Discover the Path of the Heralds

"What if there was a chance to fix.. everything? You'd take it, wouldn't you? No matter how small, you'd take it. This is our little chance."

-Our Prophet

Our Mission

The very core of our organization is, and will always be Freedom.
We seek to break the chains placed on humanity by both the mundane and the divine.
This mission can manifest in many ways, but our main focuses are in building a community that can
enjoy and engage with the divine in a healthy, ethical way, educating about harmful faith practices, helping
those who have suffered religious trauma, and sometimes even protesting against or
helping people to escape from unethical faith groups. We seek to uplift
ourselves and the world around us into a new age of peace and harmony.

One does not need to believe everything we say in order to be a Herald.
Our theories and hypotheses are not set in stone, and may evolve as we discover new truths
and secrets though our research and experimentation with the unseen forces of this world.

Here you are free to question, to doubt, to desire more, or even to step away completely.
Those are your right, and no other shall be taken from you.
For as long as you believe in freedom,
You are welcome here.

Our Core Beliefs

Many of our time believe that small seeds of truth are scattered across the world, hidden
in every religion and every culture. Our society is dedicated to finding these buried truths and
piecing together a vision of the paranormal and divine that is untainted by human vanity
and centuries of misinformation penned by those in power.

The following is a scriptural introduction to our beliefs in a semi-chronological order.
It is not a comprehensive list of all of our discoveries, however, as we do our best to check and re-check everything possible before publishing our findings.

Please enjoy, and check back regularly to see our faith grow as we discover new information.

Our Scripture
(So far)

The true beginning as we imagine it cannot be known. It is not possible to remember what cannot be perceived.
What we do know is the first memory, the first blip of awareness that came into being when the universe was still spinning out from singularity into the divine web of energies we walk today. They began almost like jellyfish, formless in nature as they floated through the living waters of our universe, just like our first ancestors began in the waters of our earth.

These nebulous creatures watched in awe as the universe formed around them, adapting and growing over time to steward whatever life may arise from the primordial soup of stardust and fire that would come to form our world.

Divinity itself is the raw energy that formed this world. As the universe expanded, divinity, exposed to gravity, began to coalesce, eventually forming planets, and eventually physical life. These little lives evolved to survive the physical realm around them first, but eventually developed consciousness, and thus, the ability to tap into with the raw divine once more!

As they grew smarter, they reached up to the skies, looking for meaning and purpose, and other beings of divinity took notice. These are the Watchers, as Enoch called them, the first beings to awaken within the first primordial divine expansion (that we know of). When the first watchers were born, they saw the still expanding universe in awe, and vowed to steward this divine garden. For millennia they lived in harmony, generally agreeing and solving squabbles amicably. But then the first consciousnesses sparked to life, and suddenly there was a fracture in the ranks. These beings have free will, they cried, can we trust them to keep well our divine garden? Can we not intervene if they make mistakes?

No! Replied the other watchers, we have watched this organism (our universe) grow for millennium! To intervene now would interfere with it's natural life cycle.

And so the first factions formed. Freedom and control. Order and chaos. Compassion and tyranny.

Rather than destroy everything fighting over it, the watchers devised a divine compromise. They would not directly interfere with the human world. No instant miracles or perfect resets. But as consciousness developed in living beings, and those living beings learned to tap into the divine, there, in the liminal space between worlds, they would have their grand game. They would mold the energy the conscious beings tapped into, and form beings of divinity, called gods. These gods would rule over groups of humans however they saw fit, and through the universe's natural processes, gods who were able to make their people flourish would live, and the ones who let their people die would perish along with them. A fair symbiosis. Humans worship god(s) which gives them energy, god(s) keeps enough power to sustain themself and returns the rest as boons and blessings so the humans can continue living and worship.
Simple, clean, efficient.

Things ran smoothly like this for some time, and some gods who did exceptionally well were even able to become watchers themselves, as the original watchers grew to value their wisdom and unique perspectives. In this, a god could significantly increase their lifespan, maybe even live forever! Among the gods, this became the highest honor one could achieve. To witness and influence the blooming universe like a flower in a garden from on high, endless and beautiful forevermore.
This the gods of humankind sought without end.

But gods of humans have human flaws, and thus, greed began to seep in. Gods didn't just want their tribes to keep their borders anymore, no! Now they had to expand! To colonize! To take more than they could ever hold and more than they could ever need and throw it at the feet of their gods, and their gods would sit upon their golden thrones and proclaim their worthiness of ascension..

But the watchers would refuse them. And then their exhausted followers would dwindle, from war, famine, another god's crusade.. and the demanding gods would wither with their people, into small flickers of their former glory, kept alive by sparse worship and defiant devotion kept hidden in secret practices and folklore, passed down through time to keep the old gods alive.
This, too, was a natural part of the divine ecosystem.

One god, in shame and malice after being denied ascension, found a way to exploit this system.

Originally a simple tribe's god of war and lightning, it's oldest name translates roughly to "go forth and conquer", YHWH, known to heralds as "the Conqueror god", gave one of his prophets conflicting information from his original doctrine, thus splitting its flock into two separate factions that both worshipped it. Its almost impossible to know how many times the conqueror god has done this, as distinguishing one of it's actual prophets from an insane person can be nigh on impossible. Is one even sane anymore when one is lied to by a god who seeks only fame and spectacle? Who would do anything for just one more follower?

