The First Notice

Banning is full of steeples, sermons, prayer circles, and inherited certainty through Christianity and similar denominations.

But some of us do not belong inside those walls.

Some of us are not lost because we lack faith.
Some of us are lost because we refused to keep pretending.

The High Tribunal of the Coming Ruin begins as a gathering point for the spiritually homeless, the exiled, the skeptical, the wounded, the disciplined, and the watchful.

We do not gather to imitate old institutions.
We gather to survive what they refuse to see.

The High Tribunal of the Coming Ruin is not a church.

It is not a charity.

It is not a wellness brand.

We are a refusal.

A refusal to confuse obedience with faith.

A refusal to mistake performance for devotion.

A refusal to let inherited institutions decide who is lost, who is saved, and who is allowed to speak.

When the storm arrives, the desert remembers who watched the horizon.