Browse Testimonies

Dui

I was a spiritual coach called Summer — a false identity I built from scratch — running women's circles, doing witchcraft, plant medicine, and channeling spirit guides, while hiding years of prostitution, rape, and shame so deep I pretended it never happened.

Ron

I was a scrawny burnout hippie — Jewish by birth, Buddhist by practice, wannabe shaman — smoking two and a half packs a day, doing hallucinogenics, living on the road with a woman I had nothing in common with, and I couldn't hold a thought in a bucket.

Muhammad

I was a passionate, active Muslim — going to the mosque five times a day, doing jamat work, debating Christians, teaching Islam. I was arrogant, quick-tempered, and shouting. I was fatherless, growing up watching my mother cry, and I was longing for something I could not name.

Remy

I was a Nigerian Muslim girl who never heard 'I love you' at home, felt rejected by my father and by men, tried to fill the hole with weed, alcohol, parties, and even a relationship with a woman — and still woke up crying, not knowing why.

Ollie

I was a drug dealer, an alcoholic, a cocaine addict — sleeping with weapons by my bed, paranoid that even my own mum was working with the police. I had money, no peace, no morals, and no fear of consequences.

Katherine

I was a pastor's daughter who went to church every Sunday, prayed, anointed my house — doing all the ritualistic religious acts — but inside I was dying with insecurities, seeking validation from boys and my career, and rooting my identity in everything except Christ.

Muhammad

I was the most zealous Muslim in my family — beating myself, cutting my head with a sword, traveling to shrines, serving in the Revolutionary Guard — doing everything to earn God's satisfaction, but feeling further from him the harder I tried.

Sean

I was a violent, rage-addicted construction foreman — drinking, doing drugs, abusing my wife and kids, threatening men with hammers. I gave away my own name and became a monster. I didn't want to know who God was. I figured I was on my own and that was enough.

Diamond

I was raised Catholic but never really understood the Bible. I had preached on the streets of Louisiana, then walked away from faith when I started working offshore and hanging out with the crew, drinking. I didn't believe there was actually a hell or a heaven.

Samo

I was clubbing, using drugs, going with girls, and I didn't care. I believed in God but told my brother to leave me alone. Even after my first conversion I kept falling back into sin, pornography, and eventually cocaine and acid.

Kevin

I was a violent, angry Iranian Muslim in Sweden — high dyslexic, dysfunctional, always in trouble. My only dream was to grow up strong enough to destroy my father. Rage was my identity and my greatest comfort. I didn't believe love existed.

Amaya

I was a new age influencer, belly dancer, and feminine embodiment coach — half naked, smoking weed every day for seven years, having sex outside marriage, following false Gnostic christs, and going around pretending I wasn't lost or broken when it was a complete fabrication.