How I Met Jesus and Was Born Again

Translation from Spanish

My name is Noelia. I’m from Argentina, I’m 39 years old, I’m married, and I have three children. I want to share my testimony about how I met Jesus, and everything I went through until my conversion was complete.

I’m sharing this to glorify Jesus, and also because, as the Bible says:

[Revelation 12:11] And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

I’m also doing this to confront my pride and grow in humility, because, as the Bible says:

[Luke 14:11] For whosoever exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.

I feel compelled to share my testimony, because since I met Jesus, I want everything I do to be for Him and through Him.

It’s the least I can do after what He did for me: to confess Him publicly before everyone. He is my center, and the only thing that matters to me is pleasing Him. I’m not ashamed to declare it openly, and I don’t care what others might think of me.

I also want to share everything that happened to me because there may be others, especially women, going through the same things. I think it’s important to put my pride aside to tell my personal story, which was very intense and very real. That way, those people can know they’re not alone, that they’re not the only ones, and understand why things are happening to them.

Now I want to tell you who I was before I met Jesus.

By the world’s standards, I was a normal person. I didn’t go to church, I didn’t know what Christianity was, I wasn’t religious or anything like that. I thought I was happy. Everything was going well for me, and I felt successful in my material pursuits. I wasn’t depressed, I wasn’t broken, I wasn’t going through a hard time. On the contrary, I thought I had everything, and that it all depended on me.

I was a very independent woman. I believed in something called God, but I saw it as some kind of universal energy. I thought God was everywhere, but without a concrete personality. I didn’t know who God was, or who Jesus was. When I read something about Jesus or saw an image of Him, I felt a lot of respect. I felt something, but I didn’t really know who He was. I didn’t know that Jesus lives, or how real He is. I didn’t know the extent of His authority and power as the Son of God.

Besides, I thought people who prayed on their knees or face down, who cried for Him, who listened to Christian music or were really into those things, were over the top. I thought they were fanatics. I was never interested in being like that. I never understood it before.

When I met my husband, he gave me a Bible. I kept it on my nightstand for five years, but I never wanted to open it. I think I did once, and didn’t understand a thing. I didn’t have faith and, honestly, I wasn’t interested. I read a little, but to me it was just strange words, like opening a coded book. I felt it wasn’t for me. I kept it nearby because it was a gift from my husband and I was fond of it, but it was just another object. I didn’t understand it.

I wasn’t out to hurt anyone, but I was very arrogant. I believed I created reality, influenced by all the foolish books I’d read before, about how you’re your own god, how to create your own reality and control it. I read about quantum physics and everything related to the New Age. I was always keeping up, reading everything to have power—not to influence others, but just to apply it to my life and be more successful.

I was proud. It was really hard for me to ask for forgiveness. I always had to be right. I always had to win at everything. I was super competitive. I always wanted to be in a leadership position. I acted like a man when it came to authority. But now I realize that was because of a lack of self-esteem and recognition.

I never liked being a woman. I felt that women were less, and because of that, I envied men. I wanted to control everything, to be in charge at home and at work. I didn’t act like a woman; I acted more like a diva—like a man, running everything, everywhere, always with my nose in the air.

I was vain. I always wore tight clothes and makeup, and I never went anywhere without high heels. I was always changing my hair color. The more attractive I looked, the better—or so I thought—and I was always trying to seduce. I didn’t even realize what I was doing. I’m not saying it’s wrong for a woman to take care of herself or want to look pretty, but my motives weren’t pure. I wanted to stand out, and it was about more than just wanting to look good.

Throughout my life, I committed many sins. I was always completely rebellious—rebellious toward my parents, rebellious at school. I had trouble in high school. I never wanted to follow any rules. I was always making my own rules and living my own way, to the extreme.

I was rebellious toward my husband. I didn’t want to listen to him. I wouldn’t even let him give me the smallest bit of advice, even though deep down I knew he meant well. I didn’t want to accept anything, because I was deeply rebellious.

When I was younger, I did it all. I was practically an alcoholic, I smoked marijuana, and I tried to kill myself a couple of times. I suffered from depression more than once, and it was intense. I hated life, and I took everything to the extreme.

