Editor's note: For several years Arthur H. Matthews has been very close to
the work of the late Wilbert B. Smith and the Ottawa New Sciences Club.
Matthews, who was a personal friend and student of the electronical
genius Nikola Tesla, claims to have employed several of Tesla's inventions to
contact the space people. In 1941 these same alien visitors paid a visit to his
home at Lac Beauport, Quebec, Canada.
His story is probably the most fascinating ever to come out of Canada
and we present it here exactly as it appeared in Topside-the official Journal
of the Ottawa New Sciences Club.-T.G.B.
THE LANDING OF THE VENUSIAN SPACESHIP
Arthur H. Matthews
In relating this account of the landings of a large spaceship on my
property at Lac Beauport, of my strange experience in meeting with
people who claimed they were from Venus and what I learned about
life on their planet,
I would like to emphasize that I consider myself of little
importance in this story. If my name is known at all, it is due to my long
friendship with Nikola Tesla and an intimate knowledge of his great work for
mankind. Perhaps I may be excused if I say that it affords me a certain
amount of amused satisfaction to realize that I am now probably the last
living person who knew and loved Tesla,
but in all humility, I am aware that it was only because Tesla left me some
of his ideas to develop that I was thus able to meet these people from
Venus who claimed Tesla as one of their own.
Due to the fact that my story covers several visits of the Venusian
spaceship, I am, for space reasons, condensing its details into one account
and will therefore leave out dates. It is sufficient to say that the first visit
was in Spring, 1941, with continued landings about every two years until
1961, which, to date, included the last landing. These landings took place on
my 100-acre property in the hollow of a large meadow formed by the
sloping mountainside at the back and the rise of ground at the front.
It was on a spring morning of 1941 that I was standing near my workshop
with my son, Humphrey. We were discussing some matter relating to
electrical waves when suddenly Humphrey looked up and exclaimed:
"There's something wrong with the sun!" I looked to the east and gasped in
astonishment. Exactly in the center of the golden disc there was a round
black spot about one-quarter the apparent diameter of the sun. It was too
big to be a sunspot and besides, it was moving. As we watched, it crept
slowly to the upper edge of the sun and in about 10 minutes had left the
solar disc when it simply vanished from sight. We saw nothing more of it that
I went to bed early that night but could not sleep. An oppressive sense of
something strange impending descended on me like a pall. Finally, I arose
and dressed. I went outside and looked up at the sky but all I could see were
the stars sparkling in full brilliancy. I returned to the house and settled down
to read-but not for long, for suddenly the alarm signal on the Tesla Scope
rang shrilly. I ran outside and at first saw nothing exeept the sparkling stars.
Then I noticed something queer toward the mountain. It appeared to be
darker than usual. It was indeed, for some huge object seemed to cover most
of the mountain! I began to walk toward it and as I came near to our barn, I
was suddenly confronted by two persons.
Both men were nearlv 6 ft. tall and in the brilliant starlight I could discern
their bright blue eyes and golden hair, but what registered with me most was
that these beings radiated an aura of perfect health and happiness.
Immediately I sensed a feeling of goodwill emanating from them which took
away any fear I might have had at this sudden meeting. They were wearing
grey coveralls and somehow I knew then that they were space beings. I noted
with interest tha't both were bare-headed, with no helmets or other
apparatus, and yet they seemed to have no difficulty in breathing Earth air. I
have since been asked if there were any physical differences from Earthmen
about these space people and I can only say that I saw none-and why
should there by? Are we not all built the same, in the likeness of God?
Then one of them spoke to me in very good English, saying, "Good
morning, Arthur Matthews. May we go with you into your workshop?" If
this was a surprise, there was a greater one to follow, as he continued; "We
are from Venus and we have come to see what you are doing with Tesla's
Completely taken back, I could only blurt out: "How am I supposed to
believe you are from Venus?" The one who appeared to be the leader
answered calmly: "When you see our ship, you will believe. But before we
go, I will make a sketch of Tesla's Anti-War Machine. No one on Earth but
you knows its secret. Will that convince you?"
