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Chapter 38 of Neophyte: My Life In A Sex Cult
This is a chapter within my memoir, Neophyte, about my time in a harmful cult called the Deer Tribe Metis Medicine Society. It is not meant to be read as a stand-alone post. To view all book chapters, click here.
The Deer Tribe is a dangerous cult. While they present themselves as a spiritual community offering healing and empowerment, their practices are rooted in manipulation, control, and cultural appropriation. Like many cults, they offer moments of genuine connection and personal insight — but these are strategically used to gain trust and draw people deeper into a harmful system. Readers are encouraged to read the entire book before forming opinions about the Deer Tribe.
Chapter 38
For two years, I had been working to meet the requirements for neophyte training. To qualify, I had to complete three Q1s, pick up a medicine pipe, and pass through the first gateway. By May 2016, I had checked all the boxes and submitted my application to Joanne Nightbird. With Necea’s encouragement, I was approved.
Two months later, I drove to Santa Fe for my first neophyte experience.
I arrived at the retreat center during a heatwave. Necea retired to her cabin while her spunky life partner, Andie, showed me how to set up the room. We rearranged everything twice to meet Necea’s liking.
Walter LeVay asked me to help him cast a temporary 'dome' over the property to protect us from negative energies. I watched as he unpacked his pipe, crystals, tiny mirrors, and a powdery mixture of salt, cayenne pepper, and other ingredients like 'red ochre' and 'dragon’s blood.' I followed him as he circled the perimeter, placing the crystals and mirrors while I sprinkled the powder. Walter smoked his pipe and pointed it toward the sky in complicated motions. The process took over an hour, and by the end, I was drenched in sweat.
That night, I sat tall on a Pendleton-covered chair, exhilarated, smiling into a sea of eager faces as Necea and Walter delivered the teachings. My heart swelled with joy and hope for the souls who had bravely said yes to pleasure, knowledge, and growth.
I was here because I had courage. I’d left my corporate job for the gig economy. Even though I was broke, I had the freedom to travel and live my Sacred Dream.
I fell asleep that night in a shared room with Walter LeVay. I hadn’t known about the sleeping arrangements, but as volunteer labor, I couldn’t expect a private room. Neophytes weren’t paid; we showed up, worked hard, and gifted the instructors for the privilege of learning. I reminded myself to be grateful and drifted off to sleep.
Andie was up early the next morning, arranging a special table near the door with an incense diffuser and several bottles of Young Living essential oils. When Walter walked in from breakfast, he eyed her setup curiously.
“What’s all this?” he asked as Andie laid out some brochures.
“It’s a side business,” she replied. I had seen her work the Young Living business at the last Denton Q. She had confided that her goal was to recruit at least one participant from every workshop into Necea’s downline.
By late morning, I was feeling spacey and fragmented. With no logistics team, Andie and I took on the tasks of cleaning, rearranging, and coordinating with the kitchen. I started to grow weary of the demands.
“We’re going to have you demo the Body Imprint Removal on Walter,” Andie told me during lunch. My heart sank. I didn’t want to touch Walter, who was more than thirty years older than me. But this was part of being a neophyte. I had seen young female neophytes perform the Body Imprint Removal on older men without batting an eye.
The moment arrived. I removed my sarong and knelt beside Walter, who was lying face down and naked on his sarong. I waited for Necea’s cue, then began scanning his body with my palms, followed by sweeping, kneading, and plucking. He rolled over and I repeated the process on the front of his body, cringing every time I had to touch his genitals.
During the freeform portion, where I was meant to encode pleasure into Walter’s body, I used a feather and silk scarf against his skin. I stroked his hair and ran my fingers down his legs, feeling disgusted yet hoping I appeared to enjoy it. I knew my feelings didn’t matter; the purpose was to provide the participants with a good demonstration so they could release their own pain tapes and heal.
Finally, Necea ended the demo. I rose, replaced my sarong, and returned to my seat, where I saw the wide-eyed participants staring at us, either in shock or awe—I couldn’t tell.
“Wow,” Necea crooned. “Wasn’t that beautiful?”
She paused, gave me a coy look, then added, “And let’s give some cheers for our wonderful neophyte! This was her first public demonstration!”
My disgust evaporated as everyone clapped and cheered. I had done well. I was brave.
I joined Andie and Walter to partner off the freedancers. Necea returned to her cabin for the evening, leaving Walter, Andie, and me to oversee the ceremony.
Go to Chapter 39.