I had several relationships outside of marriage, I was unfaithful, I sinned against my own body with unnatural beauty treatments, and I even had surgery to make myself infertile so I couldn’t have any more children—something the Lord later showed me He hates.

I’ve already asked for forgiveness and repented for everything I did in ignorance. It’s not that I did all those things to rebel against Him, since I didn’t know Him, but it was still wrong.

One of my greatest sins was my addiction to the occult. Since I was thirteen, I started buying and reading books and magazines about the New Age and everything related to the spiritual and astral world. I wanted to understand how everything invisible and immaterial worked. Even though I hadn’t found the truth yet, which is Jesus, I knew there was something beyond the material, and I wanted to reach it.

I read about occultism, esotericism, and meditation. I practiced astral projection and tried to awaken the Kundalini, meditating for hours to open my third eye. I even tried to move objects without touching them. I taught myself cartomancy, palm reading, numerology, hypnosis, and mind programming. I read horoscopes, made birth charts—everything!

I wanted to know, control, and understand it all. I wasn’t trying to manipulate or hurt anyone, but I was completely lost.

On top of that, I was a dancer. I started dancing at eleven, and later even taught dance. Dance was my god. I was ambitious and spoiled. I was also a compulsive shopper—the kind of woman who walks into a store and buys everything she sees, no matter what.

All of this began to change when I met Jesus, even though I wasn’t seeking Him. I was always searching for spiritual truth, but I had no idea what I was getting into. I didn’t realize I was involved in things I shouldn’t be. I read all those books about occult techniques, until one day I picked up a book about the life of Jesus.

As I read about what Jesus did, I was deeply moved and began to cry, feeling the humility and love He had for others. It was a strange moment, because I wept as I read about how He helped the poor and showed mercy to people. It felt as if something deep inside me was being touched as I read. After that day, everything on the outside stayed the same, but I had been profoundly moved.

Some time passed, and one day, while I was lying in bed taking a nap, I suddenly felt something like a wind enter my body. It was a gentle but determined breeze, impossible to control, that made me take a deep breath. It was like an “Aaah!”—something that entered my body and washed over me completely.

In that moment, I felt a fire rush through me from head to toe. I felt like I was burning, but it was beautiful—an ecstasy I had never experienced, not through meditation or any other pleasure in this world. Nothing could compare to what I was feeling.

It lasted only a few moments. I can’t say exactly how long, because in that instant you lose all sense of time. Yet to me, it felt endless, and I wanted to stay in that state.

I thought that this must be what it’s like to be in heaven, because the ecstasy was beyond compare. No earthly joy could ever come close. It was as if someone was telling me, “Noelia, this is what it’s like to be in heaven.”

I didn’t see heaven or any place with my eyes, but when that wind entered me—something I couldn’t recognize, since I didn’t know the Holy Spirit or His baptism—it was as if someone was confirming it to me, saying, “This is what heaven feels like.” There’s no way to explain it; only those who experience it can understand.

From that moment, everything started to change. I began to feel strange, both in my body and in my spirit. After that day, I felt something like oil on my head that wouldn’t come off no matter what I did. I washed my hair several times with shampoo for days, but it stayed there.

I felt different. I thought about God constantly, though I didn’t understand why, since I hadn’t been consciously seeking Him. I didn’t know what to do. I wondered, “Well, what do I do? What am I supposed to do? Should I go to a church or not? Do I need to be alone?” I even thought about going up a mountain or taking a spiritual retreat, because I felt like I needed to be alone with God.

I thought, “Well, what do I do? Should I go to a Catholic church?” But since I’d gone to Catholic churches as a child, I felt like something didn’t fit, that some things just didn’t make sense to me.

I started talking to my husband more. He began helping me, and I wanted to know more about the life of Jesus. But it wasn’t something I was searching for—it just happened. I wanted to know everything about Jesus. I wanted to know Him. I was hungry for Him. I thought about Him all the time, even when I woke up, though I still didn’t understand why.

I started seeing things about people—things no one had ever told me—and it scared me a little because I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I didn’t know that when you receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit, God gives you spiritual gifts, and one of them is receiving knowledge about other people’s lives that you couldn’t possibly know any other way.

