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Prophesying and preaching the Gospel at a Psychic Fair

A group of IHOP–KC evangelists went to a psychic fair in Kansas City recently. They set up a table and began prophesying God’s destiny over approximately 100 people involved in New Age religion and witchcraft. God broke in and did amazing things. Since the weekend of the fair, people from the fair have contacted the evangelism team wanting to know where they can meet with them to recieve ministry, and several have been saved since. It was an exciting weekend, where the Lord moved and people were born again, including one of the mediums working the fair. Click below to read and listen to the testimonies. http://www.ihop.org/group/group.aspx?id=1000003885

 

Please read this article that I found on the IHOP website. There is so much wrong here that I can not begin to fathom it. Remember that the New Age Jesus is not the same as our Lord Jesus Christ. Satan comes as an angel of light and professes love and peace.  I have highlighted many of the red flags in red….my comments in blue.  I would like to add that it sounds as though some good came out of this, but hard to say.

 

***UPDATE*** IHOP has pulled this article from their website so the above link no longer works, but it is preserved here on my blog.

A Weekend with the Witches

By Ken DeBenedictis

I’ve been having these conversations with fellow believers about the “New Age

Movement” for years now. I know, I know… it’s evil. It’s deceptive. Witchcraft.

Demons. Cooties.. Look out their gonna get you..blah, blah, blah. I have to admit that the

very fact that it causes so much nervousness and controversy amongst the prophetic Body

of Christ makes me want to set my coordinates and head straight in. So when the

opportunity came for some friends and I to go to a Psychic Fair, I couldn’t have been

happier.

My friend, Erika had noticed an ad on a billboard announcing the fair and felt a tug from

the Lord to explore the idea of being involved. She gave me a call and the two of us

began to search out the contacts on the website that she read off the billboard. I gave the

organization a call and had a real interesting conversation with one of the head

organizers. He asked me who I was what I was wanting. I simply told him that we were a

network of friends called the “Mystics of Yeshua” ( this is deceptive) and that we wanted to be involved as

venders. He began to interview me and wanted to know just what kind of “vendors” we

were. Wisdom began to speak through me (to deceive another person?) and I explained that we work as a group of

interconnected “readers” and “seers” who channel Yeshua’s energy into people. We also

do aura cleansing. He seemed to like that answer and began to ask further about the

cleansing. I said that if people coming to us had any negative energy that they wanted to

get rid of, the pure light from Yeshua would remove any dark energy that they might be

carrying. I figured the answer was satisfactory, because the next thing out of his mouth

was him telling me we could have a section of the “reading room” and share it with the

other psychics and mediums.

“How much do you charge?” he asked.

“Uuhm…nothing”, I replied. “We believe that if you give this kind of service away free

of charge, it comes back to you somehow”.

He said he knew what I was talking about and put me on hold.

We exchanged information and were told the process of how to apply. Apparently the

registration was already past and this was a “unique situation” for the organization.

Nonetheless, within minutes I was told that we could have two tables and we could pretty

much set up the way we wanted. I thanked him very much for the opportunity and knew

right then that Yeshua was on the move.

Within two days we had assembled a team of eleven people through cell phones and

emails and gathered together at a coffee shop to get everyone on the same page. Our first

rule of thumb was no Christianese or church-language of any kind. (sounds like Willow Creek) If we were going to

get through to anyone in this environment, we had to speak THEIR language, not try to

make them understand ours. Speaking “energy” was a key and walking with Wisdom was

essential to this mission. In order to follow Him in this strategy, we truly had to be sheep

in wolves clothing.

