How I came to the Heartdwellers

July 19, 2025

Testimony by Yaroslava

July 14, 2025

Hi everyone, this is Yaroslava. I want to share my testimony. When I was typing my testimony, the program froze, and everything was erased, but the volume was large. But this morning I woke up, and I heard the Lord tell me to share my testimony and my small steps towards faith and knowledge of God. I was too lazy to write it for a very long time, although most of the Heartdwellers have already written their testimonies, so it's my turn.

I was thinking of starting to write down the testimony from the moment I came to God, but I hear how the Lord wants me to write down the testimony from the very beginning, from the moment of my conception. I don't know why, but I listen and obey.

We still lived in Kazakhstan. When my mother was married to my father, my mother became pregnant with me, and immediately after my birth and the birth of my younger sister, they divorced because my father lived with another woman.

I've also been dealing with demons since I was conceived. When my mom was pregnant with me, demons came, and they tried to strangle her. The demons tried to find a way to destroy me in the womb. My grandmother tried to persuade my mother to have an abortion. But at the last moment, God saved me. God softened the heart of my grandmother's friend, who is a Muslim. She went with my mother to see if my mother would have an abortion or not. But they agreed that they would tell my grandmother that abortions were not performed at that time, so I was saved. But the demons tormented my mother and came to her at night. Even with sleeping pills, Mom couldn't sleep. When I was born, the midwife was drunk, and she almost killed me by breaking my neck. At that time, I was very small, 32 centimeters tall, weighing 242 grams, and my mother and I were kept in the hospital for another 2 months.

But after I was born, the demons wouldn't leave me alone. There was a time when I was little, and my mother was so tired of nighttime visits from demons that she turned to a witch. She told my mom to put a knife under my pillow and that the demons would leave. But the demon used an illusion on me at night, that it wasn't me lying next to Mom, but a demon. She almost attacked me, thinking it was a demon, but God stopped Mom in time.

There were cases when rats got into my crib. And there were many other oddities. But I've been able to see spiritual beings since I was a child. Mom says my birth fell at 00:00 hours between March 13 and 14, just at the beginning of the Purim holiday according to the Jewish calendar, which is amazing. But I thank God for everything. So I've been at war with demons since I was born.

When I was little, there was a nail sticking out of the crib, and I tried to get up. I fell on it at night, and pierced my nerves and eye muscles. My eye was squinting very much, and I could hardly see anything. My other eye was starting to go blind. I could see the world, but I could barely read because of the strain on my eyes. I was constantly plagued by pain in my head. That's why I got bad grades at school, even though I tried to study well.

I grew up as an ordinary child, and because of my gift for seeing the spiritual world and being sensitive to it, I was strange to many. There was a cemetery near the school in the village where I lived and studied. Therefore, attending a school where strange things were happening, and where I saw and felt different creatures, was a challenge for me because I didn't understand these things, and there was no one to tell. Mom understood that I had this gift. She told me just not to be afraid of these creatures, and not to tell anyone about ghosts, and l lived with this gift.

I was four years old when my grandfather came home from the hospital. He came into the yard, and I met him. He patted me on the head and went into the house. We found out that he had about two to three years left to live. I didn't know anything about God, and my whole family are unbelievers. My grandfather is the only person who loved me and my sister sincerely. I didn't know what death was, and no one told me about it. Standing in the courtyard, I saw a vision of heaven and the people who lived there.

God began,

"Those who died on earth live in heaven,"

I said,

"I also want to live in paradise."

God said,

“Soon you will live in heaven too.”

I didn't realize that this was my dialogue with God in my early childhood, so I often perceived God's voice as my own. But there were problems with vision that needed to be solved. The doctors threw up their hands and said that sooner or later, I would go blind. At that time, I was 4 years old.

My mother started living with another man when I was 6 years old, and we went to live in another village. Unfortunately, he drowned in the river after a year and a half of us living together. But this man had a mother and a father, and this man's mother went with me to visit relatives in the city. We were walking down the street, and I heard the sound of bells coming from an Orthodox church. I looked at the church (although I didn't know what kind of building it was) and something inside me seemed to urge me to come there. I began to persuade the mother of this deceased man to go there. She said we would go the next day.