At first, what was happening to me frightened me, because I didn’t know what it was. It didn’t happen with everyone, just with certain people. God would show me something about someone, and I didn’t know what to do with that.

When this started happening, one of the things I noticed was that some people were sick because they needed to forgive. While searching online about illnesses, I found a technique that supposedly helped people heal, so I started looking into it, thinking it might help me. But then I realized they were using hypnosis and communicating with the dead. That’s when I knew something was wrong. My husband was telling me the same thing.

Since I didn’t know what to do with what was happening to me, at first I thought that was the answer. But then I realized that when you’re drawing closer to God, the devil does everything possible to keep you from truly finding Him and the truth. I saw that it was the devil who brought this into my life so I would misuse what God was calling me to do.

From that day on, I felt a constant calling. It wasn’t a voice, but a sense—a feeling that I had to do something, as if there was a special mission that had to do with Him. But I didn’t know how to answer that call.

Things started to change. As my hunger for God grew, easy job offers and temptations I’d never faced before began to appear in my life. It was like everything material was being handed to me on a silver platter.

I felt a powerful urge to do things that weren’t right. People I hadn’t seen in years started turning up. In fact, I was on the verge of throwing away my whole life and my marriage.

On one hand, I had an intense hunger for God and for knowing Him, for knowing Jesus. But at the same time, it felt like the world was calling me, saying, “Look, you can work here, or there. Come, do this.” It was as if my ego was being puffed up.

Later, I realized that when God is calling you, the devil tries to keep you from reaching your true purpose. The moment you start turning to God, the devil puts everything in front of you on a silver platter, just to distract you from the things of God and pull you into the things of the world.

It was surprising and unexpected. People would call and say, “Noelia, we have this opportunity for you.” It was something I’d always wanted, and just when I was ready to leave the things of the world behind and dedicate myself to serving God, that offer would appear.

This reminds me of when Jesus was in the desert and the devil offered Him the whole world if He would just worship him. The difference is, at that time, I had no idea what was happening to me or what any of it meant.

I also started having attacks in my dreams. I would feel as if someone was stabbing me in the back with an arrow or a spear, and I’d wake up with a terrible, real pain, as if I was actually being hurt.

Alcohol started to make me sick, too. I couldn’t drink it anymore. It all happened without me even trying, in a completely natural way. It wasn’t that I said, “Well, I’m going to stop drinking because it’s bad for me.” My body just started to change. I wasn’t the same anymore. My tastes were different.

The same thing happened with food: I started to like different things, and I couldn’t stand anything with a very strong smell.

A few months went by like this, until one day my husband was watching a deliverance from demons online. He had his headphones on, and I went over to him. I started listening and felt drawn in.

The minister doing the deliverance would speak to the demon inside the person and say things like, “In the name of Jesus, I command you to leave this house!” or “Jesus has already defeated you!” or “Drink the blood of Jesus!” He would also say, “Look where Jesus is!” and the person would look to where Jesus was in the spiritual realm, and the demon would manifest.

So I said to my husband, “Hey, what are you watching? Can I watch with you?” He took off his headphones, and I started to watch and listen to what was happening. I saw how the demon manifested through that person and began to explain how it controlled him, how it acted in him, what it made him do, and how it caused him to sin.

That was the moment I truly believed in Jesus and knew who He is: that He is the Son of God, that He lives eternally in the spiritual realm, and that He has authority over everything. That’s when I believed in God, in demons, in the devil. My eyes were opened, and I was so impacted by that video that, from that moment on, my life was never the same.

From that day, I started watching more videos from this minister in the United States, where he explained what Christianity is, who Jesus is, what God is like, how the spiritual world works, what the Bible says, what baptisms are, the gifts of the Spirit, and many other things.

That’s when I began to understand everything, and I couldn’t stop reading, researching, and learning more. I felt a lot of resistance inside, but at the same time, I couldn’t stop listening to his teachings and those of others. It felt like this was the truth I’d always been searching for. Everything I heard resonated within me, and I just knew it was the truth.

