Alyssa
“I was levitating outside my body, forced to watch my children being abused, too paralyzed to pray — so I just cried out 'Jesus' in my head, and something stronger than what held me put me back.”
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What they struggled with
False refuges
What this story reveals about God
Religious background
Main testimony theme
Secondary theme
How they came to faith
God accusation
Content advisory
Before you watch
This testimony contains graphic descriptions of childhood sexual abuse beginning at age 5, escalating occult involvement, and a terrifying demonic encounter involving Alyssa's children. What makes it worth watching is the specificity of what broke her — not a sermon, but a moment of sheer paralysis where only one name worked.
What this story teaches
People who have been deeply wounded often fill the God-shaped hole with systems that give them the feeling of control — and the new age is particularly effective at this because it reframes trauma as karma and gives the wounded person a sense of power. But counterfeit peace has no bottom.
How God moved
Go Deeper
Alyssa's Christian Walk
Prayer
Is today your day?
“So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”
Luke 11:9
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