Erika, Liz and myself arrived at the Community College where it was to be held and

strolled in past the crystal tables, wolf skins, and witchcraft how-to books. A hypnotic

toned base flute was playing in the background, as was the lingering smell of Nepalese

incense. It couldn’t have been more ideal. We found a stocked pond full of fish and we

were the only ones at this derby! We met the director of the fair and she told us that she

had been expecting us. We signed the code of ethics statement, which to my surprise

impressed me with their integrity more so than some of the prophetic ministries I have

been to. (?) We walked in with our gear to a wide-open expo center. There were stalls of

tarot card readers, psychics and mediums all around the edges of it with rows of chairs

for people to wait in the middle. I couldn’t help but think of some of the prophecy teams

that I have ministered with at prophetic conferences. Surprisingly, it was very similar in

appearance until I looked to my right to notice an albino woman’s eyes roll back in her

head as she read her cards for a nice young couple. Not exactly lining up with

1Corinthians 14:3, but it seemed to flow with the spirit of the thing. We proceeded over

to our area and by the director’s recommendation and grabbed two stalls next to each

other at a corner so that “our energies could stay together”. We politely thanked her for

her help and suggestions and began to set up shop. I looked over at Erika who was now

hugging one of the witches, and realized we had just entered into a large door of God’s

grace. It was truly remarkable how cooperative everyone was being and how much love

seemed to be exuding from us. The Lord was opening doors one right after the other.

It didn’t take long to get started. We put up our sign, anointed ourselves with oil and

prayed in tongues for a few minutes. When the time was right, Yeshua’s Spirit began to

lead people over one by one. Our first customers was a grandmother, mother, daughter

trio who sat there intently listening as Erika began to speak Word’s of Love into their

hungry hearts. It truly flowed like a river and within seconds woman number one was in

tears. We couldn’t believe how easy it was. Before long, a steady flow of people began to

come. We started getting in the groove pretty quick. We’d introduce ourselves, explain

what “Yeshua” meant, informed them that one person would be the “channel” while the

other would be the “oracle”. That there was no need for fear because it’s the same spirit

that’s working through both of us. We told them it would be pure love and light that they

would feel and to be open to receive it. Time quickly went by under this anointing and we

all felt the power of the Spirit upon us. I looked over at Liz who was now having a good

time with the folks, as she had her hands in the air trying to catch the next wave of Love

Energy. The wide-eyed couple across from her was whispering, “Yes, we feel it! Yes we

feel it”. It was quite a scene. The Lord was loving it. By now we were beginning to create

quite a buzz at the expo center and people began to ask about us to the people in charge

of the fair.

Like any good leadership group would do, they sent an inquiry.

“What is Yeshua?” a woman would ask.

We’d explain it in its most basic terms until; they decided that they too wanted a reading.

We knew we were being tested and gave them a quick prophetic word in the most loving

way we knew how. I didn’t think it was much, but apparently she did because within a

half hour we learned the registration people were sending people over to us. According to

them and a lot of the other readers, our energy was the “hottest”.

By the second day, we were in our flow. We now had three booths given to us and up to

five people ministering. My friend Doug who had stall number two had told me he had

never prophesied the way he was that day. His last customer had been prophesied over,

fell into conviction, (wow, this is actually good) accepted Yeshua, and was baptized in the Spirit in one shot. Many

were having similar experiences. I was finding that the majority of the people we were

talking to and “reading” were from denominational backgrounds and had never

considered this kind of thing coming from the “church”. It was truly amazing to learn just

how many people had been hurt by careless and uninformed pastors. I felt like for many

former Christians, this was their turning point. Many times, after “channeling” love

energy for a while, I would prophecy in the first person as if the Father was speaking to

His daughter or son. I’d begin to tell them about how I (or He) had made them, their

calling and their importance to Me (Him). How the Father had been there through any

specific hurt, wound or trauma in their lives and wanted to heal and wash them. That He

had now sent a prophet into their lives in a Psychic Fair to reach them in a personal way.

It was like an arrow being shot into their hearts. Tears of relief and joy rolled down the

cheeks of person after person. At one point, I looked over at all of our tables and noticed

every person was weeping.

