George King, Intergalactic Hero


A dapper George King some time in the 1950s. (Photo: Joe Fex/A-PEX Research)

In May 1954, an ethereal voice popped into the head of a cab driver named George King: “Prepare yourself! You are to become the voice of the Interplanetary Parliament!” 1 Eight days after King received this vital information, an unidentified (supposedly world famous, though unnamed) swami materialized in his London flat and treated King to a crash course in tantric yoga, which apparently enabled him to attain vast knowledge regarding the secrets of the universe.

The aforementioned unnamed (world famous) swami instructed King to form an organization that would help the planet get its act together. To accomplish this feat, King was required to establish telepathic contact with Master Aetherius from Venus, who would steer him in the right direction.

In 1955, King founded the Aetherius Society. According to the group’s newsletter, The Cosmic Voice: “The orientation of the Aetherius Society is a spiritual one, since it is definitely known that the mission of the Flying Saucers and their crews to Earth is a spiritual mission.”

Other Venusians soon came telepathically calling—in addition to a legion of cosmic masters (including Jesus)—who enlisted King into something called the Great White Brotherhood. Although it sounded like a Ku Klux Klan chapter, the Great White Brotherhood was actually a group of ascended master good guys that have been engaged since time immemorial in a war against a legion of black magicians whose ultimate aim is to enslave the human race. Not good!

To battle against this subversion, King created what became known as “prayer batteries” that store up to 700 hours of “spiritual energy” (for a whopping 10,000 years!) that can be held in reserve and later put to use in making the Universe a safer place, which is always a good thing!


Aetherius Society members tapping into spiritual energy to juice up a prayer battery. (Photo: Douglas Curran.)

Not all of King’s interplanetary interactions were of the telepathic type. In You Are Responsible! (1961), King recounted a trip to Mars (actually to one of the moons of Mars, if you want to get technical) where he entered a room he apparently didn’t belong in and red lights started flashing (Warning! Warning!) Soon King found himself in the crosshairs of a shoot-first-ask-questions-later ray gun wielding dwarf from another planet! After being ray gun blasted by the dwarf and sustaining life-threatening injuries, King was able to psychically propel himself back to London and—with the aid of some “excellent spiritual healers” —return to optimum health in no time flat.



On a return trip to Mars (not just one of the Mars’ moons, but actually Mars this time), King attended the Martian General Assembly where a somber discussion ensued regarding a mysterious asteroid that posed a threat to the red planet—and Earth as well! This asteroid was the same place where King had encountered the ray gun wielding dwarf in the room where he shouldn’t have been. Apparently, a Martian scout ship had been sent to investigate the asteroid (or moon, or whatever you want to call it) and ended up being destroyed. Long story short, the Martians agreed that they needed some sort of retaliatory response to this evil dwarf asteroid, and King volunteered his services since he already had insider knowledge on the subject of evil dwarfs and the asteroid they rode in on.

As part of this tactical operation, King recruited his telepathic Venusian friends and along with the Martians formed an Earth/Mars/Venus alliance that destroyed the evil asteroid and the ray gun-wielding dwarfs along with it. Unfortunately, 174 Martians died during the course of the conflict, but Earth was saved (and that’s all that really counts.) 1


Despite all of these interplanetary heroics, George King was later taken to task by TV star Jackie Gleason on an episode of Long John Nebel’s Party Line:

GLEASON: How are you?

KING: Very well, thank you.

GLEASON: Are these people from outer space friends of yours?

KING: I believe that they are friends of mine, yes.

GLEASON: Could you call upon them for assistance? For instance, if you were in some sort of legal difficulty, embracing some part of their recognition of you, would they come to your aid?

KING: Under those circumstances, they would help, yes.

GLEASON: If I were, for instance, to say to you that you are a bare-faced liar, now you know you could sue me for libel, right?

KING: Yes yes.

GLEASON: Now you think you could get any legal assistance from them in a case like this?

KING: No, I don’t.


KING: Why should they help?

GLEASON: Well, you’re championing their cause.

KING: No, No I’m not. I’m trying to give a spiritual message, which I believe to be good for all people…

GLEASON: Why do we need a spiritual message from someone in a flying saucer? Don’t we have enough from Christ, Buddha, Moses, men like that?

KING: Do we live by those teachings?


KING: You do? Then you’re the first Christian I’ve ever seen.