From that moment on, I began to change more and more. The change was natural. It wasn’t like I said, “Well, today I’m going to get up and do this or that. Today I have to do this, I have to do that.” Everything just happened on its own.

From the day I witnessed that deliverance and truly believed, I began to see what I was doing wrong and started working on myself. Every day, God showed me what I needed to change, and I kept moving forward, little by little. It was as if my eyes had been opened in an incredible way. I saw everything differently.

There came a time when I realized I couldn’t cleanse myself on my own, or keep living the way I was. I sensed that God wanted more from me—that I needed to take a step, to show Him I truly didn’t want to be the person I had been, but wanted to be born again as someone new in Jesus. I felt I couldn’t keep growing spiritually without being baptized in water. I felt unclean, as though my sins couldn’t be washed away.

In that moment, I understood what was happening in my life, and I literally felt God say to me, “Now is the time. Now you need to do it.” I just felt I had to do it, as if there was no other option. But it wasn’t pressure from Him; it was something I needed to do myself.

It was something natural. It’s not like I went somewhere and someone told me, “You have to get baptized,” or “You have to do this or that.” What stands out to me most about everything that happened is just how natural it was.

I felt like I couldn’t turn back and there was no other way. Every time I hesitated, I felt even worse, and the demons would attack me even more, trying to keep me from going through with it. So I decided to be baptized in water.

It was really hard for me, because I was very proud and didn’t want my husband to baptize me. It felt like the devil was saying, “Don’t be stupid. Why would you do something so ridiculous? How could you let your husband baptize you?”

Before I met God, I thought baptism was pointless and ridiculous. I thought it was just a formality, that going under the water wouldn’t change anything. I thought it was nothing but fanaticism. But now, something inside me told me I had to do it no matter what. Above all, I felt a natural urge to do it.

I started to feel desperate and was fighting an internal battle: “Should I do it? Should I not? What will people think?” I had a flood of thoughts that I now know come from the devil, who puts them in your head so you won’t do it, so you won’t obey God’s commandments.

My husband told me, “You’ll see that after you’re baptized in water, you’ll become a completely different person.” And I thought, “Well, yeah, my sins will be forgiven, and I’ll be starting fresh.” But I never imagined everything that would happen afterward. I never imagined it would be so literal.

After I was baptized in water, everything began to change even more intensely than before. For several days, I was spitting up saliva, water came out of my nose, I was sneezing, coughing, yawning. All of that is evidence of deliverance, of being cleansed.

I literally started to see everything differently—the world, the scenery. I felt like I enjoyed it so much more. I felt more alive. I looked at the landscapes and felt like God was everywhere. It was like I had awakened and was seeing another world after being baptized. It was amazing.

The changes weren’t just spiritual or emotional; they showed up physically, too. I couldn’t eat. I went almost three days like that, when before, food was essential for me. I felt like my body was being cleansed.

One morning I got up and went to make my usual coffee, but I couldn’t drink it. I used to be addicted to coffee and couldn’t get through the day without five or six cups, until my stomach hurt. I’d tried to quit many times, but I never succeeded.

It’s not that drinking coffee is wrong, but in my case, it was harmful because I was addicted. Then one day, I just got up, looked at my coffee, and it wasn’t the same. Simply put, Jesus set me free from that and from many other things. That was one of the changes I experienced. I could hardly believe it.

I began rejecting many things around me and everything that represented an idol—like some figurines I had in my house. I started throwing everything out and cleared out my entire home. It was a natural and overwhelming rejection of anything superstitious.

I started looking at myself in the mirror and feeling like it wasn’t me. I was blonde, since I had been dyeing my hair for ten years, but with that image, I didn’t recognize myself anymore. So I went back to my natural hair color and began to reconnect with myself. I stopped wearing makeup and all the excesses.

I cleared out a ton of clothes from my closet because when I looked at them, I just didn’t identify with them anymore. I stopped wearing gold jewelry, little chains—anything that used to represent power and status, or made me feel prettier, or so I thought. After that, I just didn’t like any of it. I didn’t feel like the same Noelia. I had to reconnect with this new Noelia who was being born.

