Chapter 1: The Meeting of Two Forces
It was September 2023, across the vast digital plane of non-existence, a song was sent from someone Jena had never met. It was a Christian song that sparked a story unlike any other.
It was from a man named Aaron Hurst, who Jena had no reference point for. Simply that he was connected with the Fear to Fuck it community. Jena had never heard anything about his connection with Jamie and really knew zero.
He was simply a random person on the internet to her.
Little did she know, with being the second coming of Christ, that inside of this man was the person she died and set free. Little did she know this man was Yeshua.
Jena does discover this two months later.
Though he did not yet carry the name that would change everything, the first connection was undeniable. A force had entered her field, and it began a conversation that never stopped.
It began a conversation that has always existed.
Jena had cleared her one and only “Jesus” lead two months prior.
This person told her, you want a 9-0 relationship dynamic. This person had been the one to guide her into enlightenment so she knew she could trust him with her self.
Her dynamic with Yeshua, who she related to as Aaron at this time, was a 9-0 energy dynamic which left her even more open and curious. Either way, there was zero energetic attraction. They both spoke every day about making heaven on earth being here and she would share here heart and he would see how clear and sane she was. When the entire world called her crazy.
Jena at the time was building The House, with Rachel Jane, and forging a movement that could hold the weight of eternity itself.
She needed partners—not followers, not students, but equals.
Aaron when invited to do a group call with Rachel to hear our House Pitch was an enthusiastic “yes.”.. It was at this time Jena saw his chart and she instantly goes inside her head, “he is a propane tank, we need him.”
Shortly after Jena launched what she called a Spark call that was to launch the house.
She held three of them, and the third one due to Aaron not being able to attend. He showed up as well as the reflector friend of hers that lived in her apartment that has a wildly designed aligned story around it too.
The technology fought against it with his Zoom not work, requiring a second zoom call to be established causing the call to not be recored, slipping into the void of the unseen, and the moment had already taken root.
Shortly after Yeshua, known as Aaron at this time, posted on his note on his Facebook Messenger and Jena reached out to him and challenged him to a podcast.
You can watch it here: https://youtu.be/3flR5t720b4
Another day, another call—Rachel present this time. Aaron and Rachel, both there to witness, to position The House alongside her.
She looked at his Human Design and felt it instantly. "He is a propane tank." A force waiting to be ignited.
And so, they began. A podcast. A collaboration. An unfolding.
Chapter 2: The Flight & The First Meeting
October 2023. After two months of ceaseless conversation, the inevitable arrived—Aaron would come.
His flight was delayed, shrinking three days into a single night and a day. He arrived at the airport in Seattle, hood drawn up over his coral Under Armour sweatshirt. She walked toward him, and there, in that moment, was a delightful innocence—he felt small, eager, open, safe, fun.
And yet, there was no attraction. Only reverence. Only friendship.
She took him home. Rachel was there, a buffer, an anchor. That night, Jena slept on couch cushions with Hank, keeping the boundaries intact. She was not here for romance. He was here to support The House, to create, to build.
The morning unfolded with rituals of fate—spilled coffee, an unexpected intuition. In a blink, he had towels in hand, cleaning up the mess before she even had time to react.
"How do you even know where the towels are?"
A mystery left unanswered.
She sat on the window sill in the morning light, flipping through the Gene Keys book, and he joined. This was heaven. Nothing less. The kind of pure existence one only finds outside of time itself.
And then, he stood above her.
And he prayed over her, over the world.
And her entire being melted.
Still, no attraction. Only honor, only reverence, only the certainty of something divine.
She had bought a necklace weeks before, guided by Spirit with no explanation. Now, she knew why. She gave it to him—to honor his love for Molly, his soulmate, the one he carried a picture of on his phone.
It was a gesture of protection. It was a boundary. He was off-limits.
Chapter 3: The Cracking of the Walls
The Barbie movie was playing. She sat at a distance. He invited her to the bed, and she hesitated—checked every energetic thread, searching for a crack.
It felt safe. She moved.
And then—a moment.
A scene, an emotion.
His arm wrapped around her, his head tucked behind her.
And then—the tears. His, not hers.
And in that instant, every single wall she had ever built fell.
"Oh, shit."
A shift. A new thread woven into the fabric of existence.
They danced. They sang. The night turned wild with laughter and rhythm and the freedom of a life fully alive. Aaron, in that moment, felt like the purest, most upgraded version of Benn—her best friend, but without the need for numbness. No alcohol. No substances. Just joy. Just life.
And then, as if by some unseen hand, she felt the pull. He was on the Moon Pod, and her entire body demanded she go sit beside him.
She did.
And for the third time in her life, she felt it.
The left side activation.
Home. Heaven. Life.
Rachel needed to leave. The moment demanded it. Arrangements were made. Rachel was gone.
And then—the night shifted.
They lay together, and for the first time in her life, she was held. Truly held.
No sex. No crossing the line.
But walls fell, bodies melted, souls cracked open.
And for the first time, she felt safe.
Chapter 4: The Proposal That Wasn’t One
When he left, the floodgates opened.
She dumped everything into his inbox, a river of unwinding.
"You're a lot. I want more."
She didn't stop.
The energy surged. Rage. Chaos.
She was unraveling. The only thing that made sense was cold water.
She had never allowed the cold before.
But this time was different.
The shower began.
And then—an impulse.
She let the cold water hit the nerve in the back of her throat.
And then—silence. Numbness. Emptiness.
The cold never touched her.
She called him.
"Did you know if you deep throat a shower, you can’t feel the cold?"
His response?
"Are you my wife?"
And before her mind could even catch up, her body spoke the only truth it knew.
"YES."
She clapped her hands over her mouth. What had just happened?
But the Universe was already moving.
She sat in her leather chair, feeling the magnitude of it all.
And then—the miracle.
A prayer written in real-time:
"Jesus, Aaron’s wife’s pussy is 2,365 miles away—make it 0 today, in Jesus’ name, amen."
A phone call.
A friend, out of nowhere: "I can watch Hank."
The path opened. The pieces aligned instantly.
The impossible became inevitable.
She called her family, her ex-husband, everyone.
"I'm married. I'm flying to Arkansas."
And so, the story truly began.