GLEASON: You mean that no one lives by the laws of Buddha, Christ, or…

KING: I never met anyone.

GLEASON: By the way, do you know that every time you are uncertain when you say something, you cough? Do you know what that means psychologically? In other words, you cough every time you tell a lie.


GLEASON: Now George, look at the juicy opportunity you have. Here’s a guy that you’re talking to that’s got a lot of dough. You can sue me for maybe a million dollars, and maybe get it. All you have to do to get it is to bring one of your friends from Mars to OK this thing. And then you win.

KING: I’ve already answered this question. There isn’t a man on Earth who could do this.

GLEASON: In other words, you have absolutely no proof from these people whom you are championing? You have absolutely no backing from anybody in outer space for what you say?

KING: Just a moment please. Just one minute.

GLEASON: I’m waiting, and cough a little bit.

KING: I shall put this phone down in a moment.


KING: I’m a guest here, you see.

GLEASON: Not in my house, you’re not a guest. I think you’re a phony!

KING: C L I C K ! ! 2


Gleason’s dressing down of George King notwithstanding, the Aetherius Society continues to flourish, which is evident to anyone who has attended one of their Operation Prayer Power battery-charging sessions that “combine dynamic prayer, Tibetan mantra, and the science of radionics” as a “potent new tool against disease and suffering on earth.” According to Aetherius Society propaganda:

“For two hours, (Aetherius members) join together in a powerful ritual, using dynamic prayer, eastern mantra, and mystic mudras. The Energy they invoke is collected and stored in a radionic battery. These charging sessions continue week after week, filling each battery with thousands of hours of Prayer Energy.

“Whenever there is a disaster on Earth in need of Spiritual Energy, such as a hurricane, earthquake or war, this store of uplifting healing energy can be released almost immediately through a Spiritual Energy Radiator. This radionic device can discharge a battery in a fraction of the time it took to charge it. This concentrated Prayer Energy is then manipulated by cooperating Masters to the area in need.

“Since we started this Mission in 1973, we have had astounding successes aiding victims of catastrophes and other natural disasters.

“OPERATION PRAYER POWER charging sessions are open to anyone who is willing to expend the necessary effort to learn and practice the Holy mantras used as a powerful way to help humanity.”

1 Gulyas, Aaron John. 2013.  Extraterrestrials and the American Zeitgeist: Alien Contact Tales Since the 1950s. McFarland.

2 Nebel, Long John. 1961. The Way Out World.  Prentice-Hall, Inc. (p. 52).

Truman Bethurum and his Curvaceous Captain from Clarion



Truman Betherum (Joe Fex/APE-X Research)

One evening in July of 1952, Truman Bethurum—a heavy equipment mechanic working on a project near the California/Nevada border—pulled off the side of the road to catch some quick shut-eye when he was startled from sleep by several small olive-skinned beings gathered around the cab of his pick-up truck. “Our homes are our castles in a faraway land,” Bethurum’s new found friends informed him. Meanwhile a silver saucer 300 feet in diameter spun overhead.

“Have you a captain?” Bethurum inquired, rubbing the sleep from his bedazzled eyes.

“Surest thing you know,” one of the olive-skinned ETs replied and invited Bethurum aboard their ship (which they called a “scow”). 1 In short order, Bethurum found himself in the presence of the ship’s captain, a gorgeous gal named Aura Rhanes. As Bethurum waxed in Aboard A Flying Saucer (1954): “Little did I suspect that their captain would turn out to be a woman—and what a woman!”

Aura Rhanes

Artistic rendition of Aura Rhanes by Carol Ann Rodriquez.

Bethurum described Aura as “tops in shapeliness and beauty” with a complexion that was “a beautiful olive and roses” causing him to stare dumbfounded, unable to form a sentence. “Speak up, friend,” Captain Rhanes implored Bethurum. “You’re not hexed!”

Aura and her crew spoke perfect English—in rhyming couplets, no less—and hailed from Clarion, a planet permanently hidden behind Earth’s moon. According to the Claronites, their home was straight out of some Utopian paradise where such things as divorce, smoking tobacco, drinking liquor, and other such evil earthly pursuits didn’t exist. (Borrrrinnngg!) On account of all this wholesome living, Clarionites lived to be around a thousand years old and could levitate at will. They were also tops in scientific technology and had developed a machine called the Retroscope that allowed them to see any place in the universe at any time in history.

