And This Is How It Ends

And that is my story. I work for an organization known as the Sentience, a group of people who have also been saved by His Will.

We assist God in His Holy efforts to bring His people to the Heavens, where He will grant them eternal life.

You call us Indisen. You call us a cult. You call us an abomination.

We are not anything of the sort.

We are the Sentience. And we are born again.

Saved

God saved me.

His facial features were dramatically void, empty of any emotion, closed off from the world. His majesty overtook my presence. God and I spent what felt like several years in His Kingdom, black leaves scattering the ground. After my visit, I was assigned a body, my spirit taking form in the body I once knew as mine. My skull was shattered, fragmented. God had known this, as God knows all. He donned me a mask, and suddenly, memories of Hell came flooding like a raging river.

And the Whale swallowed me whole.

My Life In Hell

I wake up.

I'm in Hell.

All I can see is endless torment. I see a man being set on fire while being kicked till he falls to the ground, I see a woman's arm get sawed off, and the nub cauterized. I saw things indescribable, things that made me question why I didn't just read that damned Bible my mother got me.

I thought it would never end. And it probably wouldn't have.

But then...

My Death

I remember the immense agonizing pain of my death. I remember the suffering and the torment, the SUV driving right over my skull, shattering it on impact.

I remember being an accountant. I lived in Chicago. I was on my way to work, where I managed the stocks and finances of different credit unions and such.

I didn't look both ways. I got run over.

But my death was just the beginning.

Where It All Begins

Hello, my name is Jonah. Jonah Parker. I am, or was, 28 years old. And I died. How am I still alive? Fuck if I know. But I am. And this is where my story begins.