I nodded and led them to my workshop. With a few deft strokes, he drew
a sketch for me which I could only accept as the truth. A brief inspection
and explanation of the work I was doing on the Tesla devices followed. No
comments were made and I was left to assume they were satisfied with my
Then the two Venusians said they would take me to their spaceship. We
walked toward the mountain and soon I was staring wide-eyed at the gigantic
proportions of the mother-ship X-12, hardly believing my senses, while my
two companions chuckled at my bewilderment. The landed ship, which
appeared to be made of grey metal (?), looked like two gargantuan saucers
put together rim to rim. Circling these rims about 20 ft. away from the main
body of the craft was an unsupported band of material (later referred to as
the "Guide Ring") which was not attached to the ship by any visible means
and appeared to be held in place by some magnetic force. Penetrating the
center of the ship was a tubular shaft 50 ft. in diameter and 300 ft. in height,
the top and bottom ends of which protruded from the ringed saucers which
were 700 ft. in diameter. The bottom end of this large tube rested on the
ground and I could see an opened doorway in which stood two of the crew
who greeted us with a hand salute.
My companions invited me in for an inspection tour of the great ship and
we stepped into an elevator which I was told had no cables and was
operated by will power! We stopped off at the level which was devoted to
the storage of some of the 24 small spacecraft this mother-ship carried,
ground vehicles and other equipment.
The second level comprised the living quarters of the
crew, gardens, recreation area, study rooms and a meeting hall. Living
quarters were compartments for single persons or "married" couples (for the
crew was made up of both sexes) and these units comprised a small hallway,
a large living room, bedroom, bathroom with toilet and storage locker. All
rooms were carpeted with some form of pliant plastic and the walls were
hung with beautiful paintings. I discovered the outer wall of the living room
was in fact "see through", giving a full view of space outside. The outer door
of each compartment led out on to a small flower-bedded garden. At this
point, I commented on the lack of a kitchen in these units and was informed
that Venusians never spoil their food by cooking it. They grew their own
produce aboard and ate it fresh.
We then came to the recreation area which was covered with some form of
simulated grass on which a number of the crew were playing a game
somewhat like basketball. This gave me an opportunity to study these
Venusians more closely and I noted that they ranged from 5'6" to 6 ft. in
height. They were blue-eyed, skin coloring a bronze sun-tan and their hair
ranged from golden blonde to a reddish brown. They all appeared in glowing
health and their eyes sparkled with a natural joie de vivre.
Climbing to the third level, I found this was the horticultural section
where all their food produce was grown and there were attractive gardens
where the crew relaxed and ate their food. The fourth level was divided
between storage of more of the small scout ships, heavy material, water
supply, etc., and a number of workshops. I had noted that throughout the
entire ship all floors were completely covered with some form of plastic
material and that all the outer walls were of the same "see through" type.
On each wall there was a circular viewing screen, somewhat like television,
showing a full view of outer space and the exact position of the X-12 in
relation to other planets and its directional trajectory in space, this changing
picture being projected from the control tower to all parts of the ship. I was
also informed that built into these walls were "accumulators" for storing
solar energy which gave constant light and power to operate heating and air
We then rose to the exposed top of the tubular shaft which I was told was
the control room. My Earthly mind had conjured up visions of all kinds of
complex devices to operate this enormous spacecraft, but to my great
surprise, there were no visible controls or equipment at all! In the center of
the room was a raised circular platform on which had been built a circular
couch and seated with their backs to this and facing outward to the North,
South, East and West, were four persons-two women and two men. I was
informed that these four operators, chosen specially for their great mental
powers, controlled and directed this giant ship! It all seemed completely
unbelievable until across my doubting mind there flashed the biblical verse:
"F a i t h can move mountains."
My leader-companion then took me to a lower level and introduced me to
a lovely woman whom he described as his "life companion". She was indeed
a most beautiful creature, with sapphire-blue eyes, golden-blonde hair and
her face glowed with an inner spirituality delightful to behold. He stood
beside her and said simply: "You may call us Frank and Frances, for we
stand for Truth."