The Clarionite “scow” was constructed of “the finest Martian steel.” The crew members dressed like Greyhound bus drivers, except for our adorable Captain Rhanes, who sported a radiant red skirt, black velvet short sleeve blouse and black beret with red trim like some kind of space age beatnik beauty. For general amusement, the Claronites passed the time—during the course of their intergalatic travels—playing polkas and square dancing. On a more serious note, Captain Rhanes informed Bethurum that if mankind didn’t quit squabbling amongst themselves, they would never be able to achieve space flight. She also had a flair for the dramatic: “I expect to be around for 1,000 years, but the water in your deserts will mostly be tears.” Sad!

Following his initial contact with Captain Aura and her crew of Greyhound bus drivers, Bethurum returned to his hotel room and wrote this historic note: “If I am found dead in my bed, it will be because my heart has stopped from the terrible excitement induced by seeing and going aboard a flying saucer!”

Over a three month period, Aura visited Truman on eleven occasions, sometimes materializing in his bedroom, much to the chagrin of Bethurum’s wife, Mary, who later cited the comely space captain in her divorce petition.


Truman Bethurum at the 1961 Giant Rock Convention (Joe Fex/APE-X Research)

Bethurum enjoyed another shot at marital bliss in 1960, although unfortunately it wasn’t with shapely Aura, but a weathered old gal named Alvira Roberts, their nuptials taking place on the podium at the Giant Rock Spacecraft Convention.


Truman Bethurum and his bluishing bride, Alvira Roberts (Joe Fex/APEX Research)

During one of Aura’s later materializations, she instructed Bethurum to gather around himself some friends—particularly those with greenbacks—and establish the “Sanctuary of Thought”, a cosmically inspired commune dedicated to “peace and brotherly love” based out of Prescott, Arizona, that could help Truman generate some extra income.  It was through the “Sanctuary of Thought” that he sold signed copies of Aboard a Flying Saucer, as well as delivering services as a “spiritual advisor.”

The last time Bethurum beheld his curvaceous space captain was in the early morning hours of August 27th, 1952 at an all-night roadside diner in Glendale, Nevada:

Bethurum was enjoying a late night snack of pie and coffee with Whitey Edwards…when he felt an elbow in his side. Edwards gestured eagerly toward the lunch counter, where a small man was seated next to a tiny woman wearing a black and red beret, a black, velvety blouse, and a brilliant red pleated skirt… It had to be Aura Rhanes and one of her crewmen!

Bethurum looked, and confirmed Edwards’ suspicion. Would he like to be introduced?

Edwards, strangely put off by the presence of the celestial visitors, refused and began gathering his things to leave.

“If you do,” Bethurum cautioned, “stand near the door so you can see what they get into and which way they go when they come out.”

Then he approached his extraterrestrial friends. “I beg your pardon, Lady, but haven’t we met before?”

No, she insisted to each of his repeated requests for recognition, no, no. He turned to pay his check, and the pair were gone. He rushed outside and demanded Whitey Edwards’ report – where had they gone?

“Honest, Truman,” his friend responded, “Not a blessed soul passed through that door until you came out.”

1 Nebel, Long John. 1961. The Way Out World. Prentice-Hall, Inc. (p. 36).


Buck Nelson and the Downhome Visitors from Venus

The following bit on Buck Nelson was co-written with my cosmic cohort, Greg Bishop, host of Radio Misterioso.

Buck Nelson

Buck Nelson will forever be known as the guy who sold Venusian dog hair, but is probably best known for the famous photo in which he is holding up a sign for one of his spacecraft conventions with the “S” written backwards.

On July 30th, 1954, sixty-five-year old Buck witnessed “a huge disc-like object” hovering over his farm in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas that beamed down a light “much brighter and hotter than the sun.” Buck later claimed that this beam cured him of chronic lumbago.   1

The following year, Buck was treated to a second otherworldly visitation when a saucer landed in his barnyard carrying a crew of three amiable spacemen that included “Bob Solomon” (a strange name for a Venusian), an earthling traveling with him named “Little Bucky” and a third unnamed “old man” who was a trainee pilot brought along to learn how to steer the saucer. All three space-guys sauntered out of their saucer naked as jaybirds, carrying their uniforms on their shoulders to show they were normally proportioned human men so as not to alarm old Buck—though of course who knows if Buck would have found them any less alarming if they’d been wearing their normal spacesuits. Accompanying the space voyagers was a 385-pound space dog called “Big Bo” who stood on his hind legs and shook Buck’s hand just like he was a regular human feller.