And so it was. The next day we went to church. I saw icons of the Mother of God and Jesus, and other saints. I didn't know anything about them at all, and I didn't know who was depicted on the icons, but it was beautiful and peaceful there. But there was something amazing about the atmosphere. There, the priest prayed for me and for my eyesight. Over time, my eyesight began to recover, albeit slowly, it was a miracle. But then my grandfather died, and my mother, I, and my younger sister had to come live with my grandmother. After my grandfather's death, there were oddities in the house, like from a poltergeist who threw dishes, opened and closed doors. My grandmother was afraid of these things, so my younger sister, my mother and I went to live with her. When we arrived, the strangeness in the house stopped, although I could see black figures running around the house. That's how my mother, my younger sister, my grandmother, and I ,lived. Mom went to work for two or three months, and sometimes for half a year, to other villages where there was work. Since we lived in a small village where there was no work, she had to leave to feed us. I had to live a difficult life with my grandmother, as I had to endure suffering and beatings from her. She did not like me because at that time I could not see well and could hardly do any homework.

She loved my younger sister, just like her other friends loved her. I also wanted to be loved, but I had no friends except my aunt's two children with whom I could play. If I tried to play with others, everyone left me, or accepted me just because my little sister was there, and my little sister resented that I was with her, interfering with her and her friends, because my mother forced me on her. But I was often left alone, and they left. That's why I got used to being alone, and as my eyesight slowly returned, I read books. And since we lived in the house without a father, my sister and I had to do men's work and women's work in the house since childhood. Since grandma often drank alcohol and invited guests to drink with her, and fed them, we had only leftovers from the table. My sister and I had to cook since childhood to feed ourselves, and all household chores fell on our shoulders, not counting studying, or time to play. Mom came, and from time to time, we could be a little free from routine household chores. That's why we didn't have a childhood. It was like we were adults, because of the things we did, and we were used to relying on ourselves.

Mother and grandma were non-believers in God, but they believed in the powers of occult practices, which is not surprising, because they were confronted with the supernatural. There were many people who practiced the occult. We had grandmothers from the Orthodox faith or the Muslim faith, but they were engaged in occult practices. They decided to take me to such people because of the gift of seeing the spiritual world, as demonic visits intensified so much that I was afraid to sleep even with the light on. This continued for half a year, or occasionally. Mom thought maybe there was a way to close this gift of mine. They began to take me to people who practiced occult practice. I remember they brought me to a grandmother. She could read my mother like an open book, and my mother was also subjected to her occult manipulations. But she couldn't read me. She couldn't even come up to me or touch me. That grandmother just looked at me with a strange look. She said she couldn't do anything, and we left. Other such people that we visited or met on the way, immediately looked at me with a strange look. They also could not come close to me; they kept their distance from me.

Time passed; my grandmother was constantly leaving the house, and my sister and I were constantly alone at home. We knew that if we didn't do our chores on time, Grandma would beat us up, especially me. Apparently, God, by His grace, knowing our problem, gave me the gift to foresee future events. This gift did not always manifest itself, but what I saw always came true (I still have this gift, but it very rarely manifested itself in reality, and not in dreams). I could especially foresee the time when Grandma would come. My younger sister noticed this gift and would ask me often, “What time is grandmother coming?” I would tell her, and it would happen. So, we managed to do all our homework on time. Although I didn't know until that moment that God was protecting me with this gift of foreseeing the future.

So time passed again, and Grandma was sorting through books, and I saw a children's Bible among the books. I asked my grandmother for permission to take it, because if we touched something without permission in the house, we could be beaten, so we were afraid to touch something without permission. My eyesight was still recovering, but I could already see the pictures well. Since there was small text in the Bible, I couldn't read it yet because I could still overexert my eyes, and my head would hurt a lot. But I looked at the pictures, and there was a description of the event, and on every page, there were pictures of these events in the Bible. It was amazing. I liked these stories. After reviewing all the pictures, I gave the Bible to my grandmother, and she put it away.

A few years passed, and my eyesight recovered. I asked my grandmother for permission to take the Bible. I was about 13 years old at the time, and taking it, I randomly opened to The Revelation to John. I hadn't read the Bible at the time, so I didn't know the layout of the pages. And when I opened to John's revelation, there was a passage where the Lord would take His church away during the rapture, and it described its appearance and how it would happen. Suddenly, I felt like I was being carried away into another dimension in a vision. I saw myself as an adult bride of Jesus Christ in a snow-white dress with jewels and a crown on my head. Jesus was holding my hands. Behind us was a golden city surrounded by angels, and there was a sound of praise. When I came to, I went into shock, thinking, "What was that? No, it's impossible that I'm the bride of Jesus! I'm not like the saints." I shook my head, thinking, "No, I just imagined it." I soon forgot about it. But inside, I had a burning desire to find out who the bride of Christ was. At that time, phones were still being released, and there was little information on the Internet on that topic. I read that the brides of Christ are virgin, righteous nuns. Then I realized that I was not one of the brides of Christ, because I realized that I was sinful and unworthy. Over time, I forgot all about it.

