Wendy’s testimony
I had been in one Riaan’s meetings where he’d been speaking about the dangers of Spiritism, fortune tellers, Spirit guides and the use of mediums. I started to feel very uneasy and decided to go up for prayer, to renounce any involvement I’d had in these things and to have any curse broken over my life because of my willing involvement. As I stood there I became fearful and agitated. My heart was racing and my palms were damp. As I waited I began having thoughts of sneaking out unnoticed and rationalizing with myself that I’d lived with this spirit for so long that one more week without prayer wouldn’t do me any harm. It came down to me simply being too scared to have anyone pray for me.

Why the fear? The Lord had reminded me in that meeting that nine years earlier I’d been involved in all of the things he’d mentioned. As a young girl I’d walked into a local shop to admire the beautiful paintings which were on display. Each painting was painted with a very realistic face. One in particular caught my eye. When I questioned the shop owner about this picture she told me that it was her spirit guide or guardian angel. I was so intrigued by this idea that before  I knew what I’d done I’d made an appointment to have my own spirit guide painted.

When I went to the medium or artist who was to paint my guide, she did a Tarot card reading. Coming from a very traditional church background I didn’t know too much about these things, but in my heart I knew it was wrong. The artist however spoke about God, His blessings, and how He uses His angels in our lives. This set my mind at ease as I believed her to be a Christian believer and so I didn’t question what she said.

Two weeks later I went to collect my painting and again a Tarot reading was done. The purpose of this reading was apparently to receive a special message from my “angel.” 

The message was that, my angel who went by the name of Frank was my eternal, internal lover. From life lifetime to lifetime we would always find each other and be together forever. There would never be anyone for me but him, he’d always be in my heart. How exciting for a teenage girl who’d never been in love. She went on to describe that in every previous life where I’d been linked to Frank that I’d been involved in the entertainment world dancing, acting and living for the stage. As I was very involved in dance and drama at the time, I took her words as being truth. 

As I was leaving the artists house she encouraged me to talk to the painting, to ask for its guidance and meditate on its image, to make my connection. I did this faithfully. I became enchanted by the image of Frank and the idea of eternal love. When I actually started receiving answers and his image appeared to move and become alive to me, that should have been my first indication that something was severely wrong.

About six weeks later, I became born again. I’d given my life to Jesus and felt so happy and at peace. When I returned home that evening Frank’s image had changed. He was ugly and had taken on a green tinge. This bothered me but I went to bed and decided to deal with the picture in the morning, after all it had cost a great deal of money to have it painted and I was still in doubt as to whether it was really necessary to throw it away. Did I want to take it off the wall?

That night I was woken a loud crashing sound. At first I thought that someone had smashed the window, but I found no glass. The only thing on the ground was the un-framed picture of Frank, which had been suck to the wall with Prestick. A dream catcher which had been given to me as a gift was also spinning wildly, yet there was no wind! 

I decided to burn the painting and the dream catcher immediately. That was to be the end of troubles and Frank.

On numerous occasions after that I asked pastors in our church if I should repent or pray about what I’d been involved in. The answer was always the same. “NO! You’re born again and should never speak about it again. This really offends the Holy Spirit.” But I never could. The Lord always brought Frank’s name to me during my prayer time, I knew something was wrong.

Nine years later the overwhelming guilt I felt during the message and the desire I had to run away before being prayed for was a clear indication that there was indeed a big problem and I most certainly needed prayer and deliverance.

The following week I was the first one up for prayer. Riaan began to pray and before I knew what was happening, I fell to the ground under the anointing of God. It felt like waves of heat and power, gushing over my entire body. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Lord was working in my life. For about 45 minutes I was completely conscious of what was happening to me, and I made a conscious decision to allow God to work in my life.

My body was contorting, I (the evil spirit, Frank) was screaming loudly and I was starting to feel physical pain in my chest area. No one was touching me, those around me were simply praying for me with their hands outstretched. The pain in my heart increased and Riaan instructed me to pull Frank out of my heart. I started to tug at my chest as though I were pulling out weeds. Suddenly the pain was gone and I was at peace. Frank, the evil spirit which I’d invited in had gone.

The following morning I felt great. I felt a lightness which I hadn’t felt before. The strange thing is that over my heart was a bruise in the shape of a perfect circle, yet no one had touched me. It was a physical reminder of what Jesus had done for me the night before.

I’m now 26 years old and have never had a successful relationship. Each one has ended in heartache and tears, others didn’t even get off the ground! This was the result of the demonic, negative, prophecy spoken into my life when I was just 17 years old, the day I had the Tarot reading done.

I can now say with confidence that I’m delivered and set free, that the evil spirit named Frank who I had lived with me for so many years is gone!

Regards Wendy