Four years ago, I went to my doctor complaining about back pains. He thought it might be a kidney stone and prescribed pain killers. When no kidney stone was passed and the pain persisted he sent me for a CT Scan, then a CAT Scan. Every time the tests came back, he was not satisfied and ordered additional tests. Sometimes the image was not clear enough and sometimes the pictures were lost after viewing before they reached his office. Needless to say I was in pain. Desperate to do something, I told him, if he didn’t have someone remove the tumor, I would take matters into my own hands. As the co-creator of the subliminal audio program some 22 years earlier, I knew the power of God’s word embedded in the program. He smiled and said something to the effect of “Good luck.”
I began reading the WorkBook and playing the HolySpiritWhispers audio subliminal for half an hour each night before I went to sleep. Each time the pain intensified, the scriptures that came to mind were, “By His stripes I am healed,” and “Greater is He who is in me than he who is in the World.” Within a week the pain was gone. Nevertheless, my doctor requested an additional ultrasound test to determine if the tumor was a solid mass before assigning a surgeon. To everyone’s amazement the tumor was gone.
In 2007, while working at Dun & Bradstreet in Tucson, AZ, sharp pains like lightning bolts began shooting through my head. My supervisor at the time was John Brakey. John had me leave work and go to NextCare to consult with the doctors. The NextCare physician diagnosed the problem as a brain aneurism. The doctor ordered me to the ER at St. Joseph’s Hospital. I began listening to the audio subliminal immediately. I had already memorized the healing scriptures. When I reported to the ER, I was put on a morphine drip which did not touch the pain. The ER physician changed the medication to Diluadid and the pain became more manageable. I was given a battery of tests and the aneurism was confirmed. I continued listening to the subliminal, praying in the Spirit while speaking out the healing scriptures contained in the WorkBook. Meanwhile, I was taken from lab to lab for X-rays, CT Scans and PET Scans.
At one point one of the doctors popped into the room to check on me. “You’re in good spirits for a man with your prognosis.” I told him those were not my results. He asked if I was George Ravencroft, I told him yes. He looked at his file then up at me and said, “You’re suffering from a brain aneurism.” I repeated those were not my test results. He smiled and continued ordering more tests. A few hours later a neurologist came to me and said, “We’re not sure you are having a brain aneurism, you may be having a stroke. We need to keep you overnight and conduct more tests tomorrow.” I told him I was not willing to accept a stroke. He shook his head and left the room.
All during the day and into the evening I continued listening to the subliminal and speaking the healing promises under my breath. When they took me up to my room, I was again hooked up to the monitors and drip system to manage the pain. As I settled in for the night, the small still voice said, “You can go home now.” To tell you the truth, I didn’t know if that meant I could die and go to heaven, or was being told go back to my home. I then disconnected the ports, needles and monitor patches and dressed to leave. The nurses caught me and formed a human barrier at the elevator doors and demanded I go back to my bed. I took the stairs and went home. I figured if I was dying, it would be better to die in my own bed than with strangers. The next day I called my primary physician (Doctor James Boyed) to ask for some pain medication. He was angry over my leaving the hospital, and said I may be having seizures. Again, I refused to accept the seizure diagnosis, or go back to the hospital. He put me on beta blockers to cut the pain while I went from one referred specialist to another. During this time, I used my available sick days, went on medical leave and received my income through my Fidelity insurance plan. To make a long story short, I’m still here, have no evidence of an aneurism, no seizures, no stroke and no pains in my head. I affirm before God my testimony is true.
I am absolutely convinced there is a power encoded within the sound of God’s name and His word. When we recorded the subliminal passages we embedded them under the sounds of ocean waves and wind to cover them so they would be driven deep into the subconscious. Later I realized how much the program God created through me correlated with Revelations 1:15 where John tells us, “His voice was like the sound of rushing waters.” HolySpiritWhispers combines scriptures, personalized scriptures and godly affirmations repeated subliminally more than 4 million times each half hour under the sounds of ocean waves and wind, like the sound of rushing waters. I have used the program each time I have faced an ordeal. While standing in faith and speaking out the passages from the WorkBook, the program has never failed to provide me the miracle I needed. Doctor James R. Boyed was the primary physician in both cases. Am I suggesting you should ignore your doctor’s recommended treatments? Of course not. I was ready to have kidney surgery, and I was ready to die or get well when an aneurism was diagnosed. I am simply relating how I handled what happened to me. Am I some kind of spiritual giant? Far from it; instead the HolySpiritWhispers Program supercharged my faith. In light of cases like my own, secular science has been forced to reevaluate the faith issue. Here’s what they determined, beliefs can affect recovery. Well I’m here to tell you, the word of God can affect anyone who believes. HolySpiritWhispers amplifies the word to the power of 4 million.
Those of you who have ever been compelled by God to do a task and dropped the ball will appreciate what I am about to tell you. I created this program as God directed me, yet for 22 years, I let it sit on my shelf collecting dust. In April of 2009, there was a word of knowledge for me at a little church in Tepic, Mexico. The woman who gave the message had not previously met me, nor did she know anything about my life. She said, “I have a word for you from the Lord. When you were a child, you died and an angel carried you to heaven.” Very few people outside of my family and closest friends know of my near death experience so she had my undivided attention. She continued, “You were told you could not stay because there were things you had to do for the Lord before you could return. More than 20 years ago the Lord commissioned you to do a work and you have not completed it.” I knew instantly what she was talking about and I cringed, Oh, no Lord, not again, please. She went on to say, “The Lord is telling you to get it done now.” What she could not know was when I finished the project 22 years ago I was ridiculed, slandered and deeply wounded. I had been a volunteer prison Chaplin, worked as an evangelist and even performed exorcisms while under the authority of a pastor. What the Lord had dropped in my lap decades earlier was not something I would have chosen on my own. It left me dead broke as every penny I had in the world went into creating the program. Partners in that work underwent personal and financial trials of their own. I all but lost my faith over the suffering in its aftermath. I walked away from ministry and went into self exile. So here I was again, only this time I had no money, and no idea how to get it the program out to people. The woman said, “The Lord’s children are waiting for this powerful spiritual weapon. Do it and He will provide for you and bless you.”
Over the next few weeks, I tried to shake off the message, but the Lord kept reminding me how Noah was ridiculed when he built the ark. Job was ridiculed by his wife when he lost everything. David was ridiculed by his brother Eliab over Goliath. And even Our Lord Jesus was ridiculed by the people of His own home town, Mathew 13:55 “Isn't this the carpenter's son? Isn't his mother's name Mary, and aren't his brothers James, Joseph, Simon and Judas?” I said, Okay Lord, I get it, but if you are really directing me to do this, I’m going to need a miracle to get it done. Well, He provided every person, place and thing I needed to create this web page and the means to deliver the program to you. In each instance, every time a stage was completed, the person and/or the means to compete the next stage would appear. All the glory and honor and praise for this project belong to the Lord. This is His work, not mine.
I plead the blood of Jesus over you, His angels all around you to guard you and keep you in all your ways.
George Ravencroft,
Director and Steward of the HolySpiritWhispers Project