Time passed, and I was 15 years old. We moved to an urban village. I said to myself, "That's it, I have to change, I have to make friends in a new place." Well, as a teenager, I wanted to make friends and not be alone. And so it was, but not for long. I didn't know how or what to talk to them about, and they left me on my own, and they talked to my younger sister. It was interesting to talk to her, but not to me.

Then I went to college, and my mom married another man. The family had difficult relationships between me and my mother, between my mother and grandmother, and it was financially difficult. We were constantly fighting, and our relationships were deteriorating. My biological father also remembered me 16 years later, and hurt me many times when I thought we might be able to establish a relationship. But alas, he hurt me more and more, many times. It took me a long time to forgive him. I never saw him again. As a result, mom and grandma lived separately. There was division and hatred in the family. But I tried to help them as much as I could, because we also had a middle brother, and mom got pregnant with another brother, the youngest. As an older sister, I had to help them financially. Since I loved my family, I didn't hate them, but helped and gave everything I had, no matter how difficult it was for me. But I was trying to establish family relations, and I was also trying to help my grandmother. I used to be a sophomore in college, but I was immediately sent to leave college and to work. That's where the Lord began to call me.

When I went to work, I lived with my aunt, as her house was next to my work. I came to work, and I had free time to sit on my phone. I went to YouTube and saw videos about heaven and hell, and about God. I hadn't watched these videos, but they had been popping up more and more. I watched a couple of videos, and I was scared when I read about hell. But I quickly forgot about it. I came home from work and went to bed as soon as I closed my eyes. Caught between sleep and reality, I saw this vision. I saw legions of angels descending, and the heavens descending. Jesus stood in the middle with his arms outstretched to hug me. I stood, and light was coming from Jesus. His light reached me, and I was afraid of Him, but I woke up abruptly. I started breathing fast, and sweat was running off my face, as I thought, “It was just a normal dream”. Although it didn't even take a minute for me to fall asleep and wake up, my sister said to me, "What's wrong with you?" I said, "I saw Jesus." I had never dreamed about Jesus. But it was from the day when Jesus came to me in a dream that I began to have prophetic dreams and often saw Jesus, the Mother of God, and the saints in my dreams.

I ignored Jesus and this vision, but Jesus didn't give up. I began to see His signs everywhere, and the Lord didn't leave a day without making Himself felt. I finished my internship and went back to college. I kept getting signs from the Lord, but I ignored them. I stood my ground, anyway, thinking I didn't want to get involved with it. I came home from college and had the following dream.

When I went to bed. I was walking down a dark street. It was dark. I met with friends, loved ones, relatives, and strangers. When I walked in the dark, everyone looked at me in surprise. I didn't understand what was going on. Everyone was talking about the man God had chosen. But I wasn't interested. Two men came up and said that when a star appeared in the East at night, whoever saw it first would be chosen by God (this star symbolized Jesus). I was sitting with people, but then they left me. I looked at the mountain, and I heard as if someone was calling me to climb the mountain. Unable to withstand this urge to climb, I climbed the mountain. I climbed to the top of the mountain and looked up at the sky to the East and saw a bright star. I saw a bright white light from the sky, and this light surrounded me so that I didn't even see the darkness that surrounded me in the beginning. In this bright light, I saw a bright white dove, as if it were surrounded by golden fire, besides the light. The dove entered me in the area of my heart. I didn't understand what was going on. I saw two men again (they were angels, as I later realized) when I came down from the mountain, and they said that I was chosen by God. I looked at them in surprise at their words and went back to the people. I was walking, and all the people were looking at me, pointing at me, taking pictures. People followed me, tried to touch me. I was running away from them, but they were still gathering next to me, and there were more and more people, but I went to the school building, which was destroyed. I went up to the third floor and looked at the crowd of people from the third floor as they gathered near the school. They photographed me, asked questions that I did not know the answer to (note: I did not know the answers, because I did not yet know anything about God, as well as about the gifts of the Holy Spirit). People asked for healing, liberation; they asked for God's revelation, and prayer for them. I looked at them and didn't understand what they were talking about. They say that I was chosen by God. I was surprised that a light purple halo appeared around my head and up to my shoulders. The color of the halo was similar to the color when the sun is just beginning to rise, and the sky lights up with a purple hue; this was the color of the halo around my head. I was scared, but not much. What surprised me the most was that this light was only visible in the dark. When I went out in the dark, I attracted too much attention from people with this halo. They gathered around me again. And I woke up.