One of those I spoke with reminded me of a female Bob Jones. I discerned she was a

psychic reader and began to prophesy accordingly. She gazed into my eyes intently as I

was speaking and then glared an evil glare. I stopped to look into her and told her that we

had a little negative energy problem and said that I would be not talking to her, but to it.

After sending Mr. Negative away in the name of Yeshua, the woman thanked me and I

continued to explain that her gift was a gift from Yeshua and that she had abused it. (this gift was not from Jesus!) That

instead of using it for the King of Kings, she had been using it to serve herself and the

spirit of Baal. Her eyes rolled back and she grinned a demon smile. But then the strangest

thing happened, as she seemed to come to her senses and looked at me as if for help.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she said that it had become so hard. She truly knew that

God had spoken to her and wanted to change. I told her that a prophet’s life was a hard

one and then we both started to weep as the Holy Spirit began to rest on us. I told her that

that the King was returning and sides were being taken. Who was she going to serve? I

looked into her eyes and I knew that for her to give this up meant that the demons would

kill her.( i have never heard this before)  She grabbed my hand and thanked me and got up and left. I couldn’t believe

what the enemy was doing. It enraged me. There were so many of the Lord’s end-time

prophets stuck in the trap of sorcery and witchcraft. It made me all the more determined

to go in and pull out these trapped prophets.

Later that afternoon, Erica and I were approached by an older woman who had been a

reader/psychic in one of the other booths. She was about to go home for the day, but said

that something had made her come over to talk to us. My friend Liz had already

connected with her once and I knew that the Spirit had been working on her. She sat

down and Erika just bathed her in love and acceptance. I was ready to speak and the

Spirit began to swirl around my head. I know when this happens, it’s time to let ‘er rip. I

opened my mouth and began to speak the Word of the Lord to her. For some reason I

bypassed the “energy” language and spoke of Christ the King. How He was coming back

and that she was being called as a prophet to this nation. That she was loved and that the

Lord wanted her back home. Tears were streaming down her face as she wept in

repentance. She went on to say that as a Baptist, she was hurt by a pastor and never

returned. That someone had prophesied that her husband would lay hands on people and

see them get well. It had never been realized. I explained that the Lord had forgiven her

and was calling her to serve Him. Today. Right now. She nodded in agreement and the

Lord told me to anoint her with oil right there. I told her that I was accountable to God if

I did this and wanted a real commitment. I wasn’t playin’. I signaled for LeeAnna who

was sitting at the table next to us, to help us. She came over and the three of us baptized

this dear woman in the Holy Spirit for everyone to see. I continued to prophecy over her

life and spoke of how God had had spoken to her at thirteen years of age about so and so

and this and that. After we had finished, her eyes as big as saucers, she said that no one

but God would know what I had just said. (or the demons) She went on to explain that she had given her

life to the Lord at thirteen and He was reminding her of that. The swirl of the Spirit was

all over everyone. She cried, we prayed, and she said that she had been dreading the car

ride home, but now she couldn’t wait to talk with the Lord. She got up drunk in the Holy

Spirit and went home to do some “house cleaning”. The next morning at the fair, I arrived

to the expo to see the directors of the fair taking her belongings and her name badge out

of her booth. Joan had retired from her practice. She was now a prophet to Yeshua.

There were many other stories of salvations and tears. There were miraculous words of

knowledge and battles in the spirit. I even had a conversation in tongues with a witch. It

was pretty awesome. All in all, we all felt the Lord’s heart for people following the New

Age movement and how He is building teams like ours to go and plunder the enemy’s

camp. It just goes to show you that where the darkness is darkest, the brightness of His

light shines that much brighter. Let’s not miss these opportunities to shine.

The people who walked in darkness have seen a great Light; those who dwelt in the

land of the shadow of death, upon them a Light has shined. You have multiplied the

nation and increased it’s joy; they rejoice before You according to the joy of

harvest, as men rejoice when they divide the spoil.

Isaiah 9:2-3