a fetus within the body of a not-woman in the not-world. Already I am static and for hours have looked into this weird extension of the Universe with fear and trepidation. As soon as my stasis was achieved, I tried to contact you, but got no response. So I must communicate with you by what the not-world calls "mail" till we meet. I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury of facts from indirect sources. You must never know of my exact location, for the not-people might have access to the information. When it is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from the pod on the gateway into its crib and will be its exact vibrational likeness. This is the only way I could arrive in the room where the gateway lies without arousing suspicion. All is well, only they shot this information file into my matrix too fast. Glmpauszn Wichita, Kansas June 13 Dear Joe: Mnghjkl, fhfjgfhjklop phelnoprausynks. There is no way of describing to you in not-language what I had to go through during the first moments of my birth. My not-mother (Gezsltrysk!) I learned the following day that the opposite component of my not-mother, my not-father, had been away riding on some conveyance during my birth. He did not arrive till three days after I was born. My not-father entered while I was standing by the crib examining a syringe the doctor had left behind. This was the first use I had made of the so-called vocal cords that are now part of my extended matrix. They apprehended him on the stairs and I heard him babble something about my being a monster and no child of his. From now on I will refer to not-people simply as people, dropping the qualifying preface except where comparisons must be made between this alleged world and our own. Glmpauszn Albuquerque, New Mexico June 15 Dear Joe: I had tremendous difficulty getting a letter off to you this time. Then I establish contact with him while he sleeps and compel him without his knowledge to translate my ideas into written language. You know, one of your earliest instructions was to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not let yourself believe they do.
 through other people
 through vibrations  through the mirror  telepathically  through other people