Following the early history of the FPCJ6 is not exactly an easy task. It requires both fortitude and patience. Even given my extensive research into the subject, enormous gaps remain in the historical record and are likely to remain so. Quite often, the origins of a thing are counted from the moment of their eruption into the world. But this is never the beginning. There is always the further back, the shadows were the thing took shape. Gestated. Began to become itself. This begs the question, of course, of whether there is actually a thing at all, or merely what we make of it. Is the thing there, or do we create it? This is elementary philosophy for college freshman, and yet no one has thus far provided us with an entirely satisfactory answer. I have no pretensions of my own in this direction. Like the Voynich manuscript, I decided the thing was what it was and proceeded from there.
What is clear, however, is that from the very beginning the San Francisco chapter of the FPCJ6 was the largest and most influential congregation, with its neighbor Berkeley coming in a close second. Indeed, for most of its early years, the FPCJ6 was a completely Californian phenomenon, with coincidental offshoots in Seattle, New York City and, surprisingly, Austin, Texas.
It was no surprise, therefore, that within two months of the founding ceremony the High Priestess Guinevere, nee Jennie Ruptha, nee Virginia Peasley, moved herself and the central ministerial committee to San Francisco and established the national headquarters for a religion which, at the time, barely existed.
At this point, records become extremely sketchy, though a slow and measured rise in membership seems clear. Within a year, the number of chapters had grown from four to eight, a sizable increase percentage-wise, but remained primarily based in northern and central California. The members were generally educated and relatively affluent. What is most remarkable about these early statistics is the age range of the members. Most new religious movements -- what detractors refer to as “cults” -- are largely composed of people under the age of 35, usually tending towards the lower end of the age spectrum of 20-35. In the case of the FPCJ6 there was a remarkably even distribution across the age spectrum. The largest group was within the expected 20-35 range, but only by one or two percentage points. In the case of some congregations, even less than this. Participants between the ages of 45-60 made up fully 38% of the national membership and there was a sizable percentage of senior citizens as well, particularly in the San Francisco chapter. The broad appeal of Josef6’s message, or the message of his interpreters, would appear to be statistically quantifiable in this case. However, one must make allowances for the fact that, at this point, one is still dealing with a movement which numbered barely over two thousand members.
The real action, at this stage, was in the virtual arena. This was to be expected. The influence of the FPCJ6 extended well beyond its membership due to the swiftness with which it monopolized the virtual exegesis of the Josef6 phenomenon.
The official FPCJ6 website, which was operational within six months of the founding ceremony, was something almost unprecedented: an electronic codex dedicated to the enigmatic recitations of a single, unknown figure. Its homepage consisted of a series of links through which one could connect to a compendium of Josef6’s original messages, including the images and the astounding moment of prophetic revelation regarding 2010, arranged according to date, subject and perceived importance. These in turn led to a series of related pages. Some of them were simple theoretical expansions on Josef6’s missives. Others involved detailed scientific speculation on the actual workings of the Traveler’s craft, based on “the latest in theoretical physics” and the indistinct clues teased out of the copious original texts. Some of these included quotations or transcriptions from recent scientific papers on the subject of quantum manipulation and the space-time effects of artificial micro-singularities. Most of these were, by common consensus, totally incomprehensible.
The next exegetical level was concerned with a careful extrapolation of future conditions as described by Josef6. This included theories on the political, religious and economic systems of the post-cataclysmic future, visual reconstructions -- some drawn, some computer generated -- of the post-nuclear landscape, extrapolated population figures based on government estimates of survival rates following a nuclear exchange, and estimations of crop and power output in a sustainable, non-corporate based agricultural economy. One dedicated disciple even posted a theoretical constitution for the revised United States deduced from Josef’s occasional hints at totally non-centralized government.
