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An enraptured enterprising journalist once shouted, “The Raëlians are great material: They’re sexy, good-looking nudists, and they worship space aliens! If that doesn’t get your attention, you’re probably dead.”
“That old fuck is getting mad pussy,” marveled a fan on the Mixed Martial Arts testosterone-fueled forum {three of Raël’s constant conquests uncovered in upcoming posts are previewed above}.
Added another in June 2014: “Highly smashable chicks in that sect”—whom its founder and the man behind GoTopless Day gets to sample at will … and without apparent apparel at regular rituals:
Forum regular E55 Pilot was even more definitive: “Hottest sex cult chicks ever! Also noticed the Star of David with the swastika symbol—that’s the only thing keeping this cult from taking over the Universe!!” Though always nestling it between nubile knockers tends to lessen the führer …
Indeed, no matter the Raëlian’s age, the placement is always sage.
“The most important thing Raël got right,” writes one blogger, “was having a lot of hot girls at the front, scantily clad and talking about sex.”
Epitomized by his always attendant Angels: “Claude Vorilhon {Raël’s real name} cleverly created an Order ofAngels,” notes Christian Faith magazine, “—select women whose role it is to serve and service the prophets (Vorilhon, as Raël, being the only current prophet) and any visiting extraterrestrials”
Among the most out of this world Angels (below, L to R) at their master’s pecker and call are: Anouchka, Florence {both uncovered in the climax to this series} and Nubia {who gets right to the meat of the matter}.
“Nude photos are not pornography,” Raël remarks. “They, as well as the statues in museums, are works of art. It’s time to end this Judeo-Christian guilt about nudity.” One small step for (wo)mankind is taken annually by bare-breasted Raëlians leading the worldwide Go Topless Day parades (below left).
And the piece-loving followers favor boobs over bombs—as in their popular poster for disarmament above right.
“We have to save the planet,” their Prophet proclaims. “And showing your nipple is part of it!” Hence his sponsorship of this succulent slogan:
Why, even Raël’s recollections of the crop circle (below left) produced by the aliens who enlightened and enlisted him … and the craft they arrived in (below right) … have “nipple” written all over them!
As did the inflatable replica floated at the 2006 Burning Man Festival to introduce the cult to a wider audience {that appreciates exposed nipples}.
Yet it’s important to remember that before he had his spaceship revelation and became Raël, Claude Vorilhon was a married father struggling to get his career off the ground.
“He destroyed my life and our children’s lives,” hisses Marie-Paul Cristini, the nurse Vorilhon married in 1970 when both were 24. Marie-Paul was pregnant with their first child on 12/13/73 when “he set off one day to climb an extinct volcano in central France—and came back as Raël.”
A subsequent “scented bath” and simultaneous sex with six female robots transformed the race-car driving journalist into a sex-crazed satyr. “He was only home for about half our marriage,” his wife of 15 years relates. “The rest of the time he was traveling the world preaching and gathering disciples.
“When he was at home he slept with hundreds of women—a new one every day—all pretty young devotees who thought he was some kind of god. He wouldn’t stop having sex even if I walked into our living room, where he held his nude gatherings.
“He made me cook for them and clean up after them. No child should be expected to witness adult nudity and exist in an environment so close to people having orgies.”
“They were so young and innocent,” Marie-Paul (below left with their daughter Aurore around the time} spews with venom. “They should never have been exposed to the debauched and wicked things that went on in our home.”
Second child Ramuel (above right), born in 1975 at the height of hedonism for the hot-to-trot young cult leader, finally broke away from the free love lifestyle when his parents divorced in 1985.
“I thought I had married a fairly ordinary, if slightly egotistical man. Not a freak,” his still-bitter bride feels. “At first I believed that Claude really thought what he was saying was true, but over the years I began to think the whole Raëlian movement was a trick to have more sex.”
Particularly with his main mistress—and the “last straw” for his marriage—the cult’s original spokeswoman, Sylvie Chabot (below left)—whom he “openly cavorted with in his wife’s presence” {Think a ‘Camilla’ to Di for, below right}.
Now 70 and silver haired—like her leader and former lover—still-sexy Sylvie remains by his side as “official attaché to Raël.”
She first became attached to him soon after joining the “sex cult” in 1975—Sylvie’s in the sundress front and center in what looks like a typical “free love” French hippie commune from the Age of Aquarius.
The sister of Raël’s right-hand man, Daniel Chabot, Sylvie was given the title of Raëlian bishop and named his public relations agent and mouthpiece for the Maitreya {Messiah}. Basically the Kellyanne Conway of her day.
“In 1998, Raël received a revelation from the Elohim {alien gods} about how, “although they had not come yet, they would soon,” writes Richard Landes in the book Heaven on Earth. “In the meantime, Raël should create the (aforementioned) ‘Order of Angels,’ a collection of the most beautiful women believers and prepare them to welcome the Elohim in sexual delight. As long as the gods tarried,” Landes relates, “these specially dedicated women should make Raël happy.”