Little Bucky, as the story goes, was a nineteen-year-old Earth-boy, who in 1940 was visited by a Venusian spaceship that landed on his family’s property in Colorado with an offer to take them all on a trip to Venus and back. However, little four-year-old Bucky was the only one in his clan to take the Venusians up on their offer, which apparently his parents were ok with.

As for Bob Solomon, he was a two-hundred-year-old Venusian who didn’t look much older than Bucky, which says a lot about the fine living one can find on Venus. Buck soon learned from the spacemen that atomic bombs would be the death of us all and that we needed to wise up and put the skids on any further atomic bomb testing or reap the dire results!

When the saucer men departed, they left behind Big Bo to hang with Buck for an extended stay and, being the good host he was, Buck would dutifully brush his interplanetary space dog and while doing so was able to collect a considerable amount of Big Bo’s hide, which he later sold in little packets at the 4th annual Giant Rock Spacecraft Convention. (Some observers at the event noted that the packets of hair looked like they may have come from a plastic doll.) 2


Buck Nelson at the door to the underground entrance to Giant Rock. Photo credit: Joe Fex/APEX Research

On April 24th, 1955, Buck was treated to a saucer flight to Mars where he enjoyed lunch, then next stop was the moon where he was treated to a right nice dinner, followed by a much-deserved nap. In between planet-hopping and much-deserved napping, Bob Solomon bestowed upon Buck a Venusian version of the Ten Commandments entitled the “Twelve Laws of God.” Not to be outdone, Little Bucky gave a demonstration of a “Book Machine” which was about the size of a television set and when a book was slid into this book machine contraption it would read the pages out loud, play music and project pictures!   3

Strangely (or not so strangely) Nelson noted that the space brothers also practiced segregation along racial lines, at least on Mars. Buck was told that “there are other races and colors of people there, but I was taken where the people were most like the ones I was used to.”  4


Buck wrote about his madcap adventures with these cosmic klansmen in My Trip To Mars, The Moon, and Venus. Before his trip, Nelson recalled that he “left milk out for my cat, which I call ‘Krazy,’ and Trixie, my horse, could get feed out on the range. Ted, my dog, went on this trip with me.”  5

According to Buck, the people of Venus had “no roads, [due to their use of hovering vehicles] no police force, no jails, no government buildings, and no wars.” The ruler he visited wore overalls just like the denim ones favored by Nelson, but they “didn’t have all the buckles and hooks which ours do and they were made of a different material.”6

A man named Hank Fulk claimed that Nelson:
“…got to meet President Eisenhower on an arranged trip to DC. The President’s doctors learned how to do open heart surgery from Buck Nelson. They were able to save Eisenhower’s life when he had his first heart attack. This was information given to Buck by the “visitors.” Many in Washington DC wanted Buck killed, but the General was a Friend that stood by Old Buck. He was as “HOT” as Area 51.

“BO the dog was analyzed, photographed, and x-rayed by students from The University of Missouri, School of Veterinary Medicine in 1953. The Results showed his hair to be unlike standard dog hair, internal organs were also some different. He was said to look much like a giant Sheep Dog.” 7

The trail on Buck Nelson goes cold sometime in the 1970s, but there are rumors that he spent his last years with relatives in California. The present whereabouts of Big Bo are unknown.

For more fruity flying saucers stories just like this, you really need to check out A is for Adamski: The Golden Age of the UFO Contactees available now where finer books are sold on the internet.

1 Flammonde, Paris, 1971. The Age of Flying Saucers (pp.87-88.) New York: Hawthorn.

2 Nebel, Long John, 1961. The Way Out World (p. 36.) Prentice-Hall, Inc.

3 Clark, Jerome, 2000. Extraordinary Encounters (p. 51) ABC-CLIO Publishers.

4 Nelson, Buck. 1956. My Trip To Mars, The Moon, and Venus. Quill Press Company. (p. 8).

5 ibid p. 10.

6 ibid p. 4.


Trevor James Constable and the Amorphous Blobs from Another Planet!

Trevor James Constable was one of George Van Tassel’s earliest visitors at Giant Rock and due to this influence he began channeling Ashtar, a name that turns up time and again in UFO lore. Unlike other Ashtar iterations, the version with whom Constable attained telepathic contact was an Etherian from the fourth dimension, also known as the Realms of Schare.  Apparently the Etherians were a benevolent bunch, but through their teachings Constable also learned of some evil ETs visiting Earth whom he referred to “The Dark Ones.”


