I am an Israeli Jew, born in Jerusalem. After completing my service in the Israel Defense Forces (IDF), I left the country and began a journey that took me to Europe, the United States, and Costa Rica. Throughout my time abroad, I established myself as a successful businesswoman.

As part of my business ventures, I frequently traveled to Asia, where, like many others, I became immersed in meditation and yoga, completely unaware of the path I was stepping onto. Eventually, I left behind the ‘material life’ and dove deep into meditation, spending two years living in a Tibetan monastery.

After years of practicing Buddhism, I decided to take part in a 90-day silent meditation retreat, fully intending to become a Buddhist nun by the end of it. At that point, I had even shaved my head in preparation for this commitment.

About 30 to 40 days into the meditation retreat, I suddenly began hearing a voice speaking to me, claiming to be God. There was no one else in the room. A deep fear overcame me—I thought I was losing my mind, as I had heard of people who meditated too much and went insane.

The voice continued speaking, and I was utterly terrified. I curled up in the corner of the room, weeping, and begged the voice to go away.

After about three days, I realized that if I didn’t take action, I would end up in a madhouse. I said to myself that it didn’t matter whether I was crazy or not—this was really happening, and I needed to get up and face it.

So, I decided to respond to the voice. He told me He was God and called Himself Yeshua (Jesus).

My mind was racing: ‘This cannot be. I am not Abraham—why would God speak to me?’ It was impossible for me to accept. I was convinced I was losing my mind, believing my thoughts had somehow turned into voices and I was merely talking to myself.

I referred to Him simply as ‘the voice,’ because I couldn’t yet believe who He was. I did not respond with respect, but instead with doubt and resistance. Then, one day, I challenged Him to prove to me that He was truly God.

From that moment on, countless supernatural events began to unfold (though I will not go into details, as many would find them difficult to accept).

Yet, despite witnessing so much in the supernatural, I still could not comprehend that this was real—that God was truly speaking to me. ‘I am not Moses. I am not Abraham,’ I thought. I did not understand what was happening, and I responded to Him with disbelief, questioning and arguing every step of the way.

The voice spoke to me about yoga and meditation. Despite everything that was happening, I continued meditating—more diligently than ever—driven by fear and self-effort, desperately trying to ‘be good.’

Then He asked me, ‘Do you want to see where your yoga teacher—your guru—is leading people? Do you want to see where you will end up if you continue down this path?’

I replied, doubtfully and stubbornly, without fully understanding what I was saying, ‘Yes.’ In an instant, I found myself in hell.

There are no words to truly capture the horror of that experience. No physical torture on earth could compare to the torment that gripped my mind—overwhelming terror, despair, and hopelessness. In complete desperation, I cried out, “GOD!” And immediately, He pulled me out.

A profound fear overtook me, and for the first time, I realized this was not my imagination; this was real. That day, I walked away from Buddhism, yoga, and meditation forever.

At that time, I knew nothing about the Messiah, the Cross, or salvation. But I came to realize that my practices had opened doors to demonic spirits. It was only then that I understood that ‘the voice’ speaking to me was sometimes God—but most of the time, it was a deceiving spirit pretending to be Jesus.

I was in a state of extreme fear and confusion, trapped in what felt like a nightmare from which I couldn’t escape. These chilling experiences lasted about two years, during which I encountered many supernatural phenomena. Some were from God, but most came from the darkness—from the devil. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me, and I had no idea where to turn for help. ‘No one would believe me,’ I thought.

The torment became unbearable, pushing me to the brink of despair. I attempted to end my life three times, desperate to escape the nightmare—but each time, God intervened. Blessed be His Holy Name.

After two years of this suffering, one day in Bangkok, I walked past a church and felt an unexplainable pull to enter. I sat inside, weeping, begging God for help. My eyes were drawn to a picture of Jesus on the Cross, hanging on the wall. His face was filled with agony—it was almost too painful to look at, yet something compelled me to keep staring. And then, in an instant, it happened.

