This is a very important warning to the church and to everyone who cares about their kids. I'm copying and pasting an AD (After Death) testimony of a 14 year old girl. It's been floating around the internet so you may have already seen it. And yes, I know that SNOPES and other "fact checkers" are saying it's a fake story, but it rings very true in my spirit and I believe everything she is saying. Besides, follow the money. Is she getting any money for this or her family? And more importantly, what do the powers that be have to gain to keep you from your devices? Think about it.
Anyway, before you read it, let me tell you about my own personal experience. I have four grandkids, current ages 8,9,10, and 11. During the past year and maybe slightly longer the elder two have been allowed a lot of screen time on their tablets. Yes, what they see and do is monitored by their parents and parental controls are put on everything. Thank God for that. But I noticed a dramatic, and I mean dramatic change in both the older kids just in the past 7 months. My grandson who is 10 has always been a very kind, loving, and happy kid. He has now gotten so depressed that his parents have sent him to counseling. This was in part due to bullying at school, but I'm very suspicious of what's going on behind those black screens he's staring at. He even got to the point of saying he'd thought about killing himself. 10 years old!
Then, my 11 year old daughter who I cared for many hours a week.. up to 20 hours when she was little ever since she was only 4 months old, has gone through an extreme personality change. We used to have this close, loving relationship and now she is very disrespectful, disobedient and flat out mean. And not just to me, but to her parents as well. What caused this? She's not even a teenager yet! Her mother tells me that when you ask her to get off the tablet, she throws a fit.
What's the big deal, MaryLu? I played video games as a kid and I'm fine! Yes, things are VERY different now. The games are all on the internet and connected with tons of other people. My grandkids are able to play games with their friends from school and the entire thing becomes their social life. If a kid isn't allowed on these games at home, he or she becomes an outcast and nobody remembers them. In my day, I'd go outside and ride my bikes with my friends and find fun things to do. Now, they all hop onto some online virtual world. So, of course their parents want them to have friends. No body wants his kid to be left out and be the weirdo at school! Do you see how insidious it is!
This is how Satan will get the children. Now, read this girls' testimony below. Long but worth it!
My Name is Madison Taylor Brooks
I'm 14 years old, and on October 17th I died for 12 minutes when our car flipped three times on Highway 29.
I was in the backseat scrolling through TikTok, barely paying attention to mom driving me to volleyball practice. My little brother Tyler was playing his Nintendo Switch next to me.
The rain was coming down so hard that mom kept asking me to look up directions because she couldn't see the exit. I remember being annoyed because I was right in the middle of watching this dance trend video. I didn't look up.
Then it happened.
The semi-truck came out of nowhere. Mom screamed.
Tyler dropped his game. My phone flew out of my hands as our SUV spun across three lanes. I remember the sound of metal crushing and glass breaking.
Then... nothing.
But then... I was floating above our car.
I could see the ambulance lights flashing. People were running around below me. The rain was still pouring, but I couldn't feel it.
I watched as they pulled my body out of the wreckage. My favorite blue volleyball shorts were torn. My face was covered in blood.
Mom was crying, being held back by a firefighter. Tyler was already in an ambulance. I tried to yell, "Mom, I'm okay, I'm right here," but she couldn't hear me.
Then everything got really bright. The ambulances, the highway, Mom — it all faded away. I felt myself being pulled through what felt like a tunnel of light.
It wasn't scary. It felt warm, like when you stand in the sunlight on the first day of summer.
That's when I saw him.
Jesus was standing there, and he was nothing like the pictures in Sunday school. He was... I don't even have words.
Light poured from him, but somehow I could still see his face. His eyes. They looked right through me like he knew every thought I'd ever had.
Every mean text I'd ever sent. Every TikTok video I'd ever posted. But he still loved me completely.
When he smiled at me, I felt like I was home. Really home. Not like our house back in Oak Ridge — something deeper.
"Madison." He said my name, and it sounded like music. His voice wasn't loud, but it filled everything.
I started crying. Not sad tears. I don't know how to explain it.
I just felt everything at once. All the love I'd ever wanted, and all the peace I never knew I needed.
"Am I dead?" I asked him.
"For a little while," he said. "But I have something to show you first. Something important."
He reached out his hand, and when I took it, suddenly we were somewhere else.
It looked like a giant room with thousands of screens floating in the air.
On each screen, I could see kids my age — some younger, some older — all staring down at phones or tablets or computers.