Constable with his trusty Cloudbuster

According to Constable, the Etherians—and the flying saucers they spun in on—exist all around us, and sometimes even pass through us, although in most cases we aren’t able to see them, which explains their tendency to blink in and out of materiality, and why they often take on corporeal form to accommodate what humans expect to see, including nut and bolt craft that are created on a temporary basis to facilitate these human interactions.

In the summer of 1957, Constable began using infra-red film to photograph what he described as “critters”; entities or spaceships (perhaps they were one and the same) that were invisible—or at least could not be viewed by “normal” eyes. 1 What the infrared film allowed Constable to do was peek beyond the curtain, so to speak, and tune into a bandwidth not normally accessed by human perception. The “critters,” or space creatures, in Constable’s photographs appeared as a wide range of strange things, some of which were similar to flying saucer shapes, while other photos revealed amoeba-like entities. Constable used a version Wilhelm Reich’s Cloudbuster to pull these creatures into the atmosphere, or into the infrared spectrum, enabling him to photograph them. Or at least that was the story he was sticking to.


Even within the wooly world of ufology, Constable’s theories bordered on heretical. Because of this—and to shelter his professional career as a military historian—he initially flew under the radar using the pseudonym of “T. James” for his first book Spacemen Friends and Foes (1956), and then later “Trevor James” for They Live In The Sky! (1958). Eventually—as he became more comfortable promoting these ideas—he used his full name Trevor James Constable for his magnum opus, The Cosmic Pulse of Life (1976).

Here’s to a snippet of Constable on the Jeff Rense show from years ago before Rense became a total whacked out nazi!


1 Clark, Jerome. 1992. The Emergence of a Phenomenon: UFOs from the Beginning through 1959 – The UFO Encyclopedia – Volume 2. Detroit: Omnigraphics, Inc. (p.876).

Howard Menger and his Venusian Babes

This installment was co-conceived with my contactee colleague Greg Bishop.

“I am…Howard…Menger. The following statements which I shall make are…true facts.” So begins Menger’s 1957 record Authentic Music From Another Planet  that really didn’t seem all that otherworldly, but just a marginally talented tinkler of the ivories channeling the stars. Along with only two published books (From Outer Space to You and The High Bridge Incident) this was enough to place Menger in the upper echelon of the 1950s UFO contactee movement.


In 1946—at the tender age of 10—Menger met a beautiful blonde in a translucent sky-suit named Marla (sitting on a rock in the forest) who revealed she was 500 years old, although she didn’t look a day over 21. Marla toldyoung Howard she had to get back home to Venus lickety-split, but someday in the future he’d meet another blonde beauty exactly like her, curves and all!


Howard and Connie Menger

During WWII, Menger served with a tank division in the South Pacific and became proficient with a flamethrower which he used to flush the enemy out of caves and buildings. He related other contacts with spacemen and cosmic beauties throughout his tour of duty, whom he credited with saving his life. They predicted that the Allies would win and also told him that things would get more interesting after the war with a warning: “If you think you’re crazy NOW, Howard, wait until you see some of the other things that are going to happen to you!” 1

Menger was honorably discharged in 1946 and moved to a farm near High Bridge, New Jersey where he ran a sign-painting business and tinkered with homemade inventions. Perhaps because of his electronic and mechanical interests, he became fascinated with flying saucers and in particular (although he denied it later) with George Adamski’s book The Flying Saucers Have Landed, when he first read the title upon its release in 1953.


Feeling a desire to rekindle his cosmic contacts, Menger visited the spot where he’d met his first alien love interest fourteen years before. Not surprisingly, she appeared again and told Menger he had a job to do to help the Space People in their missions on Earth. He had to buy clothes for them (the women giggled and threw their Earth-bras away) and give haircuts to the men, who wore their hair long, like space hippies. These beautiful Venusians started dropping by regularly to Menger’s farm for coffee and friendly chats. Venus soon called upon Howard to serve as their personal barber and cut their long blonde locks so they could easier fit in with Earth society. In return for his hospitality, Menger was rewarded with a series of starship trips to Venus, Mars and the Moon, bringing back photos of the lunar surface taken from a porthole during his saucer ride. As evidence of his otherworldly excursions, Menger showed off a “moon potato” during a guest spot on Long John Nebel’s Party Line, which to all present looked like a common stone.  When asked about the moon potato’s less than earthly appearance, Menger explained it had been “dehydrated.”

