Translation from Spanish
My name is Noelia. I’m Argentinian, 39 years old, married, and a mother of three. I want to share my testimony about how I met Jesus and about everything I went through until I was fully converted.
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 fight against my pride and grow in humility, because, as the Bible says:
[Luke 14:11] Whosoever exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.
I feel that sharing my testimony is what I need to do, because ever since I came to know Jesus, I want Him to be the reason for everything I do and the One I do it for.
It’s the least I can do after what He did for me: to confess Him publicly before everyone. He is at the center of my life, and the only thing that matters to me is pleasing Him. I’m not ashamed to declare Him 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 and share my personal experience, which was very powerful 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 that God was everywhere but had no distinct 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 deep respect for Him. I felt something, but I didn’t really know who He was. I didn’t know that Jesus is alive, or how real He is. I didn’t know the extent of His authority and power as the Son of God.
I also thought people who prayed on their knees or prostrated themselves, who wept for Him, who listened to Christian music, or who were so immersed in those things were over the top. I thought they were fanatics. I had no interest in being like that; back then, I didn’t understand it.
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 I didn’t understand a thing. I didn’t have faith and, honestly, I wasn’t interested. I read a little, but to me they were strange words, like opening a book written in code. 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 stupid books I’d read about how you are your own god, how you create your reality, and how you can control it. I read about quantum physics and everything related to the New Age. I was always keeping up, reading everything to gain power—not to influence others, but to apply it to my own life and be more successful.
I was proud. It was extremely hard for me to apologize. 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 a need for recognition.
I never liked being a woman. I felt that women were inferior, 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 wore tight clothes, wore makeup all the time, and always wore high heels. I was always changing my hair color. The more attractive I looked, the better—or so I thought—and I was constantly acting seductively. 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 motive wasn’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 was doing it for my good. I refused 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 wanted to kill myself a couple of times. I suffered from depression more than once, and it was pretty severe. 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 deeply hates.
I’ve already asked for forgiveness and repented of 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. Starting at thirteen, I began buying and reading books and magazines about the New Age and everything related to the spiritual and astral realm. I wanted to understand how everything invisible and immaterial worked. Even though I hadn’t yet found the Truth, who 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, palmistry, numerology, and hypnosis. I read horoscopes, cast astrological charts—everything!
I wanted to know, control, and understand it all. I wasn’t doing it to manipulate or hurt anyone, but for myself. Even so, I was completely off track.
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 willful. 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 didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t realize I was getting involved in the wrong things. I read all those books about occult techniques, until one day I read 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, nothing more came of it at the time, but I remained deeply 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 definite breeze, impossible to control, that made me inhale deeply. It was like an “Aaah!”—something that entered my body and washed over it 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 very long, 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 physical place, but when that wind entered me—something I couldn’t identify, 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 it feels like to be in Heaven.” There’s no way to explain it; only someone who experiences 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 with shampoo several times over several 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 church or not? Do I need to be alone?” I even thought about going off to a mountain or going on 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 there were things that didn’t sit right with me, things that felt wrong 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 certain people, and I didn’t know what to do with it.
When this started happening, one of the things I noticed was that some people were sick because they needed to forgive. While looking online for information 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 connected to Him. But I didn’t know how to answer that call.
Things started to change. As my hunger for God grew, easy work opportunities and temptations I’d never faced before began to appear in my life. It was like everything in the material world 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, a hunger to know Him, to know Jesus. But at the same time, it felt like the world was calling me, saying, “Look, you can do this kind of work, or that kind of work. 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 ultimate mission. 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 wanted 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 wilderness and the devil offered Him the whole world if He would 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 an arrow or a spear were being driven into my back, 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 foods, 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 an online video of a deliverance from demons. He had his headphones on, and I went over to him. I began listening to what was coming through the headphones, and then I felt drawn in.
The minister conducting 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 toward where Jesus was in the spiritual realm, and the demon would manifest.
So I said to my husband, “Wait, 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 that video affected me so deeply that, from that moment on, my life was never the same.
From that day on, I started watching more videos by this minister, who lives in the United States. In them, he explained what Christianity is, who Jesus is, what God is like, how the spiritual realm 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 working at it more and more. It was as if my eyes had been opened in an incredible way. I saw everything differently.
There came a point when I felt I could no longer 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 He was doing in my life, and I literally felt God saying 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 came naturally. 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 I didn’t want to turn back and that 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 being baptized was ridiculous and pointless. 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 need 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 out saliva; some kind of watery fluid was coming out of my nose, and I was sneezing, coughing, and 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 scenery 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 on like that for almost three days, even though food had been essential to me before. 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. Jesus simply 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 cleaned my entire house. 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 seeing that image, I didn’t recognize myself anymore. So I went back to my natural hair color and began to reconnect with myself. I started giving up makeup and all the excesses.
I threw out a lot of clothes from my closet because when I looked at them, I just didn’t identify with them anymore. I stopped wearing gold jewelry, necklaces—anything that used to represent power and status, or that I thought made me prettier. After that, I simply didn’t like it anymore. 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 about 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 would remember something I had done and only then realize that it had been against God. Before, I didn’t know, but now I did, and the repentance was overwhelming. It was deep remorse. I would ask God for forgiveness, but I didn’t even know how. I felt like it wasn’t enough, as if nothing could be enough. I just cried and cried, and I felt like I needed to weep and pray at the same time.
