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How I Found the Urantia Book—JULIANNE CLERGET (1976) 

RETURNING from a camping trip in the mountains in 1975, my friend Lauretta Blackburn told me about her experiences: The happy campers had been sitting around the campfire after their evening meal, discussing why we are here, what religion is, and the meaning of the word God, when from far below they heard the unmistakable sound of an approaching vehicle echoing off the hillsides. It took a long time for it to attain the crest, but finally a pickup truck became visible.

The driver stopped, parked, and got out. He had long hair, a beard, and a twinkle in his eye. He approached the group’s primitive hearth and soon joined in the conversation. He talked about the teachings in the Urantia Book, keeping Lauretta and her friends spellbound until dawn. Before this mountain man departed, he turned to Lauretta and gave her a Urantia Book.

Lauretta only had time to tell me of this little adventure before moving several hundred miles away. Her story interested me so much that I wanted to read the book myself, but I couldn’t find a copy at any local bookstore. Nobody had heard of it.

Several days after Lauretta moved away, a mutual friend of ours, Ron Worthington, arrived at my door. I told Ron about Lauretta’s odd camping adventure, and that I was dying to read this Urantia Book. Ron was a seeker after truth, had studied many of the world’s religions, and he was as intrigued as I was.

Some months later, Ron visited me again. This time he announced happily that he had found out there were copies of the Urantia Book in Wenatchee, approximately four hours east of my home in western Washington. They were $20 each. Ron offered to pick up a copy for me, too, but I was currency-deficient at that time, and could only plead, “Could I read your book sometimes?” Ron agreed, then departed on his adventure.

During the four days of Ron’s absence, much occurred. The house my family and I had built with our own hands burned to the ground and we lost all our possessions. Curiously, two years earlier the same thing had happened to us. Once again we rallied together, trying to survive and make the best of the situation. My youngest son Scott seemed undaunted and immediately asked, “What kind of house will we build this time?”

Lauretta, who had recently moved back to our area, had been living with us at the time. For the next few days we salvaged clothing, bedding, and other necessities; we burned the remains, since the fire from the house was still smoldering. We also pulled all the burnt metal out of the ruins and piled it in the driveway. At night we stayed with friends, and went back to the “job from hell” during the day.

By day four of this, with all of us covered with soot and looking rather comical, we piled into Lauretta’s car and were driving to a friend’s home to shower when we passed Ron on the road, heading in the opposite direction. We looked at one another and in unison cried, “My God, that’s Ron! He doesn’t know about the fire!”

Lauretta screeched on the brakes, turned around and drove back to our driveway. There was Ron, standing on what used to be the porch, looking very upset. I got out of the car and ran up to him, saying, “Ron, it’s just the material world. We may not have any possessions but now we don’t have any possessions to worry about, either. We’re all okay. We are alive.”

Ron replied, “But . . . you do have a possession. I’ve brought you a Urantia Book.”

That was September 27, 1976. Now, many years later, my children are grown and my entire life is devoted to understanding and disseminating the teachings of the Urantia Book. I thank God every day for the knowledge, hope, and faith inspired by this wonderful revelation.

Lauretta has often wondered, who was the gentleman with the long hair and the twinkle in his eye? She’d love to contact him some day, and I’d also like to give him a big hug.

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