On another episode of Party Line, Menger demonstrated a small-scale model of an “energy accumulator”, the design of which was based on space brother specifications. According to Menger, the full-size equivalent of this device served as a flying saucer propulsion system, not to mention a perpetual motion machine.  Perhaps Menger didn’t get the instructions quite right because when he flipped the switch, the small rotating motor fell off the body proper of the contraption. As Menger later explained: “I guess the glue came apart.” 2


Howard Menger holding something.

Menger held small saucer conventions on his farm, becoming a sort of East Coast version of a poor man’s George Van Tassel. It was at one such saucer soiree that the mysterious Valiant Thor was photographed, the very same Venusian Commander that Dr. Frank Stranges would spend considerable time with at the Pentagon. To date, no one has identified the man with the carefully coiffed pompadour. Attendees were also treated to figures dancing about in the woods on the property at night, although Menger said that the space people were not to be approached because they were shy.


Valient Thor FTW.

During another event at Menger’s farm, he made the acquaintance of a charming young lady who was a dead ringer for Marla, the blonde Venusian bombshell he’d met as a lad. As it turned out, this young lady—Constance “Connie” Weber—was the reincarnation of Marla (or Marla’s sister, or something like that) replete with gorgeous golden curls. Menger was immediately smitten with Marla’s earthside edition, which didn’t sit well with his wife Rose who promptly filed for divorce.

Some of Menger’s fans later called him on the carpet concerning an episode that occurred at one of his saucer soirees where said fans had assembled in a dimly lit room to meet an actual spacewoman whose features were concealed in the shadows. During this space girl meet-up, a sliver of light landed on her face revealing that it was Connie Weber playing the Space Lady role. 3


A few years after making this many claims of Venusian visitations, Menger appeared on a Long John Nebel TV broadcast and pretty much backtracked on every claim he’d ever made, claiming that the Government (also known as the “Silence Control Group”) offered him a job to say that he’d made up all his flying saucer stories as well as fabricating a series of space people photos. As for the government job, part of Menger’s duties, or so he claimed, was going around burying boxes.


One of Menger’s phony ET photos.



Another of Menger’s phony saucer photos.

In later years, Menger and his wife were occasionally featured at saucer conventions, but his star had faded, and he was looked upon as a relic of an earlier, more naïve era. Jim Moseley, researcher and chronicler of the UFO scene, recalled that Menger appeared at a Florida gathering in the 1990s along with Connie and one of his space-people-inspired contraptions. During a demonstration in a hotel, he plugged his invention into a wall socket and blew all the fuses in the facility. 4 Moseley also reported that Menger was apparently possessed of a furious temper when aroused, which may have been due to his wartime experiences and possible PTSD.

He appears to have come to a sort of peace with his legacy at the time of his death in 2009.

1 Menger, Howard, and Connie Menger. 1991. The High Bridge Incident: The Story behind the Story. Vero Beach, FL: Howard Menger Studio. (p. 4-5)

2 Flammonde, Paris,  1971. The Age of Flying Saucers page (p. 99.) New York: Hawthorn.

3 Clark, Jerome, 2000. Extraordinary Encounters: An Encyclopedia of Extraterrestrials and Otherworldly Beings. p. 172 ABC-CLIO.

 4 Bishop, Gregory. 2001. “Interview With James Moseley” in Wake Up Down There: The Excluded Middle Collection. Kempton, IL: Adventures Unlimited Press. (p. 115)

Swastikas, Spaceships, Babes and Boobs: Welcome to the Rollicking World of the Raelians!

The following was co-written with my intergalactic ally Greg Bishop, co-author of “A” is for Adamski: The Golden Age of the UFO Contactees.


Claude Vorilhon aka Raël (Photo: Douglas Curran)

Claude Vorilhon was born September 30, 1946 in Vichy, Allier France. His life reads like an improbable novel. He reinvented himself three times as a public figure, first as a teenybop singer, then an auto-racer and journalist, and finally as a messenger for the space brothers.

