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A rough draft of the spiritual autobiography of Joseph B Wilson. The history that lead to Toteg Tribe.
Copyright 2003 by Joseph B Wilson
My spirit duplicator had been damaged beyond repair during it's stay with Bill and Helen, so I
decided to offset print all future issues of The Waxing Moon. I put a new advertisement in Fate and
published two new issues during the first six months of my tour at Forbes AFB. Among the
subscribers that had been added during my tour in Thailand, and those who answered my new
advertisements, were Jessie Wicker Bell, of Florida; Harold Moss, Sara Cunningham, Nancy
Poss, Fred and Martha Adler, and numerous others in Southern California; Donna Cole in
Chicago; Doreen Valiente and Derrek James, John Score, Ruth Wynn-Owen, and many others in
England. I continued to write numerous letters to people both in the United States and England,
and introducing them to each other when they asked to be put in touch with someone with similar
interests in their own geographical areas.
After a couple of months Bill and Helen still wanted to move to Topeka. I found a house for them
about a city block away from ours and put a rental deposit on it for them. They rented a large U-
Haul trailer, packed up their belongings, and headed east. It was a poorly planned adventure. Bill
had no job prospects in Topeka. After they arrived Helen decided that she didn't like the house I'd
obtained for them and refused to move into it. We stored their belongings in our garage and they
came into our home on a "temporary" basis. This created a crowd of four adults, six children, and
my two pet monkeys in a small two-bedroom tract home.
During our first week together Bill, Helen and I, with Daisy's reluctant participation, conducted a
couple of minor experimental ceremonies that were a combination of their orientation and mine.
These met with a certain amount of success, but were not spectacular, except for our conjuration
of a fire elemental in the living room which nearly set the house on fire. I was always MUCH more
careful after that!
After a while the relationship between us began to become strained. Bill and Helen did not
contribute financially to our living arrangement. After two weeks Daisy began complaining to me
that after I went to work and Bill went job-hunting all Helen would do was sit and talk while she
watched her. Hellen wouldn't help clean, cook, or care for the children. I told Daisy she should ask
Helen for help, and I presume she did. After a week or so more Daisy felt like she was being used.
I agreed with her and talked to both Bill and Helen about it.
Bill tried to understand, but Helen was defensive stating that she was a guest in our house and a
guest shouldn't be required to do anything. I told her that after this period of time they were no
longer guests and that she could either contribute and help, or leave. The next day after I got home
from the base Daisy told me that Helen had again done nothing all day and that Bill came back
about an hour before I did and took her and their children out. They got back at 11 PM. I told them
that since they couldn't contribute to the household they had to leave. They got angry and left that
night. I didn't hear from them again until 1973.
During the next month I discovered that the squadron was disposing of the out of date aircraft
survival packages by simply throwing them in a dumpster. I arranged to get access those
packages before they were thrown away and removed the amphetamine sulfate tablets. Each
packet contained ten 5-grain tablets, and each tablet was strong enough to keep a person wide-
awake for 48 or more hours. I was able to get about 300 of them. After taking the tablets and
closing my eyes I could see vivid colored images, like dreaming while awake, and sometimes
could control those awake dreams. In them I investigated many aspects of my psyche, and learned
a technique similar to shamanic journeying by trial and error. By the time I ran out of tablets I was
taking five or more of them per day and had not had any real sleep for at least 30 days. I went
through nearly a month of deep depression, though I was still able to function, as I detoxified from
the amphetamine.
In response to my advertisement offering The Waxing Moon I was contacted by three writers who
were doing books. One post card was from a person who identified herself as Brad Steiger's
secretary and informed me that he was interested in interviewing me for his upcoming book about
"witchcraft". The brief card was filled with misspellings and sloppy typewriting. I thought that if he
wanted to interview me he should contact me, and that if his secretary was that sloppy his work
was probably as bad. I ignored the request.
The next letter was from Hanz Holzer, with a similar request. Although I wasn't overly interested I
corresponded with him for a while and sent him complementary copies of the newsletter. He never
did get back in touch with me, although I was mentioned in several of his books over the next few
years.
The last was from a woman named Susan Roberts. I had never heard of her. She explained that
she had a contract with Dell and asked for my help. I decided that I'd do what I could for her and
eventually introduced her to Ed Fitch and John and Jay Hanson as well as several other people
who claimed to be practicing the Old Religion.
By then I had something of a national reputation and was asked to give local radio, television, and
newspaper interviews, which I did.