And since the return of the Elohim has been put off until 2035, according to the prophet—when he and Sylvie will both be nearly 90—she might as well concentrate on the here and now! As Heaven on Earth explains: “The highest rank of the Order {Chabot has been a “Superior Angel” since the Millennium} are—pending the arrival of the Elohim—reserved entirely for Raël.”
The four white feathers around Sylvie’s neck (below left) indicate her status … and service to her ‘master.’
The diamond earrings speak to her skill and devotion (above right).
“Deciding to be a Chosen is deciding not to have other sexual partners,” Sylvie Chabot wrote to the other Angels in their monthly newsletter upon ascending to the top of their ranks. “Deciding to be Chosen is to restrict one’s sexuality but not to stop it.”
Indeed, Chabot has chosen to share hers since the very beginning of Go Topless Day ten years ago (below), as the first frontwoman for the annual event.
“Wearing our feathers is a small tribute to our sweetness, purity and slenderness,” Sylvie said to her cohorts.
And Sapphic•ness: “Clarification is hereby made regarding the Elected,” she wrote as Raël’s rep early on in the movement. “They can have sex only with other Elected women and should not kiss men.”
If she’s lucky, Chabot has managed to spread her wings with her second-in-command for Canada {where Raël moved his headquarters after being kicked out of France for “sexual deviance”}, nubile Nadia Salois (below)—whom we’ll profile shortly in The Go Topless Hall of ‘Frame.’
“Our professional success is secondary to serving Raël,” Sylvie reminded the lesser Angels in a 2017 newsletter. “Just like our sexual achievements.”
Seems her feathers have grown even fluffier!
Who would ever guess that the shy septuagenarian living in quiet La Prairie, Quebec (inset below) continues to be the face of Go Topless Day—which she conceived along with Raël in 2007.
Or that their Facebook friend would field all the questions from the ravenous ranks of curious but clothed reporters:
But then, public speaking has long been her forte {aging in place below} …
… with Sleuth supplying the missing pinks often omitted from news coverage!
And Chabot doesn’t just speak in public: “Sunday morning we experienced beautiful emotions gathered around Sylvie, who brilliantly helped us to be conscious of the small things we still need to improve,” wrote an adoring Angel attendee at a private workshop to get tips from one who has ‘served’ Raël the longest. “The emphasis was put on the importance of team spirit, which we must cultivate in order to allow us, chosen by our Prophet, to be even more beautiful, more experienced and closer to him.”
“We are created in the image of our Creators, the Elohim,” Sylvie stated in a press release way back in 2005 {and their work is holding up well, below}.
“They are an advanced race from another planet, so what could be shameful about nudity? We were created out of pleasure and FOR pleasure.”
“Even though it is legal for women to be topless in public in Ontario and British Columbia,” Chabot commented on Go Topless Day 2014, “attitudes may not have followed legalization to the point where all women feel totally comfortable walking around topless wherever and whenever they feel like it.” As long as they don’t wear white (pants) after Labor Day!
Age 68 in the above photos, Sylvie scored a major coup when her efforts recently resulted in forcing the city of Toronto to “revise its municipal code which discriminated against women’s topless rights in its parks and on its beaches.” Chabot cheered: “We are thrilled with this victory! Now that the law is on their side, women have to realize that exposing their breasts is not an indecent act—not any more than a man showing his chest.”
Having “freed the nipple,” Sylvie’s latest quest is to “Adopt a Clitoris”—the centerpiece {ahem, below} of the Raëlian program to end genital mutilation in Africa.
Put in charge of “Clitoraid Canada,” Raël’s exalted early mistress reported: “Our main action was participating in several sex shows—3 in Toronto, 2 in Vancouver, 2 in Montreal and 1 in Hamilton. And the best was in Ottawa, during Sexapalooza. It was during this show that we collected the most money.”
As PseudoScienceMuseum.com quipped, “Basically the Raëlians are into: Intelligent Design {albeit by aliens}, cloning, nudity, bisexuality, pansexuality, free condoms and masturbation.”
And speaking of “adopting a clitoris,” at the same semen•ar earlier referenced by that adoring Angel, she ends her report with a reference to Chabot’s teachings: “We concluded this wonderful weekend with Sylvie’s proposition of a meditation on self-love.”
Clearly the woman who Raël left his wife for has her finger on the button of the movement, as she proved again just recently when asked by a skeptical scribe: “What do you say to women who say they don’t want to be topless in public, and perhaps feel women shouldn’t have that right?”
“Many are ashamed of their bodies,” Sylvie summed up. “And they are carrying taboos about nudity since they were little girls. But being topless is not an obligation. Mais non, it’s a freedom.”
And largely an ENDin itself.
So what does 70-year-old Sylvie do when she’s not ‘serving’ Raël or instructing younger Angels to do the same and prepare to please the Elohim? Well, you’ve seen her ageless bosom … now check out her impressive lungs:
One of Sleuth’s all-time favorite film songs: the theme from 1986’s The Mission.
His Mission continues next with … The Second Wife