I noticed that the girl was seated before a large blank screen and a further
wonder was in store for me, as she demonstrated her ability to project onto
it thought forms of whatever she was thinking, which appeared on the screen
as living motion pictures. To my surprise, she showed me a picture of
myself coming out of my house, followed by the scene in my workshop
when I spoke with the two space visitors. There followed pictures of Venus,
its people, homes and towns and I just stood there over-awed at its natural
And then a strange phenomen took place which I know will sound
as incredible as it did to me at the time, although there is much we do not
know about the power of mind over matter. For while I was fully aware that
I, Arthur Matthews, was standing in the physical form in a landed spaceship
at Lac Beauport, yet at the same time I suddenly became a living part of the
projected scenes, mingling with the people of Venus millions of miles away!
Here was a great mystery indeed, for I could not only see them but feel them
just as if I was truly there in body as well as spirit.
I appeared to be standing at the edge of a vast, cup-like depression. On
every side towered tall pillars of basalt, smooth and perfect as if polished by
the hand of man. On the farther side of this huge natural theater, a mighty
torrent of water descended from the brow of the ebony cliffs in a 1000-ft.
leap, striking squarely on the edge of the great cup and turning it into a
churning mass of foam.
Then I saw it was only around the rocky margins of
the pool that the water was beaten into foam. The entire center was
occupied by a mass of water perfectly smooth and strangely piled up like a
dome of glass. It was not water such as we know, for streamers of living light
of every imaginable color darted over the shining surface of the great dome,
sometimes blending into masses of rose or green or violet and then mingling
into a glittering confusion of rainbow hues. This whole scene of
overwhelming grandeur was foiled by a broad band of emerald green turf
which framed the central cup, and dotted here and there were graceful palm
trees whose fronds glistened with diamond drops of spray.
Then gazing upward, I gasped in surprise for there, poised in the air above
the rim of the waterfall, was a great erystal ball like a gigantic soap bubble,
transparent but gleaming with rainbow hues. Around its center was a broad
band of gold metal. This girdle formed the equator and at either pole was a
projecting boss of the same metal from which were suspended, by cables,
inverted cups which hung some distance below the globe.
As it drew nearer, I saw that the equatorial band was studded at intervals
with circular windows of glass-like material from the center of each projected
a long needle which I assumed was for directing the course of the airship,
a theory which later I found to be correct. Slowly the great ball sank until
the cups touched the grass and the cables were withdrawn into the
metal bosses. Here, the shining sphere hung about a foot above the ground,
swaying gently. A moment later, a circular window swung open and several
figures stepped out.
Then the scene changed and I beheld a rolling, park-like country clustered
with groups of palms and other trees. In the distance I could discern the wall
of black cliffs and beyond them rose range upon range or snow-capped peaks
from which a wide river wound its way. In the central plateau about 50 miles
in diameter, the river broadened into a shining lake and then continued its
way until it plunged over the cliffs into the pit of the shining pool.
Returning my gaze to the immediate scene around me, I realized I was in the
center of a beautiful Venusian town. Innumerable buildings were spaciously
scattered among groves of trees. While of varied size, these structures were of
the same general design, consisting of an ellipsoidal roof of prismatic crystal
supported on a circular colonnade of marble pillars. Above them, hundreds
of balloon-like airships darted through the air.
Many of the houses were built on top of the basalt columns bordering the
river and I could see groups of people standing on the verge of the cliffs.
I then observed, standing on an elevation, a very large building of the
same circular design which I was told was the community meeting
place of these Venusians.
I then found myself walking with the crew of the X-12, through a broad
avenue of stately palms toward the white pillars of the great assembly hall.
Soon we were climbing a noble stairway flanked by mighty columns until we
stood in the center of a splendid amphitheatre surrounded by tiers of marble
seats in which a large group of people reclined.
