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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
- One of the Greek National male nurses told me that he heard I was a witch and wondered if I could
help him get in touch with his recently deceased father. I thought it would be an interesting
experiment, and if nothing else kind of amusing, so, with his help, we arranged to do a seance
type ceremony in the ward the night before I was transferred to turkey. I had Daisy bring in some
candles, incense and an incense burner, one of my crystal balls, a plaster human skull, and my
athame. All of these things were kept in the nurses station until the time we planned to do the
ceremony.
I insisted that everyone on the ward, nurses, technicians, and patients, be a part of the circle "so
they would be protected from the spirits invoked". I hammed it up, making up things as I went
along, and being generally mysterious and dramatic. At the end of the ceremony I gave a brief
psychic reading to each of the 16 people in the circle. Actually for something I thought I was doing
mostly as a joke, it turned out rather well. That male nurse claimed to get the message he was
looking for from his father. Regardless I'm sure this bizarre behavior on my part was entered into
my medical records!
After it was over I was allowed to keep the crystal ball and plaster skull with me, but they sent
everything else home with Daisy.
I spent two weeks in the psychiatric ward in Turkey. During that time I was observed, evaluated,
and tested with about every psychological test they had available. The psychiatrist I saw happened
to hate the Air Force, since he was drafted away from a decent private practice in the US. He
seemed to understand why I appeared to have what I called a "nervous breakdown", and he called
"anxiety neurosis." He asked me if I wanted to stay in the Air Force or get out. I told him that I was
afraid to do either -- the only way I knew to make a living was in the Air Force, but if I stayed it
looked like they were going to courts martial me for something. He agreed, then told me that he
was going to recommend me for a service connected disability retirement. He told me I'd be
admitted to a hospital for a couple of months while the process went on, but that I was to refuse
medication because there was no telling what I would be given. I remembered and followed his
instructions.
He sent me back to Athenai Airport with instructions to wait for soon to come orders. I was
relieved of duty and assigned as a patient in the hospital, though allowed to go home at night.
A few days after I got back to Athenai Airport two security policemen met me in the hospital and
escorted me to the OSI office. There the agents asked me some vague questions, and my
response was to demand to know what the questioning was about. At that time they read me my
rights under Article 31 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice (equivalent to the Miranda reading)
told me I was suspected of smuggling three kilos of hashish and 20,000 hits of LSD into Greece
from Turkey, and informed me that they were getting a warrant and going to search my home. I
immediately demanded to see a lawyer. I was escorted to the Staff Judge Advocate's office and
was immediately assigned an attorney. I told him what had been going on, and said that I didn't
trust the OSI. I said they could search my house, but I wanted the lawyer with them and me as a
witness. He agreed that was a good idea and informed the OSI that he and another attorney would
accompany them when they went to search my premises. They didn't look pleased at that, but had
no choice but to agree.
Naturally, with the agents being watched, the search of my home turned up nothing. I was released.
A few days after that I got my orders to report to an Air Force hospital in Dallas, Texas for
observation, evaluation, board hearing, and possible discharge or retirement. Daisy and the kids
were to follow. I left on a medical evacuation flight, and friends helped Daisy finalize our affairs in
Athens. She and the kids went to St. Louis, Missouri where they stayed with one of my students for
a time, then rented an old farm house on Old Green Park Road in Affton.
I was in the hospital for a couple of months before I finally decided to find out what was taking so
long. Right after Christmas I got a pass to leave the hospital and went to the patient squadron
orderly room. The clerk in there informed me that my disability retirement had passed the board,
but that there was an OSI hold on me because I was under investigation.
I lost my temper. I told him those sons-of-bitches had me under investigation for to damn long, and
that they had better charge me with some specific crime or release me. Then I went to the base
legal office, talked to a lawyer, and told him the same thing. He agreed and said he'd take care of
it.
I still had a few hours left on my pass so I went to the NCO club and sat at the bar until I ran out of
money, staggered back to the hospital ward, made a fuss, and was immediately confined to a
padded room and strapped to the bed. The orderlies laughed at me when I told them to let me up
so I could go piss. That made me angrier. I broke the leather restraining straps that held my arms
and legs down, then used the bed to smash through the two inch thick oak door that held me. After
I urinated the orderlies let me go to my own bed, upon my promise that I wouldn't hurt them.