From here, the commentators left the future and returned to the present by way of the past. Building on survivalist ideologies and environmentalist practice, they constructed a body of recommendations, advisories, and systemic practical applications to be followed by the concerned citizen of the present who sought to emulate the Traveler in the here and now rather than in the later or never. These included lengthy missives on organic farming, water storage, solar power, gun maintenance and safety -- for the more aggressive survivalists -- canned foods, the effectiveness of do it yourself bomb shelters, methods of minimizing the deleterious effects of radiation, iodine treatment of contaminated water and numerous other real world solutions to the virtual world problems presented by Josef6.
Inevitably, these musings on the practical gave way to the political. The primary cause of the FPCJ6, its members and its non-denominational followers, the charge given them, they believed, by the Traveler himself, was to prevent the catastrophe and the future it would bring. It was, in effect, the cause of erasing the Traveler himself. Josef6 may have been the first prophet who called upon the people to make his own existence impossible.
The primary cause to which the Traveler’s disciples attached themselves was total nuclear disarmament. Since the weapons had been, or were to be, the instrument of the cataclysm, this was entirely understandable. The FPCJ6 site contained a multitude of links and information urging involvement in the disarmament movement. It presented a calendar of events -- demonstrations, petitions, protests, civil disobedience -- some of them organized by the FPCJ6 themselves, and exhorted the concerned and the faithful to take part. It presented detailed lists of political candidates to support -- some of them from very obscure minor parties -- and organizations, movements and issues with which to be concerned and committed.
Secondary to the disarmament issue, certain specific topics were addressed. Most notable among them was the necessity of rapprochement between the United States and China over Taiwan. According to the disciples, the independence of a small island nation, artificially created by now obsolete geopolitical considerations, was not worthy of nuclear Armageddon. It was necessary, so it was said, to choose the lesser of two evils, and the lesser was unquestionably a Chinese takeover of Taiwan. The handover of Hong Kong, after all, had not proven to be much of a disaster. There was no reason to expect any different in the case of Taiwan. To risk nuclear war over such an issue was, in the opinion of the disciples, psychopathic and evil.
Beyond this, there were, of course, the usual urgings towards anti-globalization, anti-industrialized agriculture, and anti-militarist political stances, although the presence among the disciples of a considerable number of survivalists limited the extent of the movement’s pacifism. Several “Traveler’s militias”, organized -- though officially disavowed -- around the FPCJ6, clearly exerted considerable influence in this regard.
It is my belief that it was through these tangential connections to broader political issues that the FPCJ6 first began to receive some measure of public recognition. The participation of the San Francisco chapter in a pro-disarmament demonstration, nearly a year after the founding ceremony, managed to garner some considerable attention from the local media, concentrating particularly on the bizarre sect which believed it had been shown the future by an internet prophet. The FPCJ6 represented an exciting -- “sexy” is, I believe, the professional term -- departure from the usual drab and aging Woodstock refugees who generally populated such occasions. Although the tone of most of the reports was skeptical leaning into outright mockery, it provided an invaluable boost to the church’s profile. Picked up by national affiliates and then by talk radio programs specializing in “paranormal” or bizarre phenomenon, the story became something of an underground sensation in the second year of the church’s existence. A cause celebre, or at least a celebre, just barely under the radar of the mainstream press.
The primary cause of this trend was the High Priestess herself. Jennie never lacked for talent in performance, and her sincerity, not to mention her bizarrely convincing fashion sense, gave her a charisma which proved essential to the growth of the sect she had founded.
The distance provided by the virtual was the key to her success. In person she was disconcerting, ponderous, bizarre and slightly frightening. Over the air waves she was appealingly different, articulate, quirky, sometimes touching and deeply sincere. Her obvious goodwill contained none of the oppressive religiosity exuded by her physical presence. In a space once removed from the real, she was charming, even slightly lovable, even if -- sometimes especially if -- one was convinced that she was utterly deranged.
