Table Of ContentABOUT THE AUTHOR
Orfeo Angelucci was born June 25, 1912, in Trenton, New
Jersey.
Science, particularly fundamental physics, has been his great-
est interest and most intense study since his early school years.
This preoccupation led Mr. Angelucci into work with General
Motors and Lockheed Aircraft during the years of World War II
and the Korean conflict.
The author’s studies and practical experience in the field of
airplane manufacturing have produced his unusual writings
about space and its various attributes.
Mr. Angelucci believes his background was the reason for his
being given the story he has told in SON OF THE SUN.
D E V O R S S & C o . , P u b l i s h e r s
SON OF THE SUN
by Orfeo
Ang elucci
DEVORSS & Co., Publishers
516 WEST NINTH STREET Los
ANGELES 15, CALIFORNIA
Copyright, 1959
by Orfeo
Angelucci
Printed in the United States of America by— DeVorss & Co., Publishers,
516 West Ninth St., Los Angeles 15, Calif.
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to those people with that soul which ever
projects a little further than the senses, which perceive only things
of the present that come, pass on, and are no more the things we
knew. To the marvelous souls who, in the early spring, work to
sow what others reap in the late fall.
Such a one was Adam, whose story it is my privilege to pass
along in these pages.
Therefore, in dedicating this book to these souls; it follows that
it is dedicated also to Adam, the physician from Seattle. Very
much so.
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
Special acknowledgment is gratefully made to the following:
First of all, to my beloved wife, Mabel, whose unfailing
devotion has been the cornerstone of my life at all times, whether
the path was sunny or shaded. This includes, of course, my sons,
Ramon and Richard, and my daughter-in-law, Pat.
To the Truehart family: Marcile, Bill and Gloria; Marcile, for
her untiring assistance and inspiring interest which helped so
much to produce this book; Bill and Gloria, for their gentle
patience during the long months this work was in preparation.
To Earl Brewer, whose friendship and hospitality set the
essential spawning ground for the events herein contained and
recorded.
To Lillian Meyer, whose sympathetic insight constituted a vital
contribution to the work.
To all my wonderful friends and relatives who have graciously
kept me in the warmth of their esteem no matter where I have
ventured, or what I have seen.
To the publishers, DeVorss & Co, for their “full speed ahead”
approach to the new and the constructive things.
To Ray Palmer, whose latitude and respect for the thoughts and
opinions of others have helped and inspired me for years.
To Henry George, economist-philosopher, who to me is
Thomas Payne, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson and Arthur
Brisbane all embodied in one personality; Henry George, who
cared so much for all humanity.
And to the living, boundless Universe.
Orfeo Angelucci
CONTENTS
ADAM IN THE DESERT...................................................................... 13
THE DANCE IN A GLASS....................................................................... 31
THE SPEED OF LIGHT............................................................................ 57
VEGA ALERTS ADAM............................................................................ 61
VENUS, OUR SISTER............................................................................. 72
LANDING ABOARD ANDROMEDA ................................................... 77
ADAM MEETS ANTARES...................................................................108
NATURE OF INFINITE ENTITIES.........................................................128
ADAM’S MOMENT OF ILLUMINATION............................................134
A NIGHT OUT ON VENUS...................................................................146
ADAM LEARNS ETERNITY...................................................................148
THE EASE OF FORGETTING..................................................................174
INTO THE SUN AND OUT AGAIN.....................................................187
ADAM SAYS GOODBYE.........................................................................204
Chapter 1
ADAM IN THE DESERT
“In the final analysis, Orfeo, there is only one virtue—the love
of pure learning.”
For a moment he paused; and he saw that moment, and felt that
moment in its depth of meaning. He was looking at me, or rather
far beyond me, as he did not look again during the next three days
of our close association. He was seeing things in this moment that
could not be spoken. As he came slowly back to the reality of our
being here together in this little restaurant, he added, with an air
of secondary importance:
“And all else is but procrastination and dissipation in the eyes
of the One who awaits our evolutionary awakenings.”
Adam and I had talked of many things, and his words had been
as silvery threads spun on a scroll of eternal knowledge. But the
words just spoken stood out like golden threads among the silver.
