Dog men chased her during astral projection

By Shayla Papik —

When Stephanie entered the Navy, the night terrors increased.

“The whole reason why I was drinking so much is because I just wanted to forget,” she says. “I wanted to drink to black out so I wouldn’t remember any of my dreams at all because these dreams were more real than the physical world.”

Born on a Native American reservation in New Mexico, Stephanie participated in rituals to a host of gods that brought torments and astral projection.

“These night terrors were so demonic. Getting my spirit yanked out of my body every night. These dog men chasing after me and I’m trying to fly away from them. That was the scary (but) it was one of the least graphic thing that happened. (The most graphic) was the smell of sulfur, feces, blood, urine — the most detestable smells that you can ever think of — all mixed and mashed together.”

As a child, Stephanie suffered all three abuses: emotional, physical and sexual.

She was called ugly and a NBC (Nobody’s Child) because she was abandoned. She got beaten up by her dad who came home drunk and trained his kids with kick-boxing at 2:00 a.m. She was taken advantage of by seven relatives.

But the abuse paled in comparison with the dreams. She saw ritual sacrifices and mutilations. After she became a Christian, she saw those types of sacrifices detailed in the Bible as detestable practices of the Canaanites (and other nations) that the Israelites needed to avoid.

Getting bombed and seeing mayhem during her dozen of deployments in Iraq were not worse than those dreams, she says.

“For close to 40 years, I’ve been dealing with being terrorized at night,” she says. “I would see paranormal stuff on the reservation. I would see all these demonic activities and apparitions.”

Nothing helped. Mood stabilizers didn’t work. The medicine man only made things worse, she says.

Her neighbor visited her for a year trying to preach the Gospel, but she reasoned that God had never helped her.

But when the demon attacking her a night turned and focused on her son, her terror turned to anger.

“I didn’t want it to hurt my child,” she says. “I was screaming in the spirit, ‘Help me. Somebody help me.’ When I finally screamed out, ‘Jesus, help me.’ the walls in my room opened up like a veil torn. When it opened up, I saw this guy walking through and behind him was a beautiful bright, soft yellow glow.

“He walked beside my bed and pulled this demon,” she adds. “This demon was screaming and screeching, trying to get out of his hand. He walked out of the room and the veiled closed.”

That, Stephanie says, was the beginning of her complete deliverance. At 3:20 a.m. in September 2023.

No longer was the Jesus the useless, loving hippie guy she imagined. He had power.

“I had to start seeking him,” she says. “It was like being safe. That’s all I wanted.”

Not immediately did she learn to pray morning and evening, breaking generational curses and fractured souls — lessons she learned from different Christian ministries. In October, she got a Bible — which became the grist of her prayers. Demons didn’t give up and walk away easily.

Native religion “is so demonic,” she says. “I did months and months of research. The more I learned, the more horrified I was. Finally I made the decision to renounce my native religion. As soon as I did, I was released from the generational curse.

“I have never found more peace in my life,” she adds. “I don’t go to sleep with a light on anymore holding holding a teddy bear.”

Source: Lyfted Testimonies on YouTube.