"What is this?" I asked.
Jesus looked sad. "This is what I see every day. These are the children I love, but they cannot hear me anymore."
As we walked through the room, I could see closer. Each screen showed someone like me, hunched over. Scrolling mindlessly. Their eyes looked empty.
But the weird thing was, around each person were these... shadows. Dark figures that whispered things into their ears.
"What are those?" I whispered, moving closer to Jesus.
"The enemy's workers," he said. "They speak lies through the screens."
He brought me to one screen where a girl about my age was crying while scrolling through Instagram. Around her neck was what looked like a heavy chain, and at the end of it was her phone.
The shadows were putting more links on the chain with every swipe of her finger.
"Her name is Emma," Jesus said. "She believes she is worthless because she doesn't look like the filtered images she sees. She spends six hours every day comparing herself to lies."
I felt sick because... that was me too.
I remembered crying in my bedroom because Kylie posted pictures from her birthday party that I wasn't invited to. I'd spent three hours that night scrolling through everyone's perfect lives, feeling worse and worse.
Jesus touched the screen and I could hear Emma's thoughts:
"Nobody would care if I wasn't here anymore. Look how happy everyone else is."
"But that's not true," I said, "and people would care."
"You understand," Jesus said quietly. "But she cannot hear the truth anymore. The voices from her screen are too loud."
We moved to another screen.
A boy, maybe 12, was playing a violent game. With each kill in the game, the shadows around him grew bigger. He looked pale, with dark circles under his eyes.
"He hasn't slept more than four hours a night for three years," Jesus said. "The games were designed to keep him there, to make him need them. His parents don't know he's playing until 3am every night."
"His anger is growing. His ability to feel compassion is shrinking."
I thought about Tyler and how he'd thrown his controller at me last week when Mom made him turn off his game for dinner.
Jesus showed me more screens. Kids sending cruel messages to classmates while laughing. Girls taking inappropriate pictures to get attention.
Boys watching violent and sexual content that made the shadows around them dance with glee.
Everywhere, phones and tablets glowed like little prisons.
"Madison," Jesus said turning to me, "Do you know how many hours you've spent looking at a screen in your life?"
I shook my head. He waved his hand, and I saw what looked like an hourglass. But instead of sand, it was filled with moments of my life. Moments I'd never get back.
I saw myself sitting on the couch while my grandma tried to tell me stories about her childhood. But I was watching YouTube.
I saw hundreds of sunsets I'd missed because I was taking selfies instead of actually looking at them. I saw myself ignoring my brother when he wanted to play because I couldn't pause my TikTok scrolling.
"8,422 hours," Jesus said quietly. "That's how much of your life was given to a screen."
I did the math in my head. That was over a year of my life gone.
"But everyone does it," I whispered, feeling ashamed.
"Yes," Jesus said. "And that's why I'm showing you this. The enemy has found a way into every home, every bedroom, every mind, without anyone noticing. Parents give their children these devices without understanding they're handing them poison in small, addictive doses."
Then Jesus showed me something that broke my heart.
He showed me hundreds of moments where he had tried to speak to me — when I was alone in my room, or walking to school, or lying in bed at night. Times when his presence was there, when he wanted to comfort me or guide me.
But every single time, I'd reached for my phone instead. I'd chosen the noise over his voice.
"The greatest trick," Jesus said, "was making everyone believe they're connected when they're actually more alone than ever."
Tears were streaming down my face now. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't know."
Jesus put his arm around me. "This is why you're seeing this, Madison, because others need to know."
Then he showed me one more scene.
It was our living room, but different. My family was playing a board game. No phones in sight. Everyone was laughing.
Outside it was raining, just like the day of the accident. But inside, it was warm and bright. I could almost smell mom's cookies baking.
"This could have been tonight," Jesus said softly, "if the phones had been put away."
My heart felt like it was breaking. I never realized how much I'd missed by staring at a screen.
"Madison," Jesus said, "your time here isn't finished. You have an important message to share."
"But I don't want to go back," I said, and I meant it. Being with him felt so good, so right. "I want to stay with you."
He smiled that smile that made me feel completely loved. "I'm always with you, Madison. But your family needs you, and others need to hear what you've seen."
"Will they listen?" I asked.
"Some will," he said. "And that's enough to start changing things."
He touched my forehead and suddenly I felt myself being pulled back — away from his light, through the tunnel again, faster and faster.
