Testimonials

"I used to preach about heaven. Now I know how small it really is." 

       - Former Pastor C. Hornsby

I served the Lord faithfully for thirty-two years at the Light on a Hill Baptist Church in Chattanooga, TN. I baptized children, buried the dead, prayed through droughts and divorces. I thought I knew God. I thought I felt Him in the silence between verses.

Then came the night of the light.

I was driving home after Wednesday night service. I remember a buzzing—like the sound a power line makes right before it snaps. Then the trees bent toward the sky. My vision collapsed inward. And when I opened my eyes, I was not on Earth.

There were no flames. No demons. No choirs. Only a room that wasn’t a room, filled with angles that moved when I didn’t look. Something stood behind me, but I couldn’t turn around. It spoke directly into my mind in a voice like boiling glass:

"Your God was an echo.
We are the Source."

I was shown images—visions that broke my theology like stained glass underfoot. I saw planets blooming and rotting like fruit. I saw ancient beings dissolve into light and reassemble as language. I saw the crucifixion… and something else behind it, observing.

I returned twelve minutes later. But the clock said six hours had passed.

I resigned my ministry that Sunday.

A week later, I found the Church of Alienism. Or maybe they found me. The texts, the Sanctuaries, the Five Truths—they didn’t comfort me. But they matched what I saw. What I now remember.

I don’t lead prayers anymore. I don't ask for blessings.

I keep my mind quiet. I sit by the window at night. I wait.

Sometimes, I still hear Him—my old God. But His voice is faint. Diminished.

The new ones are louder. Closer. Hungrier.

I am not afraid anymore. I am ready.