I was shocked by the dream, I felt feverish after this dream, I realized that it was the action of the Holy Spirit that entered into me. Then I started thinking, and saying to myself, "What's going on! Why do I see these dreams, and also the Holy Spirit who entered into me, what do They want from me?" Such thoughts were spinning in my head. I didn't know the answer.

But the signs from God followed me again. I didn't know the believers, but we had one Orthodox church, and I went there hoping to find answers. I have never participated in any denomination of churches, I did not belong to any religious church: neither to Pentecostals, Baptists, Catholics. I did not even know that there were any denominations of churches at all. I went to church with my grandmother and decided to buy a Bible, hoping to find answers to my questions there, and learn more about God, and who God is in general. There was one caretaker of the temple. She was a very nice woman, even though she was already elderly. I'm buying a Bible. A girl came into the church. Apparently, it was the work of the Holy Spirit. I didn't see her right away. I noticed her when she asked, "Are you a believer?" I looked at her and said, "Yes." She smiled and left. I was surprised, and I went home with the Bible without opening it. I went to college the next day, classes ended, and I got ready to go home. I started hearing a voice in my head, and I knew it was the Holy Spirit. I didn't know how I knew that it was the Holy Spirit who was speaking. He said, "You have to turn around and get the long road." I thought, "Why, I'm going to take the short way home. If I take the long way, it will take a long time." But the Holy Spirit, without thinking twice, took control of my body and led me the long way. I tried to take control of my body, but nothing came out. The Holy Spirit led me to a store and did not let go of my body. I stood as if rooted to the ground, and I could not take a step. We stood like that outside the store. I was tired of standing there and thinking, "Why am I standing here? I need to go home." As soon as I took a step, I heard a girl calling me, the same girl who asked me if I was a believer when I bought the Bible. I was very surprised to see her. We had a very good conversation. I opened up to her and told her about my dreams, about the signs of God, and she told me a little bit about God, about saints, and much more. We talked with her until the evening. She went to her other village, but we talked to her all the time. That's how I learned about God, through her. But I didn't get any answers about what my dreams meant.

A little time passed, and I had the following dream. I found myself in a small room. This room was narrow, but there were a lot of black and white books. I didn't understand where I was. I saw an elderly woman in the corner. She showed me the room, but she didn't talk to me. There was one window in this room. The room was so narrow and not comfortable. When I turned around, I saw that this elderly woman was not in the room. I was surprised, I didn't know what to do here at all, and why I was sitting in this room. I looked at the door and saw that it was so weak that you could just push it with your hand, and it would crumble without using force. This door was a little rotten. I went to the table, and there was a black book. I put my hand on the book, and I began to pray. The book lit up with a bright light and turned white like snow. I was surprised that when I flipped through this book, the pages of the book were empty. I was surprised that they were all empty, black and white books. Later, I saw such a thing that the world was in the most terrible sins. The black books were associated with sinful people, and the white books were those who prayed and served God. Later, I put my hands on the black books and began to pray. The books lit up and turned white, and people's lives changed, as if they had woken up from a sinful world and began to live serving God. I was surprised by this. Later, I was attracted by a larger book that was lying on the table. It was all white. I picked it up and began to look, but the pages from this book flew away, flying out the window. I prayed to God, and God did such a miracle, all the pigeons flew together, and they began to collect these pages, which flew all over the yard on the street, and the pigeons flew to me with these lost pages. I put them back in the book and put the book away so they wouldn't fly away again. Later, people came to me and began to ask for prayers for them. Miraculously, their lives changed. A man and a woman came to see me. I had a feeling that one of them was a demon in human form. (This is the first dream where demons began to appear.), So I began to pray. The woman enjoyed the prayer, and the man began to behave terribly. Suddenly, his eyes turned black, and he began to growl. I started praying so hard that the demon started to fall, but he still tried to throw himself. I became weak in prayer, and I heard a clear voice in the room, like a thunderous "Where is your faith?", and I realized that it was God. Suddenly, I was filled with such power in prayer that the demon fell to his knees. God opened that feeble door, and the demon ran out of the room on all fours.

