1952: Encounter near Salt Lake City, Utah – 2nd Sighting

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THINK ABOUTIT SIGHTING REPORT

Date: August 18 1952

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Day/Night: Night

Location: Near Salt Lake City, Utah

Urban or Rural: Rural

Hynek Classification: CE-III (Close Encounter III) Close observation with animate beings associated with the object.

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No. of Object(s):  1

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Number of Witnesses: 1

Source: Clarion Call! Truman Bethurum

Summary/Description: Barely two weeks after his second encounter Truman Bethurum saw the “scow” ship streaking down from the sky to a spectacular, silent landing less than 200 yards from Bethurum’s small truck. He joined the captain again in her cabin this time armed, in anticipation of their conversation, with a list of questions he had compiled since their last meeting.

Topping his list was the lady captain’s name. “Aura Rhanes” she told him, then she spelled it out loud, in English, so that he could accurately record it among the growing notes he had begun to keep of his encounters. They spoke together of the vast desert spaces, the extreme heat, and the scarcity of water in the arid landscape around them—to which she concluded, cryptically, “I expect to be around for a thousand years, but the water in your deserts will mostly be tears.” She allowed him to touch her arm and shoulder, to assure himself of her reality that he was not dreaming.

They exchanged family stories, the tiny, seemingly youthful Captain Rhanes revealing that she was a grandmother, with two small grandchildren back on Clarion. She told him of her journeys, “We land on various planets in many locations. Also, we have made many landings in different places on your Earth. Our only purpose in landing is for our own education, and to relax a bit and replenish our atmosphere tanks, since when we travel our scow is sealed right against outside influences.” The conversation turned again to the social conditions found on Earth. She spoke sadly about the continual strife her crew had observed among earthlings, concluding that, “Other planets are much too busy improving the welfare of their inhabitants to have time for even minor controversies.” The beautiful captain closed their conversation with this warning:

“We figure our lives and plan our actions far in advance, and every one of us knows how to do this. We have not the problems you have, because we know what is right and want to do it. The same could be true upon your Earth. God has been liberal in his blessings, and there is no dearth. Your people’s could amalgamate and act in unison instead of constantly warring upon each other, and then your deserts and plains could be transformed into gardens that would be like Heaven.

The substance and effort and life spent each year on your wars would bring an abundance of water into your deserts, if not from your polluted rivers, then from the atmosphere itself, or from your distant oceans. These things can be done. And you’d have a paradise in which to build your homes and rear your children and see your sons bloom into manhood in peace, without the nagging horror and fear of bloody death and maimed and crazed young bodies. But so far as I can see into the future of this planet, the water in your desert will mostly be tears.”