Who would have thought that the subject of our previous post, Go Topless Day—drawing attention to the feminist fight for frontal freedom—was created by a man? And a cult leader at that!
“We’ve just thoroughly enjoyed International Go Topless Day,” writes reporter Jonathan Poritsky, “a day in which women are encouraged to bare their goodies in the name of ‘equality between men and women—being topless in public.’ Sounds all well and good, but who exactly is behind this mammary-freeing scheme? Why, none other than the extra-terrestrial worshipping Raëlians, whose symbol is a swastika intertwined with a Jewish Star!” {‘E.T., phone Hitler,’ below}.
“Diabolical is a word that comes to mind when thinking of this unique alliance,” continues Jewish journalist Poritsky. “Genius is another. If you’re looking for membership, then tits would seem a grand way to enter into the hearts and minds of hippies and tightwads alike.”
Which is why the movement’s spiritual leader, who calls himself Raël, both champions and chastises the feminist intent of Go Topless: “Men should look at a woman’s breast in a ‘desexualized’ way?” he says with shock. “Wow … what a primitive concept of Judeo-Christian guilt! I will always look at a woman’s breast in a ‘sexualized’ way and never fight this naturally beautiful reaction!
“And I would be very happy if women look at my nipples or ass (they do!) in a ‘sexualized’ way also!” Raël gave them the chance while marking Go Topless Day (below) at age {naturally} 69:
“We are all sexual and it’s beautiful! Enjoy it!!” The self-proclaimed ‘Prophet’ surely has …
Here’s the Origin Story of how a ne’er do well Nerd made himself into the ‘Messiah’ to millions ... while making millions!
Claude Maurice Marcel Vorilhon was born in Vichy, France—infamous for its collaboration with the Nazis—the year after WWII ended. In the words of Wikipedia: “At age 15 Vorilhon ran away from Catholic boarding school and hitchhiked to Paris, where he spent 3 years playing music on the streets—before managing to land a record contract and becoming a rising teen pop star on radio.
“He took on a new identity, assuming the name Claude Cellier, and released 6 singles, including a minor hit song, Le miel et la cannelle (Honey and Cinnamon),” below left.
“Vorilhon had a passion for the songs of Belgian star Jacques Brel, and tried to imitate his vocal style {becoming known as ‘The Little Brel’}, but his prospects came to an abrupt end when his sponsor committed suicide in September 1970.” Though he still gets a few licks in to entrance his legions of followers today:
“He’d been saving his music money,” Wikipedia adds to the back story, “to buy a racing car—a dream he had since he was a young boy (below left right). So Vorilhon decided to work as a sports journalist to gain access to the world of car racing, and so created a sports car magazine called Autopop.” Complete with uncovered covers (below center)—a pre•view of what was to come.
So how did the publisher/sports car nut become a religious guru?
“His claim,” Christian Faith explains, “is that on December 13, 1973, at a large volcanic crater in central France, in the early morning fog, he saw a flying saucer land.
“A small childlike creature {yet hung like a horse, below left} descended a towered stairway and spoke to him in perfect French”—telling the rechristened Raël “to teach Earthlings the noblest thing: which is to seek pleasure for pleasure’s sake, especially sexual pleasure.”
During a subsequent encounter, notes an Ohio State physics professor who studied the cult, “Raël enjoyed the sensual attentions of 6 ‘voluptuous and bewitching’ female aliens (above right), who convinced the fun-loving prophet that the aliens did indeed have a superior civilization.”
As the Raëlians’ former Public Relations Director later put it: “Sounds to me like someone had a bad acid trip, but Claude claims these hot aliens fucked his brains out and showed him how that was the path to salvation.” Or in the words of the satiric Onion: “In 1973, aliens appeared before Vorilhon atop a French volcano and commanded him to get asmuch pussy as possible.” Hence his hordes of topless devotees …
Added The Onion: “Raël is French for ‘L. Ron.’”
It actually means ‘messenger of the Elohim’—or ‘those that come from the sky,’ according to the book of Genesis (below left). Which explains his need to get to know them in a Biblical way (below right)!
Today, his foxy female followers take off their tops to show their devotion to the aliens (below left) … and the head Raëlian {below right, taken just last month in NYC}.
Talk about art imitating life—the cult devotee depicted in the drawing is Raëlian Layla, who goes by the name Lay Me Me.
Which pretty much sums up the cult: “It would seem that the practices of this movement are not demanding,” concludes Christian Faith. “Vorilhon’s followers are expected to denounce any previous church affiliation, and live any way they like. All types of sex is encouraged—heterosexual, homosexual, transsexual.” Interspecies (below left)?