Then pain. So much pain.
Beeping machines. Bright hospital lights. Someone yelling, "She's back! We've got a pulse!"
I gasped for air, my chest burning like I'd swallowed fire. My whole body hurt. I couldn't move my left leg. There was a tube down my throat.
The doctors called it a miracle. They said my heart had stopped for 12 minutes. They said I should have brain damage, but all my tests came back normal. They couldn't explain it.
Mom cried for three days straight. Dad, who had been away on a business trip, refused to leave my hospital room after he arrived.
Tyler made me a card that said, "Best sister ever," even though I'd been pretty mean to him lately.
When they finally took the breathing tube out, the first thing I said was, "Where's my phone?"
Mom looked surprised. "Honey, it was destroyed in the crash."
And I started crying. Not because I missed my phone, but because I was relieved it was gone.
It took weeks before I could tell them everything I'd seen. At first, I was afraid they wouldn't believe me. But something had changed in me, and they could see it.
The first night I was home from the hospital, I asked everyone to put their phones in a basket. Then I told them about Jesus. About the screens. About the shadows. About the moments we'd lost.
I told them how the devices we think keep us connected are actually tearing us apart.
Dad cried. I'd never seen him cry before.
That was six months ago.
Our house is different now. We have a phone box that all devices go into during family time. We started playing board games on Friday nights. Mom deleted most of her social media apps. Dad stopped bringing his laptop home from work. Tyler still plays games, but with a timer — and mostly ones we can play together.
The hardest part was going back to school and telling my friends.
Some of them thought I was weird now. Some stopped hanging out with me because I wouldn't spend lunch period scrolling through TikTok anymore.
But some listened.
My best friend Zoe deleted Snapchat after I told her what I saw. She said she'd been feeling more anxious and sad lately but couldn't figure out why. Now she's sleeping better. Her mom sent my mom a thank-you text.
I still struggle sometimes. Those apps are designed to pull you back in. Sometimes I borrow Mom's phone and find myself mindlessly scrolling before I even realize what I'm doing.
The habit is strong. But now I can feel when it's happening — like Jesus opened my eyes to see the chains.
If you're watching this, I want you to try something. Just for one day, put your phone away. Look at the people around you. Really look at them. Listen when they talk. Feel the sun on your face without taking a picture of it.
You might be surprised by what you hear in the quiet.
Jesus told me that the enemy can't create anything. He can only distort what God made. He took our need for connection and twisted it into something that actually isolates us. He took our desire to be known and loved and convinced us that likes and followers could fill that hole.
They can't. They never will.
I know some people won't believe my story. That's okay.
But if you're a parent watching this — please hear me.
Your kids need you to be brave. They need you to set boundaries they can't set for themselves. They need you to create space where God's voice can be louder than the screens.
And if you're my age, watching this — know that you're worth more than your follower count. The filtered, perfect lives you see online aren't real.
The shadows want you to believe you're missing out. But the truth is, life — real life — is happening right now, all around you.
And Jesus is trying to get your attention. Maybe this video is one way he's doing that.
I don't have all the answers. I'm just a 14-year-old girl who died for 12 minutes and came back different.
But I know what I saw. I know what I felt. And I know we can't keep living like this — heads down, thumbs scrolling, hearts empty.
Put down your phone. Look up. He's waiting to show you what really matters.
Because the truth is, none of us know how much time we have left.
And I don't want to waste another second of mine on shadows and screens.
My name is Madison Taylor Brooks.
I died on October 17th.
And Jesus sent me back to tell you this.
— Madison Taylor Brooks
Musk wasn't wrong when he said the demon is in the machine and now with AI added to the mix, these online games and videos are pure evil. And not just for kids. Go anywhere today, restaurant, mall, etc.. and everyone is on their phones! The Black Screen of death.
Add to all of this, this recent article
Kids are now turning to AI for friendship because they don’t have anyone else to talk to
Yes, these AI chatbots seem like good friends now, like they care and understand, But they will eventually turn on these kids and entice them to do evil, wicked things to themselves and others. Mark my words.
I don't have the answers as to what to do. If I had small children, I'd probably move somewhere in the countryside off the grid where kids still played outside. Allow the Lord to lead you, not only about your kids, but for you, yourself. Spending hours scrolling through Tik-Tok or Snapchat or whatever, could be more dangerous than you think.
I pray the Lord comes soon and rescues the children of this world before this evil overtakes them!