It was during this period that the FPCJ6 truly established itself. Within two years of its founding it had formed coalitions with over a dozen anti-war, environmentalist and specifically pro-disarmament groups, which is not to mention the mostly unspoken connections it maintained with various survivalist militias which, while skeptical about organic farming, were more than interested in the idea of de-centralized government. Because of this energetic networking, the church began to achieve a measure of local political influence, particularly the San Francisco and Berkeley chapters. Their growing membership, coupled with their obvious sympathies towards some of these communities’ most treasured political goals, made them a small but at times indispensable source of manpower and authority. While no politician went so far as to publicly court their endorsement, the local FPCJ6 chapters were capable of easily turning out disciplined and enthusiastic cadres of believers to man phone banks, canvas voters, request donations and all the other uncomfortable and thankless tasks essential to local political victory. When Pervis McElvoy, a former assistant professor of peace studies and fervent advocate of disarmament, won the chairmanship of the Berkeley city council, it was widely rumored that the foot soldiers of the FPCJ6 had been instrumental in his victory. Although not a word was spoken publicly, it was assumed that favors would be forthcoming. Despite this fact, it went unnoticed by the press when, six months later, the FPCJ6 won local tax exempt status in both Berkeley and San Francisco. A victory the church would soon repeat on a national scale.
By the third year of its existence, the church had doubled its membership yet again, and small chapters had begun to spring up across the East Coast of the United States as well. It proved particularly successful in New York. Rumors also swirled about several prominent Hollywood stars who may or may not have been sighted -- behind the obligatory dark glasses and baseball caps -- at local recitations of the Traveler’s Benediction.
It was this final development that most likely prompted the massive publicity coup that marked the end of the church’s third year of existence. Namely, the High Priestess’s appearance on the Oprah Winfrey show.
The most surprising thing about this appearance, in retrospect, is its relative banality. However, this is not difficult to explain. By this time, the talk show genre had already run the gamut of the bizarre, the strange, the paranormal, the perverse and the outright appalling. Winfrey’s previous guests had included psychics, child molesters, psychotic serial killers, men who hated women and the women who loved them, and an infinity of other greater and lesser psychopaths, all of whom were accepted with the modicum of decorum expected of a national television audience. Admonished with the unspoken admonition to keep an open mind, and provided with the perfectly credible insurance policy that it was all entertainment anyway, there was no particular reason -- and there remains none -- why the High Priestess and her oddly compelling tale of perfectly scientifically plausible visitation should be greeted with anything but a respectful hearing and the most copiously observed official niceties.
And this is precisely what happened. To mark the occasion, the High Priestess forwent her white robes and instead appeared in jeans and a t-shirt emblazoned with the now immortal “WWJ6D?”. She and Oprah laughed together about their busy schedules, discussed various lamentable developments in national and international politics and culture and looked sympathetically into each other’s eyes while the High Priestess recounted a handful of sad, and one tragic, anecdotes from her days as Virginia Peasley. At one moment, viewers swore that they could see a mutually shared tear crossing the faces of the two women. The cameraman, unfortunately, did not exploit his opportunity for a close up and the tale must remain, therefore, apocryphal.
The highlight of the show was, of course, the High Priestess’s retelling of the visitation, the message of the Traveler, and her belief that it represented hope for a better and more peaceful future. This led to a long discussion of the only real issue at hand: him. Who was he? What was he like? Was he, perhaps, in the audience right now?
When this question was asked, the cameraman turned his lens upon the assembled audience, and all heads turned towards each other and themselves, each person seeking Josef6 in the face of the person next to them. It was electrifying television. Those eyes roving the stands. The stage momentarily forgotten in the search for the cipher, the phantom, the hidden presence who might be concealed in plain sight. Seen by millions. Recognized by no one.
With her unerring instinct for spectacle, the High Priestess rose from her seat and said that if the Traveler was present, would he reveal himself to the faithful at last?
There was a long and completely unbroken silence. Then they cut to a commercial.