I began to pray, even though I had thought it was stupid before. 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 going to any church.
When I began to get to know God, I realized everything I’d done wrong before, and I would ask Him, “Why did You touch 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 felt 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 already knew—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, smells became much stronger to me, much more intense. I started rejecting perfume. I couldn’t use lotions. During those months, I couldn’t stand anything with a strong scent.
My skin changed. It was as if it had been cleansed. It looked clearer and brighter, and my eyes had more light in them. 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 abdomen. All day long I felt little tingles, like some kind of 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 of 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.
It was incredible, starting with the baptism of the Holy Spirit. But after water baptism, the change was overwhelming. Every day was like that, for months.
After 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; 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 the 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 out to my husband, who was sleeping beside me, for help, but I couldn’t scream, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move my body—until I spoke the name of Jesus several times in the spiritual realm. 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 physical spiders. 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 was there physically. 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 would too. I felt electricity running through my whole body, like electric shocks.
I had the strangest dreams, and I was conscious within them. People would offer me food, and I would refuse, because I knew they weren’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 command 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 various parts of my body, but no one was there physically.
Electrical devices 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 wanted to do something related to God, something that represented an important change for me. When I said, “Okay, I’m going to go somewhere and pray,” or “I’m going to go somewhere and talk to this person,” or “I’ll do something related to God,” something would end up happening.
The first thing to fail was always anything electrical. For example, the first time I tried to listen to Christian music, my MacBook’s battery 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 feel 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 is so good for you that you need to be with Him all the time, because His presence is incomparable and awe-inspiring.
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 realm 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 along with fire from heaven, 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 both are extremely real. In these visions, you’re fully aware, and it is a world 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 worst part was the battle you go through until you overcome this spiritual trial God allows you to face—until you are truly standing firm in Him and are saved. God lets you see many things and go through both good and bad situations, 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 realm. I want You, Lord.”
Until that point, this spiritual battle is normal for anyone going through a real conversion.
The worst experience I ever had was an episode of sleep paralysis. I was asleep and felt several hands trying to pull me out of my body. I could feel them tugging at my abdomen, 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 pull 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 whole place had its own terrain: some areas looked like caves, others like hills, and in the middle, down below, everything was a lake of yellow and red fire, with all those colors 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 do not find Jesus and do not follow Him. 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 what they were trying to do.
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 around in 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 kind of evil in them is overwhelming. It’s not of this world.
After that, I couldn’t sleep for hours, and 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 not a joke, and that we have to make a decision. I understood that this decision is up to us, and that as long as I am alive, only I can make mine.
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. Through all this change, I began to feel what His love for me was like, and how intense it was. But it was different from 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 didn’t want to sin, and I couldn’t. I simply felt a natural rejection of everything evil.
It wasn’t that I would say, “This is wrong, that is wrong.” No. I simply felt repelled by everything that was against God. I would say, “I can’t do what I used to do.” Just thinking about doing something that was against God made my stomach turn and made me feel awful. 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 inexplicable peace, a peace not of this world, an enveloping peace in both 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 you can’t obtain through anything in this world. 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 around you. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Nothing in this world compares with Christ. He is what matters most, and He is the only One who can give you peace in this life.
I’m sharing this because it’s what I experienced. 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 experience God as a perfect Father all the time. 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 was baptized in water. That whole battle lasted about three months, until one day I spent several hours crying, because I felt I had to do it and desperately needed to cry. It lasted two or three hours. I just needed to cry and cry, and that weeping was washing me clean.
At one point, I felt like something ended, as if something clicked and stayed that way. That’s when I said, “Alright, God, show me whatever You want. Give me whatever visions You want. 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 that whole process. 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 had this sense: “That’s it. The spiritual trial and everything God wanted to show me are over.”
From that day on, everything started to get better. Everything began to calm down. I didn’t have any more attacks. It is an ongoing 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 felt that was the moment 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 began to want to do only His will, and 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 powerful. It was like a passion, a need to pray and pray—a sense that you cannot be without it.
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.
I’ve changed so much. I’m always reading, learning, praying, and maintaining 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 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 He is the only One to whom I owe all respect, blessing, honor, and glory.
Nothing else matters to me, and I want everything I do to be for Him. I want to do it according to His Law, and I want to keep His commandments. I hunger 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.
Since I found God, our relationship has improved so much. 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 wouldn’t want to change any of what is happening to me. I need to be with God. I need those moments with God: to be alone, to pray, to talk with Him and spend time with Him, and to receive guidance from Him about what I need to do.
When you truly receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit, you can’t be without Him. It’s not in your head; it’s in your heart, and you need to be with Him all day. You can’t stop thinking about Jesus, but not in the way I used to imagine, as if people did it because they were fanatics or wanted to show off. You do it because you truly feel it in your heart.
This is my testimony, and I hope it helps. I’ll end 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 to be inspired. Let it reach the hearts it needs to reach, and let it sow seeds in fertile ground.
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 that they are not alone 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 lonely and desperate heart, every heart that is lost in the world and 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.