We Are Ministers
But Not As You Know Them
Two Souls. One Path. No Chains.
In a haze of incense and cannabis edibles, we
found clarity. Not in dogma or doctrine, but in questions no one
wanted us to ask.
Our beliefs don't make us arrogant. They keep us honest.
We were ordained through the Universal Life Church, not to convert or control, but to liberate and listen. The churches we turned to in pain turned us away— their doors wide open on Sundays, locked tight the rest of the week.
Religion taught us chains and pride. Ordination taught us freedom.
- Ministers AJ & Tina Wisti
We are Heathens—not in defiance of spirit, but in defiance of pretense. Our roots run deep into the wisdom of Germanic tribes, Druidic hills, Celtic forests, and the fierce, healing hands of Indigenous Grandmothers. We reject superstition and sanctify science. We embrace natural medicine and tread lightly with pharmaceuticals—enough to survive, but never to forget what the Earth already offers.
Our ministry doesn’t worship gods from gilded pulpits. It honors truth spoken over campfires, cried through grief, or whispered in herbal smoke by those who still remember. We do not demand obedience—we encourage questions. We do not want followers—we want thinkers.
When modern religion says "Sit down, shut up, obey," we rise, speak, and walk away. We chose the path that led through wilderness—spiritual, emotional, and societal. In this exile, we found something sacred: our own voice.
We are unwelcome in fundamentalist circles. That’s fine. Prophets, poets, and peace-makers rarely fit in pews anyway. What we teach is not indoctrination—it is liberation. It’s what the Druids knew, what the Norse carved in stone, what the Grandmothers still tell their daughters: Truth does not fear the question.
If you're searching, wandering, wondering— know that your path is not wrong just because it doesn’t fit the map. Some of the oldest roads are hidden, and some of the truest teachings were never written down.
We walk with the sacred outcasts: the witches, the warriors, the wise women and wild men. We believe the Divine is not found in control—but in compassion, curiosity, and courage.
We are not here to save you. We are here to walk with you— through the dark woods, through the fire, through the questions. You may find no god at the end of the trail, but you just might find yourself.
We do not dream of some far-off heaven, gilded and gated, just out of reach for the ragged and real. We believe in the wisdom of those who survived hell, who limped out of the fire with ash on their skin and stories in their veins. We bow to no throne we cannot see, nor whisper to silence and call it divine. Your beliefs—yes, we honor them, with the reverence earned by pain. But we will not lower our gaze to a sky that never answered. Our prayers are questions. Our altar is the Earth. And truth— truth walks with the haunted, not the holy.
— Ministers AJ & Tina Wisti
