The Incredible Testimony of Texas Mother-of-Five Who Dies Four Times After Childbirth and Experiences Heaven and Hell, Professes “God is Real.”




The Incredible Testimony of Texas Mother-of-Five Who Dies Four Times After Childbirth and Experiences Heaven and Hell, Professes “God is Real.”

HARLINGEN, TEXAS—When pregnant 29-year-old mother of four Jodie Oviedo rushed to the hospital for premature labor on August 30, 2018, she never anticipated the medical horrors that awaited her—nor did she anticipate meeting her creator.

In a chilling interview, Oviedo walks readers through her journey of dying four times and experiencing the other side, including meeting Christ and an angel and witnessing Heaven and Hell. Her chilling testimony offers believers hope in an increasingly secular and faithless world.

Oviedo arrived at the hospital to find that her baby’s lungs were underdeveloped, and she needed to be placed on medications to stop her contractions and halt her premature labor.

The following morning, her doctor pulled her off of the medications to determine whether she would continue premature labor on her own. 

Flooded by a peculiar, worried feeling, Oviedo phoned her husband—who was working in a different state—to ask him to head to the hospital. He arrived the next morning.

The mother promptly resumed the premature labor of her fifth child. 

“I felt like it was time to push shortly after the doctor broke my water, although when he checked, I wasn’t very dilated. When he pulled his hand out, it was covered in blood,” Oviedo recalled with a shudder.

“I was freaked out. I had just finished nursing school and gotten my license as a vocational nurse, so I knew this wasn’t normal.”

She heard someone whisper the words “amniotic fluid embolism,” which is an emergent, life-threatening childbirth condition. She repeated the phrase out loud.

Her doctor fell silent, and then he replied, “I believe this is a placental abruption. I need to get you in the operating room immediately for an emergency cesarean (c-) section.”

Moments later, Oviedo’s husband was kicked out of the room. Her baby had fallen into distress, and she needed to be completely sedated and prepped for surgery. 

The emergency c-section was highly traumatic for Oviedo, who had previously delivered four healthy babies through natural childbirth. Thankfully, the surgery was successful, and her baby was taken to the NICU for oxygen treatment to his undeveloped lungs.

“My husband needed to leave to see our other children, who were staying with my mom. I didn’t want him to leave. I was nervous and had a bad feeling about it,” Oviedo said. “I asked him to pray with me before he left.”

Then, he left, and Oviedo was alone in a room with three nurses. She began to feel short of breath and lightheaded, as if she would faint. She tried to tell the nurses, but they didn’t understand, and two of them left the room.

Panicking, Oviedo tried to look at the computer to read her vitals, but the remaining nurse was in front of it, blocking it. She told the nurse that she wasn’t hyperventilating; she couldn’t breathe.

“I saw one nurse coming in through the door, maybe running, I’m not sure. But I remember yelling, ‘I can’t breathe!’ Then, everything went black.”

Oviedo woke up levitating in a big, blue sky with scattered white clouds. She looked down to view her feet, floating. She was dressed in a beige gown, cut a bit above her knees. When she glanced up, she saw three beings that were unmistakably angels.

Each radiant angel was ten to fifteen feet tall, adorned in white gowns, gold crowns and gold gladiator sandals decorated with elegant gold leaves. Each also wore a gold tassel-like belt around their waist, resembling a rope that might tie a curtain, but less bulky.

“The middle [angel] zoomed into me, like a video, as if I were watching a camera zoom. I don’t know how to explain it,” Oviedo admitted, dumbfounded. “It’s like he was greeting me with his eyes, and in the middle of his pupil, I could see a flickering flame.”

“Then, the angels picked up these big, gold swords.”

Meanwhile, Oviedo had no knowledge that on earth, she had passed away. Back in the hospital, intensive care unit (ICU) medical practitioners frantically labored over her body, attempting to resuscitate and intubate her.

In fact, a doctor had been working on Oviedo’s body for so long that he later warned her husband that if she were to make it through her coma, she may be in a vegetative state due to no brain activity.

After the angels picked up their swords, Oviedo, confused by their action, peered around. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of “three dark angels,” each clothed in tattered, hooded black robes.

Frighteningly, inside their hoods was nothing. Two of the beings were faceless abysses of malignant evil. The angel in the middle resembled the grim reaper, with the face of a skull and piercing red eyes. Oviedo knew him as the angel of death.

The three demon-like creatures pulled out massive, black swords and began to battle the angels. The sky morphed into a battlefield filled with the shrieking of metal and the clinking of swords.

Suddenly, a loud thunder cracked across the sky, shaking the arena. All of the angels, the dark and the light, halted.

An authoritative voice resembling that of thunder boomed, “She’s my child! She always has been!” 

Instantly, Oviedo returned to her body. She had been placed in a medically induced coma in the ICU and was considered to be in extremely critical condition. The medical team was unsure if she would make it through the night.