And since all of Raël’s Order of Angels have consented and are committed to ‘service the Messiah sensually,” lesbianism among them is actively promoted (above right)—the better to join together “to enhance the Prophet’s pleasure.”
The scene below was created by the cult’s official artist, Zana Neichan, to spread their Messiah’s message.
Why even Maitreya himself {Raël has adopted the Buddhist word for Messiah} doesn’t pussy foot around (below left) … even as his group’s older ‘mentors’ are expected to initiate their ‘sisters’ to Sapphic sensuality (below right).
In case the cult’s desires weren’t clear, its ads leave little doubt (below left).
And despite public protests from conservative Christians (above right), Raëlian ravishers have taken to the practice religiously.
As has the sect’s aforementioned artist Zana Neichan … real name Danielle Zana (below left) … who says her “earth parents forced me to live the gender they wanted (male), when I wanted to be female.” And in this recent “Self Portrait” (below right), Danielle makes clear she’s taken matters into her own glands!
“The biggest mistake of the Elohim,” Zana writes in her description of the work, was separating the genders (Eve and Adam) instead of making them the same sex.”
“From my time with Laura {her lover in the sect},” the artist explains, “I learned a lot of techniques and started to achieve Sensual Tantra {below left—you may recall the infamous singer Sting operation}. The shape of the erotic elves and symbols actually depict my journey of discovering the Raëlian movement—it was right undermy nose.” Especially when naked on her knees … below right.
Zana Neichan now practices free lesbian love with other similarly reclined Raëlians (below left) … and then puts her couplings on canvas (below right).
“The reason behind why my work focuses on Arts of Sensuality,” she explains, “is mainly because there still exists many a taboo and misinformation about erotic art—with strongly enforced censorship. Sensuality is not porn, and such art is conceived on the basis of true love and best done after sensual meditation, when a release of erotic endorphins is often present.”
Perhaps after making love to “my Raëlian Guide Gilda”—whom Danielle gratefully gifted with this mam•ento:
Less endowed … but equally aroused by their encounters … Zana assumes the same position her(s)elf.
“No Gender. No Race. Simply Me,” she captions it. “A Free Radical.”
One of her earliest works was entitled “Love from the Stars,” which the artist admits, is “based on my real-life experience of being taken up in an organic spacecraft that had tentacles. Kind of expressing myself where I wish I had been the being I was when originally born, with ambiguous genitalia” (below left). Yet, despite dubbing herself the “Feline Hermaphrodite Space Elf,” Danielle’s come to accept herself in hindsight.
Many are green with envy at the worldwide paradise of passion that the former singer and race-car driver has created for himself:
“Raël’s success seems to derive from offering a structured environment for decadent behavior,” reads a report from a Raëlian retreat entitled The Sexual Messiah. “He offers a no-guilt playground for hedonism and sexual experimentation.”
As the priapic prophet proclaims: “When you do not love yourself, when you feel guilty towards your sexuality, towards your nakedness, then you develop hatred for others. And if you begin to love yourself, to feel free, to enjoy being topless, you will not want to attack anyone. And this self-love creates shared love from others, and increases peace and love on the planet.”
Or as one cynic stated on Reddit: “Best pyramid scheme ever.”
The ex-publicist who says he became disillusioned after a decade confides: “They really downplayed the whole sex aspect of the cult after the mid-’80s because they wanted to be taken more seriously and people couldn’t get past the fact that orgies were a big part of the religion.”
When he took the job, “I was shown some of their early recruitment literature. It was wall-to-wall tits and ass. The later stuff that I was working on glossed over much of the sexual nature of the cult and focused on the teachings of their prophet.” But now, with millions in their coffers, they’ve taken it to the streets {even in conservative Korea}!
“I never met anyone that I thought was a true believer,” the former frontman feels. “I think they were all there with a wink and a smile. Even the founder seemed too coherent to really believe his own bullshit. In a lot of ways,” he concludes, “it seemed like a really hilarious excuse to hang out, not take life too seriously and have a lot of sex. I think that’s what they’re all doing—playing along to get some pussy—to be frank.”
And these days their cliterature makes no bones about it!
Especially at their frequent Happiness Academy group sessions around the globe:
Raël rarely objects when his movement is called “a sex cult,” insisting: “Because sex is the most wonderful, beautiful thing in life.”
The perfect note to END on …
… with an encore being played out at a typical Raëlian Happiness Academy encounter in Slovenia in July 2010—featuring copious group nudity and even a soothing song written in tribute to the former pop star!
Coming Next: Raël’s In•Her Circle
