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How I Found the Urantia Book—DANIEL MEGOW (1978) 

AT THE AGE of 25, in 1978, I got married. Three days after we returned from our honeymoon, my wife’s ex-fiancé came over for dinner. He and I hit it off great. We started discussing science fiction. I was a sci-fi fanatic, reading just about everything in print on the subject. Soon talk turned to alien life, UFOs, angels, and religion. We were having one of those really great conversations when he said to me, “Hey, wow, man! I’ve got this really cool book I think you’d like.”

“Far out, man!” I said, “What’s it about?”

“Um . . . well, I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve never really read it.”

“Uhh . . . then why are you telling me about it?”

“Well,” he answered, “whenever I have a question about anything like outer space or angels or stuff, I go through the table of contents until I find something that looks like it might answer my question, and then I go read it, and it’s great!”

“Okay,” I said. “Who wrote it?”

“Whoa . . . like, these spacemen delivered it and put it in a bus locker in, like, 1935,” he replied. “And then, about twenty years later, they busted open the locker, and there it was, man. So they just started publishing it. You gotta read it, really!”

At this point my interest was piqued, so when I asked where I could find one of these Urantia books, he promised to send me one as a wedding present.

About four months later (two months after I had given up on him), I happened to be in my favorite bookstore looking for some new sci-fi. I was depressed because I’d already read it all. I started to leave, but instead of turning down the aisle towards the exit, I caught myself walking straight past it. I stopped to turn around, and there, on the bottom shelf, stuck in the corner, I saw . . . the Urantia Book!

“Whoa! That’s that book by the spacemen!” I thought as I picked it up and opened it to the Foreword. I read the first page. “Hey, I like this!” I said to myself. “This might be fun!”

Glancing through the table of contents, I spotted “Government on a Neighboring Planet” and quickly turned to read about the planet of the spacemen. It wasn’t about the spacemen but it was kind of interesting, anyway. Finishing that paper, and still standing in the aisle, I wanted to see what the spacemen had to say about the Garden of Eden, so I began reading the next paper.

I stood in the aisle for the next three and a half hours reading all of the Adam and Eve papers. By the end of that time I began to doubt the spaceman theory and had an urgent need to know where this book had really come from. Not having the $28 to buy it, I snatched the white pamphlet from the inside cover to write to the Urantia Foundation to find out more about it.

I sent a letter off to them immediately, asking, “Where in the heck did this book come from, anyway?” The next day found me reading in the aisle of that bookstore for another four hours. (I replaced the pamphlet, by the way.) Every day I returned to read for hours at a time. When I finally went to the main library seeking the book, although there were twelve copies at that branch, I was dismayed to learn that all had been checked out. And while all of the other library branches carried Urantia Books, every single copy except one was checked out. I raced to that branch library like a madman and there it was! But when I carried that precious book to the check-out counter, I was told I could only keep it for one month, and then I’d have to wait for someone else to check it out before I could borrow it again.

“Double damn!” I didn’t want to go through this again. “All right, I’m gonna read this thing in a month! Period!”

I became a man on a mission. Nothing was going to stop me from finishing that book. While some days I only spent eight hours reading (I had to take time out for work and sleep), often I would read for sixteen hours a day. I couldn’t stop. I was addicted. My friends thought I had gone over the edge. Why would they think that? I’d found the answers to all of life’s questions, for God’s sake!

About three weeks later, I got a letter from the Urantia Foundation giving me the name of another reader in my area, Dick Prince. I called him immediately and found out about a Tuesday study group. It was Wednesday. I had until Monday to get the book back to the library. I calculated that if I only slept three or four hours a night I could finish it in time. Monday at 1 p.m. I finished the last page. I did it! I had conquered the world!

The next night’s study group at the Princes’ home was wonderful. Dick had a new UB I could buy for $13, and he said I could make payments on it. We read the beloved book and discussed it for two hours. I was home! I started reading my own Urantia Book from the beginning the next day. But this time I decided to take my time with it—at least six months or so. It took me five, but I was much more relaxed about it the second time around.

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