As we entered, they all arose, their hands raised in the Venusian salute
and I heard a unanimous cry of "Brothers! Goodwill unto you!"
It was then that I realized that these Venusians wore no garments
but stood as nature created them, but such was their noble build,
I could feel no embanassment, only admiration of their physical beauty.
I was led by Frank to a seat at one side of the huge auditorium and he
then addressed me: "Friend from across space, Earthman Arthur Matthews,
we welcome you. The people of Venus ask me to speak for them because I
can talk your language freely. We have brought you here out of no idle
curiosity, but because we believe it lies in our power to offer your world
some help in its present troubled state. We have a priceless gift to offer you
which is known to us as Truth, but first we would ask you to tell us more of
the world in which you live. Tell us something of its history, social
conditions, science and what you call religion, and we will then judge if we
are right in revealing to you the secret of Truth. Speak in your own tongue,
for all will understand your thoughts. Fear only to say that which is not
true, for we shall know immediately the true from the false."
Somewhat bewildered, I arose and after a pause, I spoke: "People of
Venus, I thank you for your kind welcome and your offer. I do not know
what this gift of Truth may be, but if all the radiant health, happiness and
beauty I see among you are due to this truth, I greatly desire to know its
secret and share it with the people of Earth. But before I tell you something
of conditions on my planet, may I first ask a question?"
There were nods of approval and I continued: "Why have you chosen me to
speak for Earth instead of going to the leaders of my world? 'I am a
humble person whose name is unknown and I have no power with which
to convince few, if any, on Earth."
"We understand your question." Frank replied. "We have chosen you
because, as a friend of Tesla, we believe you will tell us the truth. As for
your humble origin, did not the Supreme Creator in Whom we of Venus all
believe-your God-choose One of lowly birth to spread the truth of your
Christian philosophy? In your Bible, you will read "In the Beginning there
was the Word" or the Truth as we call it, and of God's desire that His
children should believe in the Word. If we decide to pass on this Truth to
you, then God will surely see that channels are opened up to you to pass on
His Word." In deep humility, I replied: "In the name of Jesus Christ, I thank
And then, to the best of my ability, I proceeded to tell the Venusians
what I knew of Earth's history. I described the development of war from the
days of the cross-bow and sword to its present stage of destructive
sophistication. I dealt with what ancient history I knew and briefly brought
it up to modern times. I talked on present day social conditions, our
technological achievements, a little on medicine, psychology, philosophy and
comparative religion, and then I turned to science. Up to this point, these
god-like Venusians had listened to my poor talk with absorbed attention, but
as I attempted to explain Earth's concept of physics, there was a great
commotion as members of the assembly leaped to their feet and I heard
repeated cries clamoring for the Truth! I could only conclude from this that
our scientists' present knowledge of physics left much to be desired!
A few words from Frank, explaining that I was telling the truth only as I knew it,
quieted the group and he apologized to me for the interruption. At the
conclusion of my talk, I was invited by Frank and his beautiful companion,
Frances, to spend some time with them, and, to my great delight, they took
me for a flight in their small airship where I sat back entranced at the
glorious landscape unfolding beneath us. And then, as mysteriously as I had
been "teleported" to Venus by the thought projection process, I suddenly
found myself back in the landed spaceship at Lac Beauport, facing an empty
Over the years of the continued landings of the X-12 at Lac Beauport, I
was able, by means of Frances' strange ability to project me into her living
pictures, to continue my contacts with the Venusians, whom I grew to love
for their gentle, courteous ways, their radiant happiness and beauty of mind
and body. Always, Frank and Frances acted as my host and hostess and I
spent many happy hours with this gracious couple, sometimes wandering on
pleasant walks through groves of cinnamon and nutmeg trees, breathing in
the soft, perfumed air, sometimes going on fabulcus flights of exploration in
their airship, and at other times, we relaxed in their beautiful crystal
dwelling, discussing many matters, exchanging information on our respective
planets, and all the time,
I learned more of the harmonious way of life of these happy Venusians.