One of the most intense things I went through during the whole process was the repentance I felt. It was two or three months of crying, unable to believe everything I’d done in my life. I’d remember something and think, “How could I have done this or that?”

It was as if I suddenly realized that what I had done was against God. Before, I didn’t know, but now I did, and the repentance was overwhelming. It was a deep sorrow. I asked God for forgiveness, but I didn’t even know how. I felt like it wasn’t enough, like it didn’t reach Him. I just cried and cried—I felt like all I could do was weep and pray at the same time.

I began to pray, when before I had thought it was pointless. I just felt the need to kneel, to pray and weep on the floor, to talk to Him and ask Him to forgive me for everything I’d done. All of this happened naturally, without ever going to church.

When I began to get to know God, I realized everything I’d done wrong before, and I asked myself, “Why did You choose me? How can You forgive me? How can You love me so much after everything I’ve done against Your kingdom?” It was overwhelming!

I’d throw myself on the bed for hours and hours, crying, and I started to feel Jesus. I felt His love. I felt that He loved me and was cleansing me. I felt His presence. I knew He was so happy to have me back, so happy that I was seeking Him, that I loved Him, because I had also started to feel an overwhelming love for Him.

It was like meeting someone you’d always known—a reunion after you’d forgotten them. I began to understand Him, and I started to love Him, and that broke me completely. I realized I’d been living a lie my whole life, caught up in illusion and deception.

Physically, I started to smell things so much more strongly—everything was intensified. I started rejecting perfumes. I couldn’t use lotions. Anything with a strong scent, I couldn’t stand during those months.

My skin changed. It was as if it had been cleansed. It was more luminous, my eyes were brighter. People who knew me would say, “You’ve changed so much! What happened to you? Your skin is so much brighter.” And I’d answer, “It’s because I found Jesus, and Jesus cleansed me.”

I started to feel tingling in different parts of my body, especially in my torso, forehead, chest, and stomach. All day long I felt little tingles, like an energy moving, but I didn’t know what it was.

It felt like someone was literally rearranging and moving things inside my body, like a puzzle—taking pieces out from one place and putting new ones in. I felt it especially in my chest. There were days when, spiritually, it was like someone was shifting things inside me, arranging and cleansing.

All those days, I also felt a very pleasant fire constantly purifying my body. I needed to be still, to rest, because I couldn’t do normal activities. I felt I had to be at rest and let the process unfold.

But through it all, there was a sense of well-being. I had a deep confidence that Someone was making all those changes, cleansing me, and I knew it was God. I felt lighter, better and better every time.

It was incredible, starting with the baptism of the Holy Spirit. But after the water baptism, the change was overwhelming. Every day was like that, for months.

After the water baptism, a fierce spiritual battle began. Many things started happening in my house: I heard noises and constantly sensed presences—some good, some evil. Sometimes I would get goosebumps and feel like I was being watched all the time, until I spoke the name of Jesus, and if it was something evil, that feeling would disappear.

I also began to experience sleep paralysis. I would be asleep, and suddenly I would wake up in spirit, completely unable to control my physical body. It felt like I was going to die, like I was trapped in that state, because I couldn’t move or speak.

I was terrified. I would try to call my husband, who was sleeping beside me, but I couldn’t scream, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move my body—until I spoke the name of Jesus several times in the spirit. Then I could wake up and move again.

This happened to me many times. Sometimes it was worse, sometimes not as bad.

Then I started feeling like spiders were crawling all over my body, all the time, but there were no spiders physically. I would feel bites everywhere, mostly on my left side, as if I was being stung by wasps or scorpions.

My head would move on its own, day and night. These things would happen at any moment, as if someone was pushing or pulling my head, but nothing physical was there. My body would move by itself.

One night I woke up to find myself squeezing my own leg with my hand. It was as if my hand was angry, full of rage. But I didn’t know then that everyone has demons inside their bodies, and if you don’t have control over them, demons can act physically and control your body.

My left leg would twitch, moving on its own even when I was still. My hand too. I felt electricity running through my whole body, like electric shocks.

I had the strangest dreams, and I knew I was dreaming. People would offer me food, and I would refuse, because I knew it wasn’t coming from a good source. And when I refused the food or called on Jesus for help, the dream would vanish instantly.