Her husband still hadn’t arrived back at the hospital. A doctor phoned him, beckoning him to get to the hospital immediately. 

When he arrived, her husband, who had worked in a nursing home for many years, noticed many nurses lined up by her room doorway. His heart dropped; he knew what that signified.

One nurse pulled him into a little room, and he said, “I already know something happened. So just tell me.”

Minutes later, Oviedo’s husband was on the phone with her parents, urging them to rush to the hospital.

“I was seizing uncontrollably when my dad and mom came. They saw me like that. My husband and dad embraced, and they were sobbing heavily, my mom later told me,” Oviedo detailed.

“Later that night, they were giving me a blood transfusion. My vitals were going down… maybe I had a reaction, I’m not sure, I coded again during the transfusion.”

Oviedo passed away and again returned to the afterlife. She saw herself in the same hospital bed, but the room was pitch black, aside from a single bright light shining upon her bed.

On her left stood a man, undoubtedly an angel, in white scrubs. His features were of a black man, but he wasn’t black; his skin was a highly pigmented, shimmering gold. Oviedo was immersed in the peace and joy she felt radiating off of him.

He told her, “Do not be afraid. You will feel no pain. I was sent here to show you something.”

“I’m not afraid,” she responded. “Who are you?

“I’m a traveling nurse sent from Heaven to really sick people,” he replied.

Oviedo’s eyes flitted down, and she noticed his small, gold luggage, which she described as similar to what someone might carry a weapon or money inside. She asked him what it was for.

“These are my tools and medications from Heaven,” the angel explained, smiling.

He was unshakably cheerful. Perhaps most interestingly, he spoke to Oviedo telepathically, rather than verbally. When she thought something, he would reply to her inside of her mind.

However, she could see his facial expressions and hear his laugh. His smile was strikingly beautiful, wide and kind.

“I remember looking for a nametag on him, and as I looked, the name ‘GABRIEL’ embroidered on him, one letter at a time,” Oviedo recalled. “‘Gabriel! Your name is Gabriel!’ I said.”

“Yes. Take my hand, and stay in the light,” Gabriel instructed Oviedo.

She took his hand and arose from her hospital bed. A dark tunnel materialized before them, and Gabriel guided her through it.

The tunnel was infested with creepy-crawly critters like snakes, scorpions, spiders and bugs. As they ventured through the tunnel, she began to feel heat, hear horrific screams and smell putrid stenches of melting flesh, sulfur and other gases. 

As they neared the end, she saw dark spiderwebs, which merged forming a gate. She had an inherent knowledge that these were the gates of hell.

Through the gates, Oviedo saw a vile, ferocious demon whom she described as similar to the Venom character from the Marvel movie. 

She spotted six or seven deep pits in the ground, and inside, she saw molten lava with bursts of fire shooting up.

“I heard people shouting, ‘Stop,’ and ‘Help me,’ screaming for their lives. It was horrible. I don’t wish it upon anyone” Oviedo said, her voice tinged with horror.




“Why did you bring me here?” she asked Gabriel the Archangel.

“I brought you here to know that heaven and hell exist, and you are to share this revelation with others. There are many people in the world who are losing faith in God, even in the church, and you are to tell them to continue to have faith. You are also to share that God’s love is unconditional, and forgiveness is important,” he declared.

The Lord had given Oviedo a crucial assignment: to share her testimony with as many souls as she could.

Gabriel then told her that when she woke up, she would be considered a miracle, and many would know it. 

Oviedo returned to her body, still in a medically induced coma. By the end of the night, her fragile body coded and died a third time.

She was rushed into the operating room for an emergency exploratory surgery, where a surgery team opened her up and discovered blood pooling inside of her abdomen. She was hemorrhaging and in multiple organ failure.

Further, Oviedo had developed a condition called disseminated intravascular coagulation (DIC), where one’s blood is no longer clotting on its own. Once a person acquires DIC, their prospects of living are extremely low.

The surgeon put a trauma kit inside of her body, underneath her organs, and then the team threw as much blood as possible on top of her organs. They went through so many bags that they had to acquire more blood from another hospital.

In total, Oviedo received roughly 45 transfusions, and she lost five liters of blood. The human body only has five to six liters of blood, so she had lost essentially her entire body’s blood.

Simultaneously, Oviedo was on the other side, gazing at the back of a figure in a white robe and a gold sash whom she immediately recognized as Jesus.

He waved his hand. “Come, walk with me,” He said.

She walked alongside Jesus, Him on her right side, and He began to speak. “I want you to remarry your husband,” He instructed her.

At the time, Oviedo and her husband had been divorced for approximately four years, and the dynamic had perpetually bothered her. He was the father of her children, including her recently birthed fifth child; she knew that they were living in sin.

“Yes, Lord,” Oviedo fervently agreed.

Like Gabriel the Archangel, Jesus proceeded to ask that she share her testimony with as many people as possible.