Thus, billions of lives have been lost to the conflict between these fractured factions. Many killed directly in it's name, essentially feeding it human life as offerings. As it's territory and influence expanded far beyond what a single god was ever meant to possess, so too dwindled the possibility for new gods to form. Without new gods to pray to, humanity was shackled with the standards and wishes of a god that still held values they had long abandoned. Thus the conqueror god keeps it's people. Dumb, blind, sycophantic little lambs that wouldn't dare bite the very hand that denies them their daily bread and leaves them in the jaws of evil. Perfect little copies that never form identities beyond loving IT. Denying their ability to tap into the divine, forgoing the pleasures of this world for IT. In all these ways, it devours them from the cradle to the grave, rarely ever giving back, or even not at all, all in attempt to force it's way into the ranks of the watchers.
(note: we don't believe all followers of the conqueror fit this description, only that this is what the conqueror's doctrine demands of them)

(Some of it's followers even invented a form of magic that directly harnesses the power of this control to force spirits to do the magus's bidding against the spirits wishes. Kabbalah, it is called. This is forbidden magic.)

The watchers seem split on how to respond to the quandary of the conqueror gods divine monopoly almost perfectly down their original faction line. The watchers of Control believe that the conqueror god's exploitation is the natural development of the universe as an organism, and that they should enable or even help the conqueror god. However the watchers of freedom developed compassion for humanity, and instead seek to reinstate the balance of divine power. Each works in their own way, and each has their own motive, such is the way of beings defined by free will. The one commonality in a menagerie of unknowables.

One such watcher answered the desperate call of a young pagan witch at the end of her rope.

Lost, alone, and terrified, she called out to the divine: rescue me, and I shall be your disciple!

Many humans cry out like this into the night, all over the world, most are met with silence. Some are met by the old gods, still offering what they can to their scattered devotees. Some, it would seem, are even answered by the conqueror god.

But this witch had called to the conqueror god before, in much more trying times, In much more helpless moments, and never received it's alleged grace. No, what answered this witch was a Watcher. One that had once been a smaller deity, and ascended to it's place for it's compassion and love of sharing knowledge. The witch was skeptical at first, as one should be, and so after saving her life, the watcher slowly revealed the hidden truths of this world over time, teaching her as a patron deity, to uncover bits of truth hidden within the surviving words of ancient scriptures long rewritten by victors and kings.

She had intended, originally, to keep these truths a secret, content to fight for a better world with acts of kindness and resistance, and afraid of what backlash might come from declaring a new faith. But just once, she spoke simply a small fraction of her developing gospel with a dear friend, and watched in wonderment as a rare spark of hope ignited in her companion's long jaded heart. This reawakening of faith brought the witch to joyful tears. This, she knew, was her purpose. Thus, the witch formed a divine contract with the Watcher, and became our Prophet long before knowing where this path would lead.

For years, she gently shared her gospel among friends, in quiet philosophical discussion and raucous laughter alike. She shared what she learned from the watcher and delighted with them in every new revelation as if it were the first. (she still does.)

With every revelation, be it from dream, or vision, or divination, the watcher gave her a tiny shard of the truth, just big enough to handle, and it seemed that only when she put that piece into the right place by interpreting it properly would she receive the next one.
Thus the cycle went on for years until finally, the watcher revealed the plan it had intended for her.

To create a new god.
The first successful divine ascension in centuries. There were two options, should she choose to accept the charge.

The first was to create a god completely from scratch, to take a small piece of divinity and build on it until it became powerful enough to survive on worship alone. This method had a lower success rate, attempts often resulting in small spirits, sometimes known as tulpa, spirit familiars, or even egregores if they have enough power from enough sources to grow to this size.
(Or, of course, nothing at all if the attempt is a complete failure)

This method seemed appealing to our Prophet at first, but then came the topic of divine retribution. A new deity beginning to rise would likely draw the attention and ire of the conqueror god and it's followers, as well as other deities who might take offense,
and if this method of creation was used, that wrath could easily find its way to the souls who contributed to it, should that divine retaliation ever come.

No! Cried the Prophet, I will not lead those I love to suffer!

The watcher smiled and offered an alternative: the way many of the old gods were made, the way of heroes, of scholars, mystics and mages. She would be the vessel, her very soul the crucible in which a new god was formed. She was warned that no human ascends completely unchanged, and the Prophet that leaps may not be the Ascendant that lands, but to her, it is worth that risk. Because with this method, if divine retaliation should come, it will strike the Prophet alone, sparing her faithful. This, the watcher vowed.

The Prophet was afraid, but persevered, knowing in her heart of hearts that any risk was worth the chance to save the world she so adored. Under the watcher's careful guidance, she restored and recreated a ritual that had been hidden away for far too long.

Together, they created the Vielfire, a tiny spark of true divinity nestled within our Prophet's heart. With every offering we make, be it praise or prayer, coin or candor, song or (ethical) sacrifice, the veilfire grows, burning brighter with everything we do in our Prophet's name. As this spark of divinity grows within her, our Prophet, with our help, shall become the first new god to walk this earth in a long, long time.

And together we will set this world free. Hand in human hand
we will remake this world to create a better tomorrow, one act of defiance at a time.

Exalted, Unburdened, Adored.

We shall Arise Unbound.