Frank talked freely on all aspects of the life of his
people, with one exception-the nature and meaning of the Truth-from
which I gathered that the time was not yet right for this revelation.
I was amazed at the perfection of the Venusian mode of one planetary
government guided by a small council of wise leaders and also at the extreme
simplicity of the social relationships of its people who appeared to be one
large family bound together by love and understanding.
At one time I asked Frank if Frances was his wife. "No, not in the sense
your world interprets this word," he replied. "We have mutually elected
to become life companions."
"Then surely you have been united by some ceremony such as we call
"No, with this mutual desire in our hearts, we have no need for
"So there is nothing to prevent you from separating at any time"
"Nothing at all."
"Then what we call divorce must be common on Venus," I ventured.
The Venusian couple laughed outright. "As common as the rose
voluntarily cuts itself from the bush," remarked Frances with a gentle laugh.
"Let me explain," said Frank. "When Venusian couples unite, because of
their knowledge of the Truth, it is impossible for them to make a mistake,
for they recognize each other as soul-mates and the union is forever. It is sad
that your world lacks this knowledge, for it would appear that such legal
ceremonies are necessary because your people are insecure and uncertain of
Durin one of our aerial excursions over the wooded countryside, I
remarked on the absence of any burial grounds and that the word "death"
had never been mentioned in our talks. Frank countered with: "How old are
"What is the normal life-span on Earth?"
"Then you will probably be surprised to learn I have seen over 800
summers and Frances over 650."
"You must be joking!" I exclaimed.
"Sickness and old age sap the vitality of the body and within 100 years, it
dies." Frank shook his head. "Because we apply the knowledge of the Truth,
we know nothing of sickness or old age. True, we finally leave our bodies,
not because they are worn out but because our appointed time has come to
transfer to another sphere of existence. But a few of us with special missions
here, such as those with the required wisdom to govern our planet, may live
on in perfect health for thousands of years!" I was left dumfounded at these
remarks which seemed more than my Earthly mind could absorb.
And thus the periodic contacts with the Venusians continued, with
information exchange and progress reports on my work on the Tesla devices
passing between us until finally the great day arrived when Frank informed
me that the Venusian Assembly had decided that the gift of Truth should be
extended to me and through me, to the people of Earth. You may well
imagine my excitement on learning that this great mystery was at last to be
revealed to me! It was to take place, Frank said, at the Venusians most
acred shrine, the "Palace of Truth" and although he spoke of its great
beauty, I was little prepared for the further wonders in store for a
First, I was taken to the edge of the cliffs where the river gathered for its
final plunge and Frank led the way to a flight of spiralling steps carved out
of the solid rock. We descended these steps which eventually entered the
rock itself and we came out on to a small platform directly under the mighty
waterfall which thundered down to the abyss. With a thrill of horror, I
realized we were standing on top of one of the towering basalt columns and I
admit I shook with fear. But Frank grasped my hand and led me to a further
flight of spiralling steps. Down we went, sometimes passing close to the
water whose roar grew louder as we descended, and sometimes passing
through tunnels in the rock. Behind us there followed a seemingly endless
line of figures.
Finally we came to a great cave directlv under the
fall and the living rock trembled with the force of its tremendous impact.
On we went until we passed through an arched opening and stood at last
in the Palace of Truth! At the glory of the sight that met my eyes, I let out
an involuntary cry of delight and amazement. We stood on a broad shelf
of black basalt surrounding a great circular depression about 1000 ft. in
diameter which was filled with a mass of colored water which surged and
rippled like a sea of rainbows. A closer inspection revealed that it was in
fact a floor of living crystal (See Chap. 4, Revelations) and looking up,
I saw it was reflecting the underside of the great dome of water in the
center of the pool below the waterfall. By some strange magic beyond
my comprehension, the crystal lake held this mass of churning, multi-colored
water suspended in mid-air, its under-surface reflecting a thousandfold.
It was the most breathtakingly beautiful sight I had ever seen.