“One thing about Jesus is that, when you meet him, it’s like you just feel his love surrounding you, seeping through every pore of your being. It’s so hard to describe it because it’s so amazing and beautiful,” she said tearfully. “It transforms your whole body.”

“After that, I knew that my life was never going to be the same. I was in a coma for around 9 to 12 days, and when I woke up, the doctor was on his way to place a trachea on my throat to help me breathe. I’d been on life support since the first time I coded.”

When Oviedo awoke from her coma, she was overcome by emotion and the strong sense that she was meant to contribute something great to the world. For days, she laid in her hospital bed, listening to gospel music and weeping. She felt surrounded by the presence of God.

Then, the prophecy that Gabriel delivered, that people would know about her life being a miracle, came true.

Her room began to swarm with visitors whom she didn’t even know, people from downstairs and the lobby, secretaries, chaplains, doctors and even the anesthesiologist. Students came to visit her from her nursing school, and the school put together a donation drive of diapers and wipes for her baby.

“That lasted almost a year and a half. That was a massive help,” Oviedo said gratefully.

People considered her a medical miracle; doctors had done everything medically possible for her, and she still was not expected to survive, let alone come out of her coma cognitive, aware of her surroundings and slowly recovering.

“My husband didn’t go back [out of state]. He stayed here. He was off work for six months to take care of me. My father-in-law was kind, he actually paid for our car payment. I remember a few days after I woke up from the coma, when I was able to talk, because my throat was sore from the life support machine and the intubation of my throat,” she described.

“I told my husband, ‘I don’t care if we lose our vehicles, because none of those materialistic things matter anymore.’”

Yet God provided for Oviedo and her family. Her father-in-law took over the couple’s car payments for quite some time, and other family members were equally supportive. Her mother took care of her when she wasn’t able to pick up her baby for three to four months.

In total, Oviedo was in the hospital for 23 to 25 days, and when she awoke from the coma, she was completely dependent; she couldn’t walk, she was in diapers, she couldn’t control her bowels or her urine, and she had a catheter and a feeding tube.

“It was a very humbling experience,” Oviedo described. “After my stay, I still couldn’t walk, so I was dispatched to a rehabilitation center. My family visited me once or twice a week, but I was a far distance away. I was there for a month.”

“I remember having dreams that I was walking, and I knew that God was promising that I would walk again.”

In the rehabilitation center, Oviedo attended speech and physical therapy to relearn how to talk and regain motor functioning.

However, Oviedo’s health was still not clear. She quickly suffered two more run-ins with illness. The first was pancreatitis while she was in rehab, which took her out for a couple of days.

Then, near the end of October 2018, after Oviedo had been sent back home, she began throwing up uncontrollably.

“I was in the hospital for about a week. I had an excess amount of bile, and a doctor had to do an endoscopy,” she explained. 

“Near the end of that week, I was asked if I wanted to return to the rehabilitation center. By that time, I was able to walk a little bit… I was still using a wheelchair, but my legs were strong enough to stand up. I said I wanted to go home. I missed my family.”

Oviedo went home. Two days later, she coded again. She died—a fourth and final time—in her sleep.

“My husband heard me breathing raspidly.  He turned on the light and turned to see me take one deep breath and then stop breathing. He tried to shake me, but my eyes had rolled back, they were white,” Oviedo shivered.

“He called 911, put it on speaker and started performing CPR on me. He was praying to God, ‘Please, Lord, you brought her this far. Please don’t take her from us.’”

After roughly ten cycles of CPR, Oviedo jolted up, crying from severe chest pains.

“He knew that you’re supposed to do CPR on a hard surface, but he did it on the bed. I was already super fragile, just bones, basically,” she described. “Later on, doctors said that if he would’ve done CPR on a hard surface, my ribs would’ve broken, so I guess God knew what He was doing.”

Oviedo began to slip out of consciousness, but she vaguely recalled being rolled out of her apartment by paramedics. When she came to, she was again in the hospital.

“Later, my husband told me that when I’d arrived in the emergency room, my words were jumbled, and I was babbling. I just kept saying, ‘I love you,’ and that’s all I said. I didn’t know how to say anything else,” she said.

Her husband asked a nurse if she would regain the ability to speak normally.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” the nurse replied.

Following this final bout of medical turmoil, Oviedo began to heal.

Today, nearly six years after her first death, Oviedo has undergone tremendous healing. Although she’s not completely better, she’s regained much of her past functioning, and her body has mended itself from a state of multiple organ failure.

“If you saw me today, you would say, ‘She looks perfectly healthy and normal!’ I’m pretty good right now, health wise,” she said.

Now 35 years old, Oviedo remains steadfast in her faith and committed to sharing her story as a testament to the realness of Heaven, Hell and the Lord. 

Her youngest child, once fragile and in the NICU, is a thriving five-year-old who will turn six in September.

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