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Aboard a Flying Saucer; (Non-fiction: a true story of personal experience . .) by Truman Bethurum. Los Angeles: DeVorss & Co., Publishers,
1954, 192 pages.
In June of 1952 Truman Bethurum was enjoying life in a trailer park in Santa Barbara as an unemployed (on strike) operating engineer. Unfortunately
his good friend Whitey Edwards called him from Mormon Mesa near Las Vegas with a job offer he couldn’t refuse. He needed someone to help run an
asphalt mixing plant. Bethurum was his choice. He would be picked up the next day. End of story. As soon as he arrived the plant shut down because of
excess capacity. Bethurum kept his job but only on swing shift as a maintenance mechanic. One day after his shift he decided to drive up to a mesa not
far from the shop. His wife collected seashells. He had been told the mesa was a former inland ocean and though it might be a good place to explore.
After a couple of hours searching he decided to take a little snooze. When he awoke there were several little men surrounding him.
They were all wearing a sort of uniform, later described as similar to a Greyhound bus driver’s. they wore black billed caps and ‘jackets like
cowboys.’ One of them spoke to Bethurum in a foreign language. He motioned he did not understand. The man said “You name it.” Bethurum said,
“My God! You can speak English too.” The little man said, “We have no difficulty with any language.” Thus assured, Bethurum stepped from his
truck and first saw the flying saucer.
All the little men lined up to shake hands with him. When he asked to speak to the Captain of the saucer, they all smiled, for the Captain was a
woman, “and what a woman!” He was led into the saucer (a “scow”) to meet Aura Rhanes. The Captain wore a red pleated dress and a black velvet
(fitted) blouse. She wore a black and red beret “at a jaunty angle,” had brown eyes and skin of a beautiful olive and roses. She had a radiant
smile and seemed amused at Bethurum’s; slack jawed silly reaction.
They begin a conversation in which Capt. Rhanes appears to answer questions before they are asked. She spoke perfect English, of course, but sounded
to Bethurum like Mother Goose rhymes. To Bethurum’s question of their motive power, Rhanes answered, “We have no reciprocating equipment
aboard.” It was, she said, and Admiral’s scow. And with that the interview was over. Bethurum was escorted outside; and the saucer took off. When
Bethurum got back to the shop his boss asked him if anything large had landed in the vicinity. Against his better judgment Bethurum admitted he had
seen a flying saucer. His colleagues, of course, hooted with laughter.
At Bethurum’s second meeting with Captain Rhanes on August 4, 1952, was only half an hour. He learned that on her world there were no taxes, no
politics, no delinquency of any kind. They had no illness, no doctors or nurses. And even mechanics and laborers are taboo. In short, her world had no
troubles of any kind. When he got back to the shop Whitey asked if he had told his wife about the saucer, and about Aura Rhanes. That night he wrote a
letter. But by return she said she was afraid of the hot weather and was reluctant to come.
On his third visit to the saucer Bethurum learned that Aura Rhanes and her crew were from the planet Clarion. This planet is on the other side of the
Moon and cannot be seen from earth (Note: The position was later changed to the ‘other side of the sun.’ Bethurum had apparently misunderstood.)
Other plants such as Mars were also inhabited by people like us. Mars, for example, is a great manufacturing planet. Everyone has a five acre country
estate with a beautiful lawn, where flowers and shrubs are everywhere. Turning to technological issues, Captain Rhanes maintained that conquering
gravitational force allowed them to dispense with friction of air as a problem in maneuvering their ships.
Much later in the day Bethurum was having a bite to eat with Whitey at a local coffee shop when he spotted Aura Rhanes and a companion at the counter.
When Bethurum attempted to strike up a conversation, she dismissed him with negative answers. Afterwards she called for the check and spoke to the
waitress, who returned to Bethurum to tell him Aura had apologized and had answered “No” to several questions when she ought to have answered
“Yes.” They then left the restaurant. Bethurum rushed outside where Whitey had been waiting. He insisted the pair never cam out the door. They had
disappeared in plain sight. Not long after she appears on a Las Vegas street corner and disappears into a drug store.
Bethurum continues to have problems with his marriage at this point. After a lengthy letter to his wife she wrote back to him not wanting to hear any
more about saucers or little people. Fortunately his two daughters (by a previous marriage) are on board with him and do not think he is crazy.
Bethurum had been discussing the visitors with local people and had developed a bit of a reputation. This also gave him the source of many more
questions to ask when he had the chance. But on his next visit to the scow he confesses to Aura Rhanes that many people think he’s nuts, including
his own wife, and that this is troubling to him.
On another visit Bethurum remembers he has a letter from a school girl written in French, which he does not understand. The idea is that he will give
Capt. Rhanes the letter and get an answer in French. This will prove Bethurum had no part in the communication. Indeed, she takes the letter, gives it
to a crew member, and then Bethurum hears a typing sound. Soon after a letter appears typed in French, which is included in the book. Rhanes also
gives him a message written in Chinese. The French letter claims all the inhabitants of Clarion are Christians, and that ‘modern countries’ are
devolving into paganism. It also exhorts the young “Chere Marie” to guard against the lure of adultery.
On subsequent visits Bethurum continues to learn more about the Clarionites. Their churches are always full. The like dancing polkas and square dances
and also are fond of ballets. Their children have plenty of toys but are never messy; they always put them away in special cupboard. There are no
weeds on Clarion. There are no traffic jams and their roads a are wide. They drive ‘nutronic jeeps’ and never have any accidents. They have three
power sources: antimagnetic or gravitational, plutonic, and nutronic. Bethurum looks forward to the time when he can travel to Clarion, which Captain
Rhanes has promised him.
Bethurum continues to speak of his marital problems. His wife hung up on him during their last phone call. He thinks maybe if she could see Clarion
all would be put to rest, but Captain Rhanes says the coming visit must only be made by men. (Note: Bethurum’s wife eventually divorces him, naming
Aura Rhanes as a correspondent in the proceedings.)
In the last few visits Aura Rhanes promises to take him and several of his friends to Clarion. She even has a package delivered to him with special
flares to call the scow. The visit never happened. On his last day in the desert Bethurum used the remaining flare, but no one came. He moved back to
Redondo Beach where sometime later he received a letter from Professor George Adamski who wanted to share experiences with him. He also received
visits from scientists and engineers wanting to know about the scow, and speaking invitations began to arrive. At the end of the book Bethurum’s
speaking career is about to take off.
Bethurum wrote three more books: The Voice of Planet Clarion (1957), Facing Reality (1958) and The People of Planet Clarion (1970). He also
established “The Sanctuary of Thought” in Prescott, Arizona.