God closed that door. Although that door was so frail that it could be opened simply, without using force, the demons were standing behind it, trying to break into the room to destroy me. But spiritually, this door was so strong that not one evil demon could pass through or break down this door, and I woke up. (It was a prophetic dream that I would become a priest, and now I am a priest.) I was shocked. I found out that only priests can forgive sins. What did that have to do with me? I'm not a priest. How does this dream relate to me?

These dreams baffled me; I didn't understand their meaning at that time, that they were related to my vocation, now. I tried to forget these dreams, but they were not forgotten. I could no longer deny all this. I already understood that God exists and is telling me something, but I did not know what to do about it. I started attending an Orthodox church, and I started talking to a minister in the church. I told her dreams, and she listened to me in amazement. She said that it was definitely from God. Even other listeners appeared in this church. Of course, I was embarrassed to say this in front of other people, thinking they might think I was crazy. But they didn't think so. On the contrary, they were surprised. But I still had not received an answer. I just started going to this church. I didn't become a fanatic of religion, I just attended church, thinking, suddenly, I would find the answers. But they hadn’t been there yet.

A little time has passed again, and I had the following dream of the feast of the Dormition of the Blessed Virgin Mary. I was walking along the road with three girls, and I saw how the sun was held by two big hands from the clouds. Then I went to the school bus stop, and I saw the Virgin Mary. She was walking, accompanied by angels. I said to the girls, "Look, look, Mother of God!" But no one, but me, saw her. She came up to me with a smile on her face. I remember that I bent down in front of her. She stretched out her hand like a blessing, and then I woke up abruptly. I was shocked, I got out of bed and went to my grandmother. I told her this dream, she just said that today was the feast of the Mother of God, and that's it. I was surprised. But I couldn't get it out of my head.

I got tired of puzzling over these dreams and decided to ask God directly. I went outside, went to my favorite tree, where I liked to be alone, and said, looking up at the sky, "God, what do You want from me? Why do I have these dreams? I can't hear You, so somehow, tell me this so that I can understand You?" (Guys, I said it very rudely). I stood there, trying to hear God, but there was silence. I was outraged because the Holy Spirit had acted and spoken to me unexpectedly. And now what is the problem? Why are they silent? I started crying, wiped my tears, and went into the house.

I went into the kitchen, and the Holy Spirit took over my body again. I no longer resisted, as it would have been useless. The Holy Spirit took the phone. He started going from link to link, downloading Instagram. I found Mother Mary Elisha. Just imagine, Mother Mary Elisha is in another country. I didn't know either her page or her name, I didn't know the people around her. I didn't even know which social networks she was on. But the Holy Spirit found her. Still under the influence of the Holy Spirit, I wrote to her, "My name is Yaroslava, I am from Kazakhstan, the Holy Spirit sent me to you, I need your help!" I described to her everything that I had learned from God. I thought it was crazy; they might think I was crazy. I thought about deleting the message, but the Holy Spirit wouldn't let me. I got the answer, and I wasn't rejected or considered crazy. From Mother Mary Elisha, I finally learned who the bride of Christ was. The Holy Spirit reminded me of a childhood vision where I saw myself as the bride of Christ, and many things were revealed to me. That's how I became a member of the Heartdwellers group. A little later, I found a Russian translator for the Heartdwellers channel from Mother Clare’s channel, and I worked with her. So, I also became a translator, but only for Mother Mary Elisha’s messages. In 2022, I moved to live in Russia, and now I continue my ministry here. In 2023, I became a priest under the guidance of Mother Mary Elisha. The Lord fulfilled all the promises made in the dreams that were prophetic, in which He indicated to me from my very first awakening, and are indicated in this message. Mother Mary Elisha taught me a lot for about four to five years. Then her ministry expanded, and God entrusted me to another bishop, Father Aderson. I am very grateful to them for their work. Although the testimony turned out to be big, I only indicated a small part of my testimony in it. The most important thing is how I got to know God, how God awakened me, and how I became a Heartdweller.

And that was the end of Yaroslava’s message.

Thank you, guys, so much for tuning in to her powerful testimony. I’m sure you will hear more testimonies of those on the channel, coming.

God bless you until the next message.

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