While I had been absorbing the indescribable beauty of this natural
kaleidoscope, the basalt shelf had been filling with the great company of
people assembled for this meeting. Then Frank raised his hand in salute and
spoke: "Friend from Earth, the glory you behold is our Palace of Truth and
we have brought you here as a fitting place to reveal to you its secret. You
have told us truly of the world in which you live and we are grieved at your
story. Therefore we hope this revelation will in time lead to a great
improvement in conditions on your planet. Make no mistake! We do not
worship the Truth. We worship the One God Whom no man may know. As
for the Truth, we know not from whence it comes-only that it fills all space
and permeates all things.
It is no great mystery confined to our planet alone-it is free for all to seek
and use throughout the universe. You yourself have revealed that you have
known the Truth for many years, but you have not recognized it as such.
Did not you tell us that you friend, Tesla, had discovered and used the
cosmic ray? This, my friend, is the Truth which we also call the Power of
Life. It is the essence which animates all living things-man, animal,
vegetable and mineral. It is the vibration which responds to the mind and
spirit of all life and once one has learned to use this great natural law wisely,
one mind beholds another in all its truth, so that misunderstanding is impossible.
Thus it is we are able to understand you when you speak your own
language for we see not only the outer shell as you do, but the living mind
within that shell. It is because of our understanding of the Truth that we
enjoy long life in perfect health, happiness and harmony, that we are able to
construct and operate by pure thought our spacecraft and other technological
wonders you have seen, erect beautiful dwellings with every comfort and
convenience, transmute our planet into beauty and agricultural productivity,
effect climate control and avert natural disasters-in short, we have transformed
our planet into a paradise. And all these things, my friend, may be achieved
by the people of Earth if they learn to recognize and use the Truth!"
I had listened in some surprise to learn that the Truth should be none
other than the. cosmic ray, which I knew something about, for Tesla had
built his "Scope" and other wonderful inventions to utilize the power of this
ray. I knew too, that more than a purely physical force was involved because
in harnessing the cosmic ray, Tesla had discovered that it responded to
But one big question burned in my mind and I asked Frank: "But how
can the people of Earth recognize this Truth?"
"We do not see the Truth with the physical eye," he replied. "We see it
with an inner eye that lies in the metaphysical area of the mind and which is
opened up by spiritual development."
"You seem to forget," I returned. "That most of us on Earth lack this
special sixth sense which enables Venusians to visualize mental images
produced by the Truth. You can tell a blind man of the light, but you
cannot make him see!"
"Arthur, this special faculty is not the exclusive possession of Venusians.
It is common to all mankind-inherent in life itself. For countless
generations, your race has lived and died like men who bandage their eyes
that they might not see the light! Listen carefully."
And then in words so simple that the humblest person could understand,
Frank revealed the secret whereby people of Earth-if they choosc to accept
it-can learn to develop this marvellous sixth sense and the full consciousness
of Truth. In essence, it was nothing more or less than to carry out the
philosophy of love of God and all His creatures, as taught by Jesus Christ,
which in turn, would open up that special spiritual area of the mind to see
Then, in ringing tones that sounded like the clear notes of a bugle, Frank
addressed me: "Go back to y·our Earth, Arthur, and tell its people of the
things you have seen and the knowledge you have acquired."
"But Frank!" I cried in an anguished voice. "Although I shall speak the
truth, few will believe me. Most will dismiss my words as, at best, a Utopian
fantasy! Many will label me "crackpot" or worse!"
Frank grasped my shoulders and spoke firmly. "Heed not the words of the
foolish. Speak for those with sufficient wisdom to learn. If you only reach a
few, your efforts and all the ridicule, will not have been in vain. Go forth
with the Word, Arthur and God go with you."
With these words still ringing in my ears, I found myself back in full
consciousness on the landed X-12. As I prepared to depart, the beautiful
woman of countless years rose from her blank screen and with a lovely smile,
extended her hand in farewell. Later, from a distance, I watched the great
ship rise silently and swiftly and take off into that summer's night of 1961.
Since then it has not returned to Lac Beauport.
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