Vorilhon ran away from home in 1961 at the tender age of 15, hitchhiking to Paris where he hoped to become a recording star. He was discovered by a radio personality and given a record contract and the showbiz name: “Claude Celler.” 1

From 1966 to ’67 he released a string of singles to minor success. One of the sides was entitled “Madame Pipi,” which told the story of a toilet attendant. Claude’s teen crooner career ended abruptly when his sponsor killed himself in 1970. Gathering his earnings from his aborted dance with showbiz, Vorilhon founded a magazine based on his lifelong interest in auto racing, which also allowed him to test-drive new cars.

Vorilhon’s next big adventure occurred during a hike in the Pyrenees mountains on December 13, 1973 when he encountered a small, bald, green-suited spaceman with a goatee on his chin and a halo over his head who introduced himself as Yahweh (God to the Hebrews) and explained that humans were the lab creations of a group of ETs known as the Elohim.

Yahweh further informed Claude that he’d been chosen to spread the Elohim message and treated him to a spaceship trip (at seven times the speed of light no less!) to the Elohim’s home planet where he met up with the holy space age trinity of Jesus, Moses and Buddha. At some point in this madcap romp, Claude was given a scented bath courtesy of six perfectly formed biological robot babes, who subsequently treated him to some steamy robot sex.

In due time, Claude was appointed as the Elohim’s ambassador to Earth and given the space name Raël. This ultimately led to what some termed a free love saucer cult known as The Raelian Movement who encourage sexual promiscuity among its frolicking followers, all in search of an Elohim-blessed “cosmic orgasm.” Talk about a big bang! Bada bomp!


Claude’s new friends also showed him the unity of all things and the symbol for this unity. Unfortunately, the symbol in question faced an incredible uphill battle for acceptance. The logo of a swastika perfectly integrated into a six-pointed Star of David shocked and scandalized almost everyone who beheld the cursed thing. It was so dazzling (or offensive) that during the 1970s and ’80s, the Raelian Movement had to order stickers to place over the covers of all the books they still had in stock sporting their space age Star of David swastika. A new symbol they came up with  to replace the former looked appropriately new-age, but didn’t have the impact of the original because, well, nothing quite grabs the eye like a swastika shoved in your face. Eventually, Raël decided that a reasonable amount of time had passed and the scandal had blown over enough to recall its original glory for a new generation.

On a sunny afternoon on June 21, 2012, holiday makers at beaches along the New York and New Jersey shores were treated to the sight of a small aircraft towing a banner reading:


…followed by the Raelian swastika-in-the-star symbol. Thousands were aghast. Vorilhon might as well have marched up the main streets with a few of his followers wearing white hoods and torches. Raelians posted a press release on the site to explain their provactive  actions:

“Our objective in this annual “Swastika Rehabilitation Day” is to… rehabilitate the image of this very ancient symbol which has, in recent decades, been equated only with Hitler’s horrors, when in fact, the swastika has always meant something very beautiful, peaceful and loving for billions of people all over the world and still is by billions of people.” 2

At the 50th anniversary Roswell festival in 1997, the Raelians rented a booth at the convention center and went for the hard sell with babes in skintight leotards with headset microphones hawking the virtues of sensual meditation and the sex-positive message of Raël.  3

Not content to conquer just the weird world of UFO fandom, a select few Raelian babes (also known as the Order of Angels) posed in the October 2004 issue of Playboy, along with text that could almost be termed a recruiting pamphlet with nude women scattered throughout. Raël’s “wife and partner for 13 years” quipped, “This is the only religion that teaches that nudity and sexuality are pure and beautiful.” 4


Raël with Hef and some of his foxy Raelian ladies!

In 1997, the Raelians announced the founding of a biotech company called “Clonaid” to begin research into human cloning, which they said was the first step to immortality. On December 6, 2002, Clonaid director Brigitte Boisselier announced that they had cloned the first human being in asecret lab near Las Vegas. They named the child “Eve,” and announced that DNA testing would soon be performed to prove that the girl was an exact genetic copy of her mother. Over the next several months, Boisselier and others from around the world claimed five more successful human clones were born. By March, 2013, they said that the number had risen to thirteen. No evidence was ever provided for any of these claims.

As of 2020, the Raelian movement is still going as strongly, no doubt due to its sex-positive message and the fact that female members regularly take part in topless protests against prudish laws that prohibit the baring of female breasts in public. Long may they wave.



3 Greg Bishop’s personal recollection.

4 (no author) “The Rael World.” Playboy, October 2004: p 77-81.

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