The same thing happened with sexual dreams. It was like they were forcing me to watch a sex scene and inviting me to take part. Then I would suddenly become aware and be able to choose. In the name of Jesus, I would tell them to leave, and the dream would disappear. They were only dreams, but they felt incredibly real—like I was fully conscious in another reality.

Sometimes I was really confused. I would ask myself, “Am I crazy? What’s happening to me? Why is this happening? What is all this? Why me? Is there anyone else going through the same thing?” I had so many doubts, because everything was so strange.

I felt like I had worms or snakes inside my stomach, or like someone was touching my leg or different parts of my body, but no one was there physically.

Electrical appliances would fail. So many things happened to me. The car would start shaking, even though it was a good car with no problems. It would shake and then stop.

This especially happened whenever I tried to do something related to God, something that was an important change for me. When I said, “Okay, I’ll go to this place to pray,” or “I’ll talk to this person,” or “I’ll do something for God,” something would always happen to me.

The first thing to fail was always anything electric. For example, the first time I tried to listen to Christian music, the battery in my MacBook exploded—just like that, out of nowhere. I felt something like electric currents running through my body. It was really strange.

When I was around certain people, they would start acting strangely and begin to change. Some liked having me around more than before, while others would get dark circles under their eyes, start to look sick, turn pale, want to leave, or start scratching themselves, even though I wasn’t doing anything.

For some, just being near me was enough to make them feel bad. Others, on the other hand, would look at me and say, “Yeah, you have something. There’s a kind of light in you.” That was the Holy Spirit living inside me.

But the most beautiful thing was that I began to feel the presence of Jesus. It felt like I already knew Him and we were meeting again. That encounter does you so much good that all you want is to be with Him all the time, because His presence is so incomparable and wonderful.

I don’t have words to describe what it’s like to be in the presence of Jesus—the awe, the reverence. I didn’t want to do anything that would go against Him or anything that might make Him say, “Noelia, this isn’t right.”

I was completely certain that Jesus is real, without a doubt. You just know He exists, that He’s real, that God is real, that the spiritual world is real, and that both good and evil exist. You know it. It’s not something you reason through. It happens to you, you experience it—it’s real.

I started having all kinds of visions: stars falling to earth, fire coming down from the sky, and people running and screaming. It was as if the Lord was saying to me, “This is what will happen in the world in the future.” I also had visions where someone would tell me, “Everything the Bible says is true.”

From that moment on, I started reading the Bible, and it was as if I had known it my whole life. I can’t say I understood everything 100%, but it was like finding the truth I had always been searching for. Before all this, I had opened it a few times and it just seemed like an old, ancient book that had nothing to do with reality. But now it was different—reading the Bible became a necessity for me.

I also had visions where I was shown people’s suffering or happiness after this life, and those experiences are incredibly real. In these visions, you’re fully aware, and it’s a world that feels even more real than the physical one. Only those who experience it can truly understand how real visions are.

Of everything I went through, the hardest part was that, until you pass this spiritual test God allows you to face—until you’re truly firm in Him and saved—you go through a very intense battle. God lets you see many things and experience both good and evil, so you can choose and say with certainty, “No, I want this. I don’t care what I have to go through, and I don’t care what I see in the spiritual world. I want You, Lord.”

Up until that moment, this spiritual battle is normal for anyone who truly converts, if the conversion is real.

The worst experience I ever had was sleep paralysis. I was asleep and felt several hands trying to pull me out of my body. I could feel them tugging at my stomach, and I knew they were demons. I couldn’t see them physically, but I could sense their nature.

They were actually pulling me out of my body, in the spiritual realm, and I could feel their immense evil—how much they enjoyed what they were doing, how they wanted to torture me. They wanted me to believe they would take me, that they would rip my soul out of my body, because that’s what they want: your soul.

In that moment, the demons forced me to look down in the spirit, and when I did, I saw a huge lake of fire deep within the earth. The entire place was filled with different features—some areas looked like caves, others like hills, and at the center, below it all, there was nothing but a lake of yellow and red fire, with every color of fire and lava. It was overwhelming.

