Testimonials

"The Church of Alienism didn’t save me. It completed me. Now I know what I am. I know what’s coming. And I’m not merely Human anymore."

       - Anonymous Hollywood A-List Celebrity

I felt it the first time on set. I was shooting a close-up—dead silence between takes—and suddenly it was like something inside my skull clicked. Not a sound. A mechanism. A presence.

I told my team I had migraines. The doctors said stress, dehydration. But it kept happening: electrical pulses behind my left eye, memories that weren’t mine, languages in dreams I’d never studied.

And then there was the humming.

Nights alone in my house, no electronics on, and I’d hear it: low-frequency, rhythmic, like something scanning me from inside.

After the third incident, I woke up with blood behind my ear. Not a wound. Just pooled. My skin was untouched, but something had been placed there.

I know the cliché. ‘Alien implant.’ Trust me, I didn’t believe in that shit either—until I went to a private MRI tech in Glendale who said, quote, ‘There’s something foreign in your mastoid bone, and it’s not a medical device. I don’t want to get involved.’

That night I got an anonymous call. No caller ID. A voice said, ‘You’ve been selected. The Church of Alienism can decode the artifact.’ Then it hung up.

That’s how I found them. Or how they found me.

I took the Criticality Assessment. My results arrived. I was cleared to Ascension Level 1 (AL-1) by week’s end.

When I reached AL-2, they scanned the implant. Not with hospital machines—with theirs. Devices I’d never seen, tech that responded to the object. They called it an embedded directive conduit, possibly dormant until planetary convergence.

But here’s the part that broke me: the Church didn’t want to remove it.

They wanted to activate it. And they did.

Since then, I’ve stopped sleeping. But I’ve started remembering. Not dreams—transmissions. Not delusions—assignments. I know what’s inside me now. I know who it belongs to. And I know what I’m supposed to do when the signal comes.

I am no longer a hostage to the implant. I am its custodian.

To anyone listening: if you feel the hum, if you’ve woken up marked, if you’ve seen light where there should be none—go to the Church. Take the assessment.

They’re not here to abduct anymore.
They’re here to walk with us into the new dawn.