Claude Vorilhon was an atheist, the son of an atheist and the grandson of one, and in December 1973 he was publishing a car magazine in central France. Then, by his own account, a silent metal craft settled into a volcanic crater in front of him. A four-foot visitor stepped out, and Claude walked away with a new name, a new father and a mission: tell the planet it was built in a laboratory.
He called himself Rael. The religion he founded is still going.
A runaway with a record deal
Claude grew up in his grandmother's home, raised by her and his mother. His father wasn't in the picture. The two women packed him off to a Catholic boarding school anyway, and at 15 he ran away, hitchhiking to Paris and playing music in little cafes and nightclubs. A music director at Europe 1, France's top radio station, spotted him. Six singles later, Claude was a teen pop sensation, for a minute, and saving up for what he really wanted: a race car.
The bubble burst in September 1970, when his radio benefactor died by suicide. Claude moved to Clermont-Ferrand, one of France's oldest cities, ringed by more than 80 dormant volcanoes. In 1971 he launched Autopop, a magazine for drivers. The timing was lousy. A global oil crisis was on, and France's prime minister was calling for a ban on motorsports.
Six days in the crater
On the chilly, overcast afternoon of Thursday, December 13, 1973, Claude was hiking alone inside a dormant crater. A metal object shaped like a flattened bell, more than 22 feet across, dropped out of the sky and touched down without a sound. A door opened, and out stepped a being about four feet tall, with dark eyes, long dark hair and olive skin. It seemed so peaceful that Claude got up the nerve to ask where it came from.
Another planet, it said. "I have many things to tell you, and I have chosen you for a difficult mission."
For six days the visitor laid it all out. "We were the ones who made all life on earth. You mistook us for gods." They were the Elohim, a name that appears more than 2,000 times in the Old Testament and is usually translated as God. The visitor said that translation was wrong. The word was plural, and it meant "those who come from the sky." Their civilization was some 25,000 years ahead of ours, and back home, creating life was banned. So they went looking for other planets. They reshaped Earth to suit their plans and seeded it using their own synthesized DNA: bacteria first, then plants, sea creatures and birds. Artists helped design it all so the new creatures would be beautiful. Giddy with success, they broke the one firm rule and secretly made beings in their own image. The scandal was enormous, but there was no undoing it. Humanity was allowed to live, as long as we never learned where we came from.
That time was over. The Garden of Eden had been a laboratory on a man-made continent. The flood was a nuclear blast. Noah's Ark was a spaceship holding animal DNA for future cloning. The resurrection was the Elohim cloning Jesus. Moses, Buddha, Muhammad, Jesus and Joseph Smith had all been their messengers, 39 of them before Claude, and every one of them garbled the message. "Do try to get it right this time."
Why hand the job to a man who published a car magazine? The visitor said Claude had summoned him by telepathy. They also wanted a free thinker from a country open to new ideas, and that meant France. The Bible Claude had bought on a baffling impulse a few years earlier? The Elohim had nudged him into that too. Then came the personal part. Claude's mother had been taken aboard a craft, artificially inseminated and sent home with no memory of it, just as Mary of Nazareth had been. "Your true father is no human male. Your true father is Yahweh. Your brother is Jesus Christ." And there was a chore: build the Elohim an embassy, in Jerusalem if possible, before they came back.
A lifelong atheist who ran a car magazine came out of a volcanic crater as the last prophet of a religion with no God in it. In his telling, humanity is an alien lab experiment that the Bible mistook for creation.
Rules for the faithful
Claude became Rael, a word he said means "son of the light," and never looked back. The last Autopop came out in September 1974. In 1976 he published The Book Which Tells the Truth, then Extraterrestrials Took Me to Their Planet, about an October 1975 trip to the Elohim home world. He described a planet with no war, no disease and no money. He said he met Moses, Buddha, Muhammad and Jesus there, and was seduced by a half dozen biological lady robots.
The Elohim, Rael reported, went naked, practiced free love, never felt jealousy and let only their smartest citizens hold power. New members renounced every earlier belief in what Raelians call the "act of apostasy." They held hands in a human chain to beam their genetic code to the Elohim, a rite called "the transmission of the cellular plan." They also signed a contract that took effect at death: a mortician would cut a piece of bone from the forehead, home of the mystical third eye, pack it in ice and ship it to Rael for the Elohim. Members gave 10 percent of their income and swore off alcohol, tobacco, caffeine and drugs. Monogamy was out. Nudity was in.
The embassy never got built. Believers raised more than $7 million, but Israel refused, partly because the movement's symbol was a swastika wrapped around the Star of David. Lebanon, Japan, Brazil and Dubai said no too. Rael traded the swastika for a swirling galaxy in 1992, then brought it back in 2007. The Elohim are due back in 2035.
The prophet's appetites
In practice, all that liberty looked a lot like a harem of very young women. Rael's first wife, a nurse, had married a car-magazine publisher. She stuck with him through the prophecy, but then came the nude gatherings in the living room and the cheating in the name of the Elohim. "He was a very cynical, manipulative and charismatic man." Sophie, the daughter of devout Raelians, was baptized at 15. Rael, then in his late 40s, announced that the Elohim had programmed her birth so she could be his bride. Her mother agreed. The marriage lasted more than 25 years and included a Playboy shoot in front of a fake UFO. Then he dumped her. She's still a believer.
The Order of Angels, young women who lived apart like nuns while training to become partners for the returning Elohim, was off-limits to every man but Rael. In 1991 he told a reporter that if he wanted sex 15 times a day and his partner wanted 25, his personal assistant Bobby could make up the difference. Undercover reporters exposed the group in Quebec, and the Raelians lost their property there. Rael has since found fresh converts in Japan. Meanwhile his second in command, a research chemist, runs a shell company that exists only as a post office box in the Bahamas, and the movement says it has done the thing the Elohim promised: cloned human babies.