There were no people there, only demons flying around, guarding the place and getting it ready, and I understood that this is the final destination for souls who don’t find and don’t follow Jesus. It was as if they were saying, “Look, this is how it is,” and they showed me the lake of fire.

That was the most terrifying experience I’ve ever had, out of all the spiritual attacks I’ve faced since I found God. The suffering the demons inflicted on me in that moment was immense—a feeling of utter desperation. I thought it was the end for me, that I was going to die, that they were going to take my soul—because that was their intent.

So I began to cry out to Jesus, and with all the fear and terror I felt, I said, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, help me, Jesus! In the name of Jesus, I command you to leave!” And that’s when I was finally able to wake up.

I woke my husband and told him everything that was happening to me. I spent about three hours crying from the terror, the sorrow, and the helplessness of feeling what the demons think and feel. I couldn’t see them with my spiritual eyes, but I sensed they were there, flying over the lake of fire, and I felt their hands trying to pull me out of my body. There were two or three of them, and I could feel what they were thinking and feeling. The depth of their evil is overwhelming. It’s not of this world.

After that, I couldn’t sleep for hours, so I began to pray. That experience was incredibly intense and made me realize that all of this is real—that heaven and hell exist, that the spiritual realm is real and nothing to take lightly, and that each of us has a choice to make. I understood this decision is mine, and as long as I am alive, only I can make it.

It was as if God was showing me both sides of the coin, and I had to say, “I don’t care what I have to go through, I want this for myself. I want to follow You, I want to be with You. I need to be with Jesus, and nothing else matters to me.”

I discovered a new kind of love. I began to feel the love of Christ, which is different. After that change, I started to sense how He loved me, in what way, with what intensity. But it was not like human love.

I started seeing people differently. I began to care about things I’d never noticed before—people I didn’t know who were in need, sick, or going through hard times. Even though I didn’t know them, I cared about them so much. It was as if someone had placed that love in my heart, as if someone had completely changed my heart.

I was never the same again. I was completely changed. It wasn’t just 10% or 20%—the old Noelia died completely in that process, and I began to love people in a new way. I realized I no longer wanted to live in sin. I did not want to, and I could not. I simply felt a natural rejection of everything evil.

It wasn’t that I would say, “This is wrong, that is wrong.” No. I just felt a rejection of everything that was against God. I would say, “I cannot do what I used to do.” Just thinking about doing something that was against God made my stomach turn and filled me with dread. It was an overwhelming rejection, something I had never felt before.

Through all that, I became a new Noelia. Now, the only thing I care about is talking about Jesus. If He’s not at the center of a conversation, I’m not interested—unless it’s to tell someone what happened to me and show them who Jesus is. I’m not interested in the things of this world anymore. My interests have completely changed.

I began to feel an unexplainable peace—a peace not of this world—that filled me completely, body and spirit, no matter what situation I was in. It was as if nothing outside mattered, because I had Jesus.

That peace has stayed with me, and it’s still the same today. As long as I have Jesus, it doesn’t matter what’s happening around me. Nothing can take that peace away—a peace this world can’t give. I had never felt such a deep, inner peace before—like a constant ecstasy that can’t be bought with all the gold, all the possessions, all the fame in this world, or even with all the people you could have around you. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Christ can’t be compared to anything in this world. He is the most important, and the only One who can give you peace in this life.

I’m sharing this because it’s what I lived. Nobody ever told me, “Come this way and this will happen. You’ll feel this peace, or this or that.” It just happened to me, and I don’t want to go back. I have no desire to go back.

If I look back, I see someone else. I’m not the same. I feel God as a perfect Father at all times. It wasn’t like that before—I only felt a presence, nothing more.

All of this happened after I received the baptism of the Holy Spirit and water baptism. That whole battle lasted about three months, until one day I spent several hours crying, because I felt I had to, like I desperately needed to. It lasted two or three hours. I just needed to cry and cry, and that weeping was washing me clean.

