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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
Norman lived in a house that had been in his family for over 300 years. He was a bit eccentric and
insisted that he could photograph fairy spirits under the right conditions. He showed me his
pictures, and what he interpreted as fairies I saw as probably dirt on his camera lens.
Nevertheless I'd go and chat with him once a week and he taught me a lot about Roy's orientation,
some journeying and visionary techniques, and some psychic stuff, including how to do
psychometry and a bit of palm reading, and a bit of folk magic. He gave me Roy's letters to him.
He also let me know that sometimes if not often Roy was mixing truth with falsehood, and showed
me how certain things he had furnished me were obviously forgeries. I was hurt and disappointed.
I advertised The Waxing Moon in the British edition of Fate magazine and got a fair response. I
attempted to advertise in Prediction and other occult oriented magazines in that country, but my
advertisements were rejected as not suitable. I was never able to word them in such a way that
they would be accepted. One of the people who responded to the Fate advertisement sent my
letter and copy of TWM to his brother, Tony Kelly, in Wales. Tony and I began a long and detailed
correspondence and established deep respect for each other. He liked what I was doing with
TWM but thought I had too much "occult" emphasis and urged me to focus more on Earth Religion
themes.
In November I found a flat in Banbury, about 5 miles from the base, and was able to send for Daisy
and the kids. They and our household goods arrived about a month later.
Our flat in Banbury was heated by only one fireplace in which we burned coal that had been
purified to meet England's environmental standards. We supplemented this heat with paraffin
(kerosene) space heaters, but were still very cold. After a couple of weeks there I checked with the
base housing office to see how long the wait would be. They told me that since I had five children,
and if I was willing to accept a four bedroom place instead of a three bedroom, I could have an
apartment immediately. I thought they were nuts for not telling me that the first time I was there, but
then realized I was dealing with the bureaucratic mind -- a contradiction in terms. We got our lease
canceled and moved into a four bedroom centrally heated base housing unit at 12 Wellington
Close, at Glory Farm, Bicester, Oxford within two weeks.
Also in December of 1969 I was appointed Wing Historian and transferred out of the Information
Office where I had written stories for the base newspaper and conducted tours of the installation
for visiting civilian groups. I did not want to be the Historian, since I knew nothing about the job, but
the fact that I had that title back at Forbes AFB made me the "most qualified." Funny how being
called a name makes one qualified! Again that was the bureaucratic mind at work. Captain
Jungwirth, the Information Officer, didn't care for the attitude I expressed when the first squadron of
All Weather Swing Wing F-111 fighter aircraft could not leave the U.S. for RAF Upper Heyford due
to rain. That's probably the real reason I was put in a "safe" assignment, away from the public.
I was sent to Headquarters United States Air Forces in Europe at Wiesbaden, Germany on a two-
day temporary duty assignment where I was given poor rudimentary instruction on what to do and
promised help by telephone when needed. Back at RAF Upper Heyford I was given authorization
to access all of the classified information the Wing had, and told to begin writing the quarterly
histories, showing how the Wing's mission was being accomplished -- what went right, and what
went wrong.
As Historian I was a member of the Wing Commander's staff, and by regulation was supposed to
report only to him, and to operate my historical duties with his full authority. I soon discovered that
the theory is quite different from reality. I got little or no cooperation from the people I interviewed,
and was often not shown the written data I needed to write my reports. The Wing Commander did
not support my efforts. He and others deliberately hid information they thought showed them as
less than perfect, meanwhile Headquarters USAFE demanded that I include that same information
in my histories. When I told my Historical superiors about my difficulties in getting information they
told me "everybody has that problem, work around it." So much for their help.
Susan Roberts book, now titled Witches U.S.A. hit the stands in mid 1970. After my experience
with the Staff Judge Advocate I braced myself for what would happen next. Sure enough, Special
Agents Green and Jones of the OSI called me in to question me. I assured them that my activities
were completely outside of the Air Force and had nothing to do with it and I could not be
blackmailed for my activity because I didn't keep it secret and wasn't afraid of anyone finding out,
therefore it was none of their concern. They let me go, but I knew they were watching me constantly
from then on.