A revelation struck my heart like lightning—I suddenly knew. I understood the Cross. I saw, with absolute clarity, His atoning death. The truth overwhelmed me: Jesus is the ONLY way to the Father! There is no other way!”

Then, an overwhelming fear gripped me: ‘What will happen now? What will happen to my family? They don’t know Him. What about my friends from yoga and the monastery? What about my people? None of them know this truth. Will they all be lost forever?’

I returned to my room, weeping bitterly, crying out in anguish. And then—suddenly—something happened to me that changed everything…

I sat on my bed, weeping for about twenty minutes when, suddenly, I felt a presence—comforting, tender, as if invisible arms were holding me. Though I saw no one, I became aware that I was rising—higher and higher. Then, as I reached the ceiling, I looked down and saw myself still sitting on the bed.

In an instant, I was taken at an unimaginable speed, and before I could even grasp what was happening—I found myself in heaven.

There are no words to truly capture what I saw. I was in a place beyond human understanding—perfect, pure, untouched by anything of this world. I found myself sitting in what felt like water, yet it wasn’t just water—it was alive. It was love itself.

As it surrounded me, I felt it wash through me, cleansing everything—every fear, every confusion, every wound of rejection. All the pain, all the entanglement of my past simply dissolved. I was free.

And in that moment, I knew: this was home. This was what I had been created for, what my soul had longed for all my life.

I was in the very heart of God. How could one describe such a thing? His love overwhelmed me, deeper and more real than anything I had ever known. Tears of pure relief streamed down my face as a single truth flooded my being:

“It’s real. He is real. He truly loves us.””

At the time when it all began, I used to ask God the same question over and over again: ‘How can You blame a blind man for not seeing, when You are the one who made him blind?’

Sitting in that incredible place, I suddenly heard His voice—gentle, loving, yet filled with such power.

“My daughter, your heart is a fragment of My heart. If your heart aches so deeply for your people, if you are willing to do so much for them, how much more will I, who love them beyond measure, do for them? ”

When God speaks, He speaks in revelation—words that are beyond comprehension and settle deep within your soul. In that moment, His answer filled me completely, satisfying every part of me, like water soaking into dry earth. All my questions, doubts, and longings were answered and fulfilled.

From that day on, everything was different! The rebellion, the stubbornness, the fear, the bitterness, the confusion—everything dissolved and disappeared. From that moment, He became everything to me. He is the air that fills me, and my love for Him knows no bounds.

Since that day, I have trusted Him with all my heart, regardless of what I understand or see. I trust Him with my life, with everything I have. He saved me from darkness, from hell itself.

This love cannot harm; in the light, there is no darkness.

Since then, my life has been transformed, and I live to serve Him and my brothers and sisters. I’ve witnessed countless miracles—blind eyes opening, the paralyzed walking, cancer patients healed. He has even teleported me, moving me from one city to another in an instant. He is the God of wonders, full of miracles and infinite power.

And I love Him!

Today, I serve in Israel and in various countries, learning, growing, teaching, and sharing with everyone how amazing God is, how incredible Yeshua, our Messiah, is, and how stunning His love for us truly is. The more I love Him, the more my love for my people Israel grows, for my heart is only a small part of His heart.

I share His love and truth on TV in Israel and across the nations, proclaiming Israel’s role in God’s plan and calling the nations to stand with us—standing with Israel, standing with the Jewish people. We are of the tribe of Judah, and a Jew is literally one from the tribe of Judah, the very lineage from which our Messiah chose to come to earth.

He uses me, and He will use and teach anyone who trusts Him and makes themselves available to Him. He blesses and helps me, providing revelations and understanding of His plan for His people Israel and for the world.

How wonderful He is—safe and secure are we in His hands!

Today, I cling tightly to the Scriptures, to God, to Yeshua, and to the Holy Spirit. I am aware of the danger that awaits anyone who strays from the path, but whoever believes in and trusts Him and moves towards Him will see His mighty hand at work.

1 Corinthians 4:20: ‘For the kingdom of God is not in word, but in power.’

With love and blessings,

Dalia Dery