At a certain moment, I felt like something ended, like something clicked and never went back. That’s when I said, “Alright, God, show me whatever You want. Give me whatever visions You wish. Show me hell. Show me all the evil things. If I have to go through these attacks, I’ll go through them. If I have to fight to be with You, if I have to humble myself, if I have to give up the things of the world that I liked, I’ll do it. I don’t care about anything else. I choose You, and I want to be with You. I want to be with Jesus, and nothing else matters to me.”

It was like a final decision I made after all those months of battle and struggle. And that’s when all that ordeal ended—all those months of attacks and spiritual warfare. I felt like I gave my life completely to God, no matter what, and I knew, “That’s it. The spiritual trial is over, and everything God wanted to show me is done.”

From that day on, everything started to get better. Everything began to calm down. I didn’t have any more attacks. It’s still a spiritual battle, but since that moment, something has stayed firm. I had already chosen God, and I believe that in that instant my salvation was sealed, because I knew that’s when I was saved.

That was everything that happened to me in the process of my conversion, of being born again. My faith began to grow in an incredible way, day by day, getting stronger and stronger. All my attitudes and my way of living began to change. My dancing, my motivation—everything started to change.

My whole life began to revolve around Jesus, around asking God what He wants me to do. I started wanting to do only His will, nothing else. I began to deny myself.

After that day, when I felt like the whole spiritual trial was over, I started praying to receive the gift of tongues. The first time I prayed for it, I spoke a few words, but I couldn’t speak fluently. The second time I prayed, I began to pray fluently in tongues, and it was amazing. It was like a passion, a need to pray and pray—a feeling you just can’t live without.

My heart was completely transformed. Nothing of who I was before remains. I know Jesus took my heart and gave me a new one, even though this is a process that never ends. You keep learning more and more about Jesus. And I’m just beginning—just a year ago, I was baptized in water, and a little over a year ago, I received the baptism of the Holy Spirit.

I’ve changed so much. I’m always reading, learning, praying, and nurturing that personal relationship with God. I know I still have a long way to go. I’m just beginning, but this is real, and I don’t want to stop humbling myself.

Becoming more and more humble, and becoming as much like Jesus as possible, is now my only mission. He is my only example. I want to become more and more the woman He wants me to be. I want my Father to be pleased with me, and the only one I owe all respect, blessing, honor, and glory is Him.

Nothing else matters to me, and everything I do, I want to do for Him. I want to do it according to His law, and I want to keep His commandments. I long for Him. And the greatest thing is that all of this has happened naturally, unfolding on its own.

My husband has helped me so much and has been my companion and strength through it all. God blessed me, because I started listening to my husband more, and he started helping me more. My husband always helped me, but before, I didn’t listen to him much.

But since I found God, our relationship is so much better. Before, it was always my rebelliousness that caused the problems and conflicts, but since God has been at the center, everything has changed for the better.

I can truly say that I don’t want to change anything that’s happening to me. I would never want to change what’s happening to me. I need to be with God. I need those moments with God—to be alone, to pray, to talk with Him, to share with Him, and to receive from Him what I need to do.

When you truly receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit, you can’t be without Him. It’s not something in your mind; it’s from the heart, and you need to be with Him all day. You can’t stop thinking about Jesus, but it’s not like I used to think, that people were fanatics or just showing off. You do it because you truly feel it in your heart.

This is my testimony. I hope it helps. And I’ll finish with a prayer:

Father, I come to You in the name of Jesus, asking that You use the power of this testimony to inspire those who need inspiration. Let it reach the hearts it’s meant to reach, planting seeds in the fertile ground where this testimony will fall.

Father, in the name of Jesus, I ask You to use this testimony so that others who may be going through the same spiritual attacks I went through will feel supported and understand that Jesus is real, that He is the only way, the truth, and the life, and that only He can heal them and give them the peace they so desperately seek.

Father, if it is Your will, let this testimony reach every broken and hopeless heart, every heart in loneliness and desperation, every heart lost in the world that thinks it has everything, just as I once thought, because in reality, without Christ we are nothing.

Father, I thank You from the depths of my heart. Thank You for all You have done in me, for all You have taught me, for receiving me, for touching me, and for calling me. I love You with all my being.

Help those who hear or read this testimony to find You, Jesus.