Even as he spoke them to me he seemed to be living in another
world, and looking alone into the universe in one cosmic swoop.
I felt sure he was looking into the very core of effects, causes,
aberrations, corrections; into the Cause behind all causes.
In those simple words, and his searching, burning, brown eyes,
there was such an all-engulfing vision that I was swept into its
depth with him in harmonious understanding. I saw what he saw,
felt what he felt; a feeling of oneness with all that is. It was the flash
of many ages in one swelling burst; yet it was the eternity of the
split second. I was so devoid of self-awareness that I felt more like
formless thought than a being of flesh and blood.
Material things flashed before me in a comprehension that was
almost tangible, and the pulsating quiet of the universe became a
rhythmic thunder. It was as if all things had been frozen and were
now suddenly melting into a vaporous essence that further
confirmed his words.
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I had to agree with Adam; that in the final analysis there is
only one virtue—the love of pure learning.
Paradoxically, I could see the reverse of that axiom. The
ultimate sin must be sustained ignorance.
Adam did not speak as a man having a complex of any
kind. He felt neither inferior nor superior. Yet he had just
come through an experience of learning and romance that
was not one which mortals of earth usually know. It was one
to be compared with cosmic grandeurs, like huge meteors,
comets, and supernovae. It included a love that must soon be
relegated to a nebulous memory, for its exquisiteness was too
ethereal for undeveloped earth people. Of course, Adam had
been guided through the experience by experts who would
not put any person through it at random just for fun.
According to Adam, these people were not of earth but
were visitors from another world. I believed him from the
very start, believing him even more after he had told me all
there was to tell. In the course of three evenings he narrated
his fantastic story to me.
Sitting in the little desert restaurant in the heart of Twenty-
nine Palms, Adam told me he had read my book, “The Secret
of the Saucers,” but that he had never expected to meet me in
person. And as for me, I certainly had never expected to meet
one like Adam, for he had recently gone into the sun and out
again. He did not flinch when he told me this. Indeed, there
was a mystical look on his face which as much as said that his
trip into the sun was not quite his top experience-that other
events more extraordinary had recently occurred. And I
believe each one on earth is destined, in time, to have similar
experiences.
Adam’s whimsical grin told me of his faith in confiding his
story to me. As he related detail by detail, I listened as a jurist
might listen to a defendant or a plaintiff, returning him smile
for smile and comprehension for comprehension. What man
or woman wouldn’t have been totally intrigued by his words,
enthralled by the truths of their essence, and completely
swept away by his sincerity? If a man hands you the secret of
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the universe so you see the universe respond as if in
confirmation, would you ask who his parents were? If the
words he speaks are living symbols of light, would you stop
to inspect his credentials and thereby miss the essence of
the words?
This I know. If one thousand people on earth were to un-
derstand what Adam told me in toto we may rest assured
that earth’s redemption is more than hypothetical; it is
certain.
How did I meet Adam? Why was it essential that I meet
him? Let us begin at the beginning.
Adam had gone into the sun and had emerged out of it
without a burn. Other than normal perspiring, he had
suffered nothing physically. I was trying to absorb this
whole idea while gazing unrelentingly at his handsome,
inscrutable, honest face. At the same time, the idea that he
had only seven months to live, as he had told me, needed to
be digested. The weight of these two thoughts made me
oblivious to everything else around me.
I had come to this desert valley for one reason: to work
here, and in time bring my family to reside here
permanently. In fact, the day I arrived I found work with a
furniture store laying floor tiles. It was November 1, 1954.
It was a wonderful feeling to be in my own line of work
and situated in a community that I more than just “liked.”
Behind me were my recent years of lecturing on “flying
saucers” and their impact on our future space age.
These lectures and magazine articles had brought me in
contact with many people by mail and in person. Among
them was a young man named Earl Brewer, of Seattle,
Washington, who had met me through driving a friend to
my home. Somewhat frail-looking, of Scandinavian
descent, he possessed gleaming, childlike, blue eyes which
were completely disarming. Although he had only a casual
interest in my space visitor contacts, we liked each other
from the start and became fast friends.
In September of 1954, Brewer again came to my home in
Los Angeles. This time he came south to stay, as doctors ad-
vised a dry climate